Page 17 of Trusting the Fall

“That’s the problem, we need someone else to find it.” Mason speaks to me behind his hand as Gage walks down the bar to help with the growing line of customers.

“Surely he doesn’t struggle for volunteers in that department.” My heart stutters at the familiar rasp in those words.

Sure enough, when I turn to the voice, there’s a bombshell waiting with a devious smile on her face.

“Well, hello there, sweetheart,” I hear Mason purr, but I can’t pull my eyes off her to tell him to back off.

“Hi, handsome. You serving back there or just here to make things look pretty?” She props her elbow on the bar, resting her chin in her palm.

I can see her long nails coated in black like the little rebel she is. Pouty lips painted red, and I’m already aching to have them mark my cock.

“For you, sweetheart, I’d learn.”

“She’ll have a sex on the beach,” I say, my eyes still fixed on her, and she tilts her face to me.

Her short, blonde hair is in soft waves, shaped around her angelic face and dusting her shoulders every time she moves.

“You’re in luck. I’m already an expert on that,” Mason says.

That gets my attention, so I pin him with a warning look. “Not with this one.”

His mouth twists, and he winks at her, purposely stirring me up. “Whoops. Sorry, sweetheart. Big boy’s telling me no. Isn’t that rude?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs, with a secret little smile on her face. “I kinda like when he bosses me around.” Her words are an addictive mix of soft and confident as her fingers find my wrist, fiddling with the black beads wrapped around it.

My stomach buzzes with anticipation, hoping I can spend another night with this woman.

“Do I get to learn your name this time?”

She tilts her head in thought for a moment before saying. “Bombshell.”

The nickname that slipped from my lips the first time we were together.

That’s how I’ve been thinking of her all week, too.

“Okay.” I chuckle. Nothing too personal. “What’s your favourite colour?”

“Pink.”

My eyes make a slow perusal of her body encased in a black dress. I sneak a hand over to play with the soft, ruffled hemline.

“What’s your essential movie treat?”

She throws her head back and groans, making my dick jump in my pants. “Red licorice,” she answers with a smile “What’s your favourite food?”

I’m surprised by her willingness to play along. I already get the sense she’s not one for in-depth conversation with bed partners, but I’ll happily bite.

“My mum’s beef stew and hash,” I answer.

“Oh, yeah?” She bites into that bottom lip, gracing me with a playful glint in her eyes that has me flat-out obsessing. Fuck, she’s so pretty. “Are you a mama’s boy?”

“My mum has definitely learned how to get the men in her life to do anything she asks.” I shrug. “Maybe that makes me a mama’s boy. But if she’s cooking, I don’t mind it one bit.”

“That’s sweet.”

“What’s your favourite flower?” If I can’t get her name, I’m gonna be damn sure I can learn anything else she’ll willingly hand over to me.

“Roses. Any colour. Your favourite place to travel?”

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