Page 26 of Redemption
Chapter Seven:So You Never?
Cinnamon
The look on his face. I just couldn’t help it, I laughed hard. The man took himself and everyone around him too seriously. But then again, his sister was missing and he had to be worried about that. “I’m sorry, but I did grow up around here and I have heard lots of southern talk. I love when Ma says those wildass things and it looks like your dad loves it too.”
Redemption looked over at Jarret and let out a breath. “You don’t understand. Our dad has never been…” He paused. “Well, he was happy with our mom, when she was alive. I remember that when I was a kid. Then after she passed away.” He shook his head. “A smile from him was rare and a laugh was like non-existent. I mean he was always good to us, but he was never like…happy. So seeing him with Bea...” His voice faltered as his head shot up then he looked over at Jarret and Bea. “Well, fuck me,” he muttered.
I chuckled. “I would like to but then there would be like this whole awkward thing later.” I gasped as I literally slapped my hand over my mouth. “I-I didn’t think I…”Damn, where in the hell had my filter gone?
Now, he laughed, loudly.
I wished the floor would open up and swallow me whole. I had been laughing and let my guard down while just having fun like I did when I’d been bartending. Then my mouth went off, all on its own. I kept my head down, this was the worst embarrassment I’d had in a long time.
He took my hand and then tipped my chin up with his other. “Just name the time and the place.” He gazed into my eyes.
I stared at him. “I…” My voice faded away. Shit, I wanted to. The way he kissed me showed me a little bit about this sensual pleasure ideal. Which before that kiss I had believed that was all it was. An ideal. After all I’d been through with men, it was hard to believe a man could give you pleasure like that. I wanted to find out, but…I still felt afraid he would be disgusted when he did find out about my past. But what if it was just for one night? I wouldn’t need to be obligated to tell him, if it wasn’t a forever type thing. I still believed deep down all he wanted was one night anyway. Then afterward, he would lose interest and I wouldn’t owe him my backstory.
He squeezed my hand then he let go. “I’m sorry. I just…” He let out a breath. “I’m acting desperate. I mean I never had to ask for…” He smiled at me. “…sex before. Women just came to me?”
I stared at him.Well fuck, just look at you, no surprise there.
He laughed.
I sighed now and shook my head. “I said that out loud too, right?”
Nodding, he grinned at me. “I like it though. Of course, I do. You are really boosting my ego.”
“Well, I am sure you don’t need any help with that!”
He stared at me then burst into laughter again. “True. Too true.”
I shrugged. “So maybe I should at least try to act hard to get?”
He finally turned to pick up his fork. “Oh? And what would that entail?” He took a bite of his corn.
“Not my tail for one,” I quipped.
Swallowing, he chuckled. “Damn woman, with your humor, I don’t know if I could stop laughing long enough to…” He looked over at me then shook his head.
I picked up my fork. “To what?” I took a bite of mashed potatoes.
“Take the time to kiss you from the tip of your nose all the way down to your toes.” He forked another bite into his mouth.
I froze then shook my head. “Never experienced that before.” I raised my fork in a now slightly trembling hand and took another bite of food.
“Never?” He paused now to look over at me.
I shrugged. I sure as hell didn’t want to talk to this man about theloser, one tracked, 3 minute to blowjohns as they called them. No way.
“You can’t be serious?” He now turned to stare at me.
Oh, wow. I was under that spotlight again as I stared down at my plate. “Bad experiences I guess?”There… that was true.
“So, you never—”
“No man, don’t ask her that.”
We both looked over at the man sitting on the other side of me. The one Jarret had called Prophet.
