Page 77 of My Kinda Mess (Summer Sisters 4)

Karen nods her head. “Good. I’ll be honest, I was a little worried about him getting into a relationship with you with your divorce still pending.”

“I get that. I’m looking forward to nothing more than closing that chapter in my life and moving on. And,” I says, picking at the corner of a napkin, “I really hope that Linkin is part of that.”

She doesn’t say anything else, but gives me a warm, sincere smile and wraps her arms around me again. I feel like I just passed some big test where his mom is concerned, which makes the tightness in my chest loosen just a little more.

“I’m hungry!” Jack says, running into the kitchen, waving his sword.

“Me too!” Jeff exclaims, following on his brother’s heels.

“Me three!” Linkin adds with a wide smile as he brings up the rear.

And boy, oh boy, what a rear it is.

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“You didn’t have to buy them anything,” Linkin says as we head back to our building.

“I know, but when I saw it all, I just knew I needed to get it for them.”

Of course, he’s referring to the gifts I found for the boys when I was Christmas shopping with Jaime and Payton. Not only did I find lighted swords, but daggers, shields, and armor too. It was a huge hit amongst the little gladiators, and we had to act out several death scenes before Linkin and I were able to leave for the evening.

Well, Linkin kept dying thanks to Jack’s sword.

I believe his words were, “She’s mine!” He would always yell it right before slamming the plastic weapon into his brother’s chest.

“I’d say it was a huge hit. Thank you,” he says, taking my hand and bringing it up to his mouth. The kiss is tender, his lips warm as he keeps his eyes on the road.

And I struggle to keep from crawling over the console and riding him like a carousel pony.

“You’re welcome. Seeing their faces when they opened them was worth it,” I answer, my breathing a bit more shallow now that his lips are drawing lazy lines across my knuckles.

“I’m pretty sure my bruised ribs would disagree.” He rubs his sore abdomen just to punctuate his point.

“You’ll live.”

“I’m not so sure about that. I might need a little TLC,” he says, flashing me a dirty smile.

“TLC?” I ask, playing along a bit, even though I’m already feeling squirmy in my seat.

“You know, mouth to mouth.”

That gets a bark of laughter. “Mouth to mouth? Or…mouth to other body parts,” I say, my voice dropping seductively, my eyes falling to his lap.

“Mouth to cock. I like it.” He’s already getting hard. I can see the outline of his cock through his jeans, and it makes my blood boil with excitement. I can’t believe I’m this ravenous for him. I’m like a horny teenager, craving him in a way I’ve never experienced before.

And that’s completely true. In the seven years I was with Chris, I never felt like this. As much as I loved him and enjoyed sex with him, what I’m experiencing with Linkin isn’t even in the same ballpark. They’re apples and oranges, night and day, whiskey and beer. Chris is all organized, schedules, and pressed Oxford dress shirts, while Linkin is, well, everything Chris isn’t.

I’m not saying that to be mean, but it’s true. Linkin is dangerous and thrilling. He’s smudges of grease on a pair of worn jeans and hair that’s standing straight up. But those things are what makes him…him. Sexy. Desirable. Magnetic. I’m drawn to him for who he is and how he makes me feel, which right now, is a little like I’m freefalling into the unknown. I may not know what’s coming, but I know it’ll be worth the ride.

Pulling into the parking lot, Linkin parks his truck, grabs the few small gifts he received from his mom, and comes around to help me out. Before we hit the sidewalk, I turn into his chest, reaching around and grabbing his ass.

Sliding my hand around to grab his front, I give him a saucy grin and ask, “Now, what was it you said about mouth to cock?”

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