Page 10 of Sassy Pants

“Yup. You know the dumbfuck. Jesse Lancaster.”

“Hell. You think he’s going to be a problem?”

“Not sure. I got to get back to work. Thanks again for looking after my sister.”

I look at Gianna laying in my bed. Pretty light brown hair with streaks of blonde going through it. Thick dark lashes framing her eyes. Perfect bow shaped lips that appear softer than velvet. Curves in all the right places. “It’s not a hardship,” I mutter, then add, “later.” The call drops, and I go brush my teeth and get ready for some shuteye.

When I get back from the bathroom Gianna is sitting half up on the bed struggling to pullher shirt over her head but it’s getting stuck on a clip in her hair.

Fuck me she has a great set of tits popping out of them black lace triangles.

“Let me help you before you hurt yourself.” I drop a knee to the mattress and grab the shirt from both sides, yanking it over her head in one swoop. The scent of grease and pepperoni hits me. “You smell like a pizza.”

“Don’t talk about food right now.” she groans.

“Noted. Can you handle your pants, or you need me to take care of them too?”

Her eyes dart around the room clouding with confusion. “My pants?” She glances at her lap then back to me then grins. “Every girl wants a hot dude to take off her pants.”

“You keep calling me hot and I’m gonna think you might like me.”

“As if. Dudes are pigs but tonight you get a free pass because you came to my rescue.”

“That so.”

“Mhmm.” She licks her lips, and I blow out breath.

“You’re drunk.” I undo the top button on her pants, then slide the zipper down. “Lift your hips, princess.”

A scowl moves over her face. “Don’t call me that.”

I don’t reply except to tap her hip. Her body shifts and I drag the dark material down her thighs, revealing the black lace twin to her bra.

“Jesus, you come wrapped in a sexy package, sweetheart. Too bad you’re too drunk for me to appreciate it.” I finish tugging her pants down her calves and glance up when I hear that she’s back to snoring. “Figures,” I mumble to myself.

I could go find Maxi to finish what we had started earlier, but I quite enjoy the company of the sassy little thing in my bed much better.

Chapter 6

Gianna

Ajackhammer drills into my head continuously as I struggle to open my eyes. A vibrating sound fills my ears. There’s a heavy body pinning me to the bed. I search my memory trying to remember the night before. Rubbing my eyes, I clear the sleep from them, glance down seeing a tattooed arm strung across my stomach and a thick thigh thrown over mine.

“Stop squirming,” furry lips whisper against my neck. That’s when I realize I’m only in my underwear, and I have no clue where I am.

Shoving hard against his chest gets me nowhere. “Get off me.”

“Babe, its early. I’m tired. Shut up and go back to sleep. I’ll give you a ride home and get your car when the roads clear if Dutch and Ace weren’t able to.”

My car. I blink and now I remember. The ice, the deer, and the ditch. The smart assed mechanic. Oh God.

“Um…about last night.”

“Nothing happened. Stop your mental freak out. You passed out before I could get any clothes on you. It’s cold. The electric went out sometime in the middle of the night. You were cold and so was I.”

At this I relax. “Oh. Okay, but I need the bathroom and to brush my teeth.”

Stud groans and rolls away from me. I stare up at him as he leaves the bed in his birthday suit. Holy shit he’s naked, but the man has a great ass. I sit up and appreciate the view through my splitting headache.

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