Page 14 of Recon Rendezvous

The silence hangs heavy and pregnant between us before she responds. “This must be your way of making it up to me?”

When I raise a brow in question, she points to her hair, wet and twisted up in a bun. “I have to find a hair salon thanks to you. You owe me.”

My cock perks up at the memory of stuffing her throat and the fucking mess I made of her.

“Fine,” she acquiesces. “But I’m watching you. Don’t try to poison my food.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I’m having too much fun.”

I expect her to laugh or shove me, but as I watch her face, her lips purse as she looks away before responding.

“Let’s just call this a cheatweekend. I’ll have chicken and waffles, a biscuit, and a little bit of gravy. Don’t skimp on the hash browns and bacon either.”

I chuckle and laden her plate with enough food for at least three people. Handing her my masterpiece on a plate, with silverware neatly rolled in a black napkin—because of course, these two couldn’t just use paper towels—I hold up the container of warm maple syrup, but she nods toward the ketchup.

Herthank youis soft as she rushes to the living room, and I stare after her as she maneuvers around a cuddled-up Eli and Gem and takes a seat in the middle of the enormous U-shaped couch. Grabbing silverware for myself and a Gatorade, I climb over the back of the couch and take the seat next to her.

Calling out, “So, it looks like none of us are getting out of this.” I’m immediately shushed.

“Watch it,” London hisses. “What are you doing?”

Making a show of unraveling my silverware, I open it with a snap and spread it over my lap. “Watching this dumb ass movie. What does it look like?” I whisper.

“That’s not what I meant.” She eyes my silverware.

“You didn’t think I made all of that for you, did you? We’re sharing. Come on. Don’t be stingy. There’s more than enough meat for you.” Stabbing a mound of hashbrowns, I pointedly turn my gaze to the movie. Before long she joins me, taking turns as we make our way through the mountain of food.

During a commercial break, she says, “Hey, Gem. Any recs for a hair salon? I made a mess of my hair and had to wash it, but I suck at straightening it myself.”

They all turn to investigate her claim. “If you just want it straightened, Gem’s the best. At least until you find someone,” Mia volunteers.

“I can totally do it. I hate doing my own hair because it takes forever, so I have a girl I go to whenever I randomly have the need to straighten my hair or need a cut and color. She specializes in natural hair.”

“Perfect.” London smiles in appreciation before swiping a strip of bacon.

“Oh, selfcare Sunday. Let’s have a sleepover,” Sasha practically squeals.

A sleepover.Heading to the kitchen, I take out my phone and shoot a text to the one person who will help me out without question.

Since I wasn’t invited to this little party, I’m going to need you to do some recon and find out everything you can about London.

Have I stalked her socials for the past few months? My best friend is a lawyer, you won’t get me on the record admitting that shit. But, hypothetically, yes, and any additional recon wouldn’t hurt.

A phone vibrates on the table, breaking through the chatter, and my heart pounds as it’s picked up and my message is read. My heart practically cracks my ribs as I wait and wait for a response. Sasha’s eyes meet mine, her smile soft as she nods, and I expel a breath. I knew I could count on her and at least I know she’ll be discreet.

CHAPTER FIVE

LONDON

How fucking hot was that? I sigh, biting my lip as I think about my impromptu rendezvous with Xander. I seriously want to fall back on my bed and kick my legs up in glee at the expression on his face when I said I didn't swallow. The worthless little playboy getting a taste of what he deserves.Fucking priceless.

*Clears throat*I'll never admit this, but I felt debauched and so fucking intoxicated as his cum spurt across my face and neck and it ishands downthe most erotic kinky shit I've ever experienced. I don’t know what that says about me, but here I sit unashamedly tending to my hair after he made a mess of me. Thankfully, sweet Gem is kind enough to help a girl out.

“You have the prettiest hair. It’s so soft.” Gem hums as her hands rake through my freshly blow-dried hair. I made sure to wash it again very thoroughly to ensure it was clean. You know, because of the cum that got in my hair when Xander came all over my face.Gah! I’m still dying over here.

“Thank you. It’s thick and a hassle. I cut off about five inches, because it’s a lot. Maybe I should go a little shorter for summer.” I give a little shake as my hair swishes around my shoulders.

“Whatever you do to it, you’re going to be gorgeous.” Sasha chimes in from where she and Mia are sitting on the chaise at the foot of my bed, eyes locked on the TV mounted to the wall.

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