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“Yes, doofus, it’s me,” she grumbled. “Thanks for killing the mood.”
Max looked around, wearing only pajama pants and with his hair wild. “Are you for real right now? You broke intomybar and you’re sassing me? I should call the cops for this! Breaking and entering is a crime, you know.”
Gertrude went over to him and patted his cheek. “Oh hush it boy or I’ll tell the town just how many porn mags you had stacked under your bed as a teenager.”
He reared back. “How did you know about those?”
“I make it my business to get leverage on all the kids I babysat.”
I watched the interaction, amazed at her fearlessness despite the fact that she had committed a crime and I was her accomplice. And she was almost naked.
“Come on Tate, let’s get out of here.”
She held her hand out to me and I sure as shit wasn’t going to say no. I covered her palm with mine, our fingers linking together and we strutted outside like we weren’t criminals in our underwear.
“You owe me for the alcohol!” Max shouted after us.
“Yeah yeah.” Gertrude finger-waved at a sputtering Max. Then we grabbed our bikes and rode home, laughing the whole way.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt more alive.
Chapter Twenty-One
Gertie
I don’t think about you like a friend should…
Tate’s words rumbled around in my brain and the memory of his mouth had me shivering. It had been two days since our fun activity that resulted in the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever had, topping the last one he helped me achieve.
I hadn’t seen Tate and I was grateful for that. My defenses were low, almost demolished by him and his damn tongue. Now all my plans of avoiding men and entanglements were being ruined. I needed to back away, to give us space because this was just meant to be a lil’ fun friendship. I was meant to be helping him out and bringing him back to life.
What I hadn’t counted on was how much I loved seeing him blossom.
And instead of brushing it off as a casual encounter between two friends who probably wouldn’t mention it again, I was standing here picturing what it would be like to get my hands on him and see what made him moan and writhe and beg.
Did he beg?
Did he moan?
I didn’t know and it was driving me insane.
He’d worked me over so perfectly; how was he so fucking talented with that tongue? He was a dark horse when it came to the bedroom. I’d never had an orgasm like that, never had an encounter like that and I was desperate for another. Which is why he had been pushed into thethings I’m not dealing withcolumn of my life, which is where my future career and a phone call to my mother also sat.
Things with my mom were fine but I was worried she was going to say they would be coming home soon, and I wasn’t ready to find somewhere else to stay. I wasn’t ready to face questions about my future because she’d want to know about that. She always wanted to know how life looked for me and I think it was to do with making sure I was happy and secure.
I was all twisted up and I needed to do something, I needed to create.
I needed to make ice cream.
“Earth to Gertrude,” Kat tapped my forehead, soap suds sliding down her forearm.
“Huh?” I blinked, watching the tracks the suds made.
She scoffed and tossed a wet sponge at me. “These saddles aren’t gonna clean themselves. You’re meant to be helping me.”
“Sorry,” I muttered and started scrubbing off the dirt and debris that coated one. When I realized Kat wasn’t cleaning, I glanced over. She was staring at me, eyes narrowed.
“You got something you wanna share with me, Gertrude Phyllis?”
