Page 7 of Born Into Trouble (Occupy Yourself)
“Benny.” She shook her head. “Give me a minute.”
They rounded the last corner, and there were two cars already parked in front of the cabin. “Oh, hell no. Turn around. Take me home.”
“I’ll send them away,” she offered quickly, and this gave him a glimpse of how much she wanted his cock because she’d never given up time with her friends to spend it with him. They might start out the night alone, but in the end, she always brought in her girls.She wants it bad. Gagging for it. Feeling powerful for the first time in their weird relationship, he looked at her, trying to convey his disbelief in a look. She gave him wide eyes and a soft smile. “I will. Straight off. You stay in the car, and I’ll send them away. In my head, they’re already gone. I will.” He curled his lip, and she added, tender and sweet, “Promise, Benny.”Maybe she’s changed. She’d been away at college for a long time, nearly two semesters.
He stared as she parked, and without giving him time to say anything else, she exited the car and ran up the path to the cabin. True to her word, in less than five minutes, two of her clique came stalking out, talking animatedly to each other. Shelly and Hayley separated and got into their cars, driving off without even glancing over to where Ben sat.She did it. Wonder what else she’d do tonight.
Benita appeared on the small porch, the unshaded light shining down on her, casting unflattering shadows across her face. He popped the locks, opened the door and climbed out. Standing and stretching for a moment, Benita’s hungry eyes on him gave him confidence.Anything. Strolling across the small clearing, he paused at the bottom of the two steps leading up to where she stood. He deliberately pitched his voice low and quiet when he asked, “You hungry?”
The question seemed to puzzle her, and she made a small gesture back towards the cabin, the door opening into a flickering light. With a grin, he mounted the steps and wrapped an arm around her waist. “You said you had groceries in the trunk. Thought you might be”—he dipped his head, lips closer to her ear, feeling her shiver when he whispered—“hungry.”
It wasn’t until hours later he thought to call GeeMa, leaving a brief message on her phone.
