Page 22 of Property of Stone
He blew another long stream of white smoke over her head. “Grilled cheese?”
“I can handle that.”
“Mac and cheese?”
Was this guy for real? “I’ve pulled it off before.”
“Some of those”—he waved around the hand holding the cigarette and his forehead creased—“deep fried cheese sticks?”
Was this a test? “Do you have a thing for cheese?”
“It’s all right. But ain’t for me.”
“Are you having a party that needs catered?”
“No. My kid.”
“Your kid is having a party that needs catered?” Could this man give her actual answers before she screamed? It was like pulling teeth.
“No, my kid needs food.”
“Most do.” She shook her head. “Just a hint here…when your lips form words they should make sense to the person hearing them. I know English is a difficult language to learn but you’re off to a good start. Keep practicing.”
The hand holding the cigarette paused halfway to his mouth and he stared at her. Not amused, not angry, nothing.
The smoke bellowed out from his nostrils like an aggravated bull. “Someone’s got a smart mouth.”
She guessed he didn’t like her smart answers to his dumb questions, but she kept that tidbit to herself. She didn’t know this guy and she should be careful. He could very well have a temper like Vic.
Chapter Four
“Sorry. I find your questions odd.”
“Got a reason for ‘em.”
When Taryn turned her face up towards him, he became distracted for a second by the shade of her blue eyes. They almost matched the color of her jacket.
He slowly took her in from head to toe, noticing that she had to be a good half foot shorter than his six foot.
That day last year in the parking lot, she looked damn good from a distance. At least before her ex fucked her up and rearranged her face. Luckily, the motherfucker didn’t do any permanent damage. At least that he could see.
The coat she wore didn’t show any cleavage and didn’t do shit for her curves but it couldn’t hide the fact she had plenty to spare. Just how he liked his women.
Don’t give him twigs for arms and legs and two buttons for tits. He needed something solid to grab onto. Thick thighs to smother him when a woman rode his face or to cushion his hips while he was banging the shit out of her. Tits big enoughto grab a handful. An ass that could take a pounding. Wide hips that naturally rocked and rolled when a woman walked.
Unlike Loosey’s washed-out blonde, Taryn’s hair was more on the golden side. It had been down that day in the parking lot. Today, the length was gathered on the top of her head with some loose strands framing her face.
He had no opinion either way on what he liked better, but if anyone asked, he preferred it to be spread over his pillow.
Taryn tipped her head to the side. “What’s the reason?”
She didn’t belong here and that could work to Sunny’s advantage. His brothers gave him shit for letting the sweet butts watch his daughter when he couldn’t, but he agreed. It wasn’t a good long-term plan.
Last thing he wanted was for his nut nugget to end up like Juicy, taking dick from anyone wearing a cut. Fuck that shit. He wanted much better for her. Between his past, as well as her mother’s, the girl needed some kind of steady.
The fuck if that would come from him or Sheena.
“Can’t cook. Someone needs to feed my baby girl.” He quickly slipped in, “And me.”
