Page 2 of Who Wants Pie

Oh damn!

Chapter Two

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Gray

The blush that skirts Tinsley’s face makes me want to know exactly what her mom is up to. Knowing Lynda, it could be anything really. She could want us to volunteer for something at her Book Club - which is really just a reason for a bunch of ladies to get together without their husbands and have a good time… but not too good a time since most of the ladies are happily married, Lynda included. To wanting us to run an errand for her, which included doing something naughty to Rayne. Only he’s with Cami and happy now, so…that idea isn’t really on the table anymore.

“What is it? If you don’t tell me, I’ll find another way to figure it out. You know I will.”

“Okay!” At last, she gives in to me - which is way more satisfying than I think it should be. “She’s trying to set us up.”

“Excuse me?” Did I just hear her right?

Tinsley nods her head like she’s sharing some profound wisdom with me, “Set us up together.”

“You mean like she’s finally going to murder that bitchy neighbor she can’t stand and blame it on us. That doesn’t sound like a very motherly thing to do. I don’t think Lynda would do something so…wrong.”

“No!” She rolls her eyes at me and throws her hands up in exasperation. “Like me and you making her a grandmother again kind of 'set up'.”

“Oh,” I draw out the word, “Whoa! That’s…um…,”

“Yeah, I know. It’s a lot and it’s not cool and she needs to stop it.”

“I was going to say sweet. I think it’s sweet.”

“You think my mom trying to knock me up so she can have another baby to cuddle is sweet?”

“Well,” her wording hits me in the face like a bat flung from the hands of a sweaty ten-year-old little leaguer. “Wait - I’m the only one she’s tried that with, right?”

The thought of someone else being with Tinsley makes my stomach sour and I want to kill something in a very unholy, unheroic way. She’s entirely too sweet for someone to just…fuck around with.

Her eyes grow big and round, “Yes!”

“Then yes, I think it’s sweet.” I’m gifted another eye roll.

“Why is it sweet as long as it's you?” She moves away from me to stand against one of the shelves.

I follow like a fucking masochistic moth willing to gladly be burned by her flame as long as she shares just a little bit of that heat she has trapped inside of her with me. “Because…it just is.”

“But why?” Now I’m the one looking for an easy answer as a way out. “Tell me why Gray?”

“Because she trusts me with you.” I’m only giving her half-truths. “Your mom wouldn’t just let anyone be with you. She’d want someone she knew would take care of you, keep you happy…make you the center of their world.”

“And you’d be like that?” I don’t think I like the fact she has a tone of disbelief in her voice. I step closer to her so she has no choice but to look up at me.

“With someone I’m with that I want to knock up? Oh yeah.” I want to reach out and touch her face, see if it is as soft as I think it is, but that’s not going to be a wise decision on any level.

Her eyes narrow as I hold my hand just close enough to get the illusion that I can touch. “And how many women have gotten this special attention from you?

She sounds mad and upset. Almost jealous. She doesn’t need to be jealous. I’ve not been with anyone in so damn long I’ve forgotten how to fuck probably.

“None!” Again she gives me a look like she doesn’t believe I’m not some man-whore out every night with a different woman. It couldn’t be further from the truth. “You should know that! I don’t go around knocking women up.”

She turns away from me and stands up to go back over to the shelving in the room. “Oh, so you always wrap it up. What a gentleman.”

Why the hell would she think I have to wrap my cock up when the only thing it’s been spending time with is my hand and that’s not often enough to even count?

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