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ROCK

CHAPTER 6

Who would’ve guessed the best conversation I’ve had in a long time would be with an old English woman and her granddaughter in a coffee shop that belongs to the good girl I want to ruin?

Mrs. Merriweather is charming and feisty, and is the perfect example of someone who realizes that once you reach a certain age you’re entitled to speak your mind without giving two shits. I fell in love with her immediately.

If I were honest, I’d have to say it feels good to be open with a woman.

That doesn’t happen.

Ever.

But obviously Mrs. Merriweather is safe, she’s matronly, like a grandmother I wish I had. She’s not intimidated by my dark and brooding appearance, it’s as if she doesn’t see it but looks past it to the person I keep hidden. The guy who likes things a hardened man wouldn’t.

She’s bright and cheerful, her natural joy is contagious, and her witticism is like a sting you want to be bitten by. I loved it when she busted my balls about my ink, “Lad, tis a wee much, what ‘appens when that fine skin is old and loose? Ye’ll be looking like an old wet newspaper that’s been trampled a few too many times.”

I loved everything about her.

I’d come to work early to make up for the time I didn’t put in last night after the gang bang I walked out of. My feet just naturally made their way to Summer’s door of their own accord, my mind had to catch up. I found myself justifying the visit with trying to wear her down because of the game, (I refused to call it a bet, I hadn’t bet, and I wouldn’t give in to the fact that Bull had railroaded me into it). When I’d first entered and found Summer’s luscious ass up in the air, like it was waiting for me, I had to stifle a growl. Then when I’d gotten closer and saw all her soft flesh, the powder blue bra and thong, and the plump globes of her breasts swaying back and forth as she moved, I had to clench my teeth to fight back a moan. Finally, when I realized what had happened, I didn’t even think about calling Joe to come check out her fridge, I just did it.

Not a big deal.

But apparently it is according to Mrs. Merriweather.

It seems ‘our little Summer’, again according to Mrs. Merriweather, is a loner and a bit of a secret just like I thought. No one knows where she came from, who her family is, if she even has any, or anything else about her. She’s a mystery. She just kind of appeared, at first she blended in here and there around town, then one day she was in here working on the place getting it ready to open. It just…happened.

Of course everyone knew she was a new face in town. Riverbend is a small hamlet where everyone knows everyone else, but she kind of floated in like a butterfly.

“Unlike you and your boys,” Mrs. Merriweather said.

I had to laugh.

“Oh, that was a day, wasn’t it Gwendolyn, when Rock and ‘is boys came into town,” she asked her granddaughter, who couldn’t stop blushing every time the conversation was directed at her like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Maybe it was because every time we looked at her, she was staring at my cookies.

She managed to sputter her reply, “Y..yes

Adorable. That is the only word to describe Gwendolyn, Mrs. Merriweather’s granddaughter.

“What a day it was. Every one of you all loud and fearsome with your motorbikes,” she laughed again. “It was like the carnival ‘ad come in and everyone couldn’t wait to go for a ride.”

I nearly spit out my coffee with her analogy.

Well, not maybe everyone. Just the women who were hungry for a hard cock and a good fuck.

I cleared my throat and laughed it off, “I’m sure we made quite a disturbance.”

“Pfffffft,” Mrs. Merriweather waved her hand dismissively, “you lads woke up this boring place, it was a fine day when you came in.”

“You’re being too nice,” I answered.

She was starting to embarrass me.

I couldn’t believe it.

“Nonsense,” her attention went to the front of the shop and a smile brightened her face. “Look, Summer, Rock’s lads be coming in too.” I spun around to confirm it as a boulder dropped in my stomach. “What a fine day it’s turning out to be,” Mrs. Merriweather clapped her hands in fucking glee.

Son-of-a-bitch! What the hell are they doing here?

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