Page 78 of Time to Bounce

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, bitch!” the woman screeched.

“No, you’re fucking not,” Nick snarled, pushing his girl back.

Before she could reply, red and blue lights lit up the night sky around us.

And none other than the man I’d been thinking about nonstop all day got out.

“Problem here?” Gable asked.

I refused to look at his sexy ass right now with an angry, oiled up woman standing naked in her side yard appearing as if she was aiming for me.

Nick was doing a damn good job holding her, despite all the oil.

“The fuckin’ problem is,” the woman screamed, pointing her long-nailed fingers at me, “this bitch reported me having an affair to my man, and now he wants to kick me out!”

I could feel Gable’s eyes on me.

“I’m not sure that’s her fault,” Gable guessed.

“She called him! And he’s making me leave! This is where I live!” she cried out.

“You’ve lived here for a fuckin’ month, bitch. Now, get your shit, get these used goddamn condoms out my yard, and get the fuck gone!” he yelled. Turning to Gable, he said, “Can you trespass them?”

“Sure,” Gable said, eyes sparkling.

He was enjoying this.

He pulled out his ticket book, and he started getting names.

I went inside and started getting ready for our date.

I was halfway dressed, in my tightest jeans I had, a bra, and black combat boots, when I heard him call my name.

I peeked out of the bathroom to find him in the living room, eyes downcast.

“Yeah?” I called.

His gaze moved upward to find mine, and he froze.

“I was, uh, going to tell you that I had to call in some backup. There’s definitely some drug use going on back there.” He hesitated. “I have three black and whites that are out there, but since I’m the first on scene, it might take me a bit to get ready to go.”

I reached down and unbuttoned my pants, thinking maybe I should change them.

His eyes tracked the movement. “What are you doing?”

I grinned wickedly then. “I think I’m gonna wear a dress.”

He watched me avidly as I started to struggle to get them off my ass and down my thighs.

“You’re not wearing any panties.”

I squeaked, surprised to find him so close.

“I had them on,” I paused. “They just came off when I was pulling these down. I think I might have to retire these until I lose the ten pounds I gained the last year.”

“Please, please, please don’t lose that weight. I love having something to grab.” He moved around to my backside, which was wiggling as I tried to get the jeans off my calves.

Shit, they were tight.

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