Page 63 of Stone Promises

Mallory giggles. “You can be fined up to a thousand dollars for littering, you know.”

“Worth every penny,” I tell her with a wink.

We pull up to my house and Cole opens the back door. Mallory gets out, embarrassed to even look at him as she says hello. She’s flushed. And I think I might have yelled. It’s more than obvious what we were doing back here. But Cole is a professional. However, not so much that he doesn’t fist-bump me behind Mal’s back.

Cole takes her bag and puts it inside the house before leaving to take Kendra back and return the limo. Mallory looks around at the houses surrounding mine before returning her gaze to my humble abode. The place I chose to live after rehab is not ostentatious or flashy. It’s a two-bedroom cottage on a half-acre lot, flanked by similar sized houses lining my street.

“Wow,” she says. “I’m impressed, Mr. Stone.”

“What’s to be impressed by?” I ask, looking around the middle-class neighborhood.

“Exactly. Is your house any bigger than the Presidential Suite?” she asks.

I laugh. “Barely.”

As we walk through the door, I lean down, annoyed as I pick up some cards left on my doorstep. It’s getting worse. Today it’s only letters, but sometimes they leave packages and stuffed animals. What do they think I’m going to do with all that shit? Fucking gate guard, the guy will let anyone with big tits in. I need to get Cole to have a talk with the head of security. Mallory may be here alone at times and I don’t want her exposed unnecessarily.

Mallory looks at the cards in my hands. “Love notes?” she jokes.

I shrug and then nod.

“Really?” she asks. “I was only teasing. I thought it was your mail.”

“Sadly, it’s not. That gets properly delivered to my box. The minimum-wage gate guard is not very vigilant about who he lets pass.” I open the waste basket to deposit the cards.

“Wait!” She stops me. “Don’t you at least want to read them?”

“They’re all the same,” I tell her. “‘I love you, Thad.’ ‘Marry me, Thad.’ ‘Have my baby, Thad.’And those are the good ones.”

She nods to them. “May I?”

“Don’t you want a tour of the place?” I ask, slightly perturbed.

“I can pretty much see it all from here,” she jokes. “Come on. Let me see them. I mean, you get fan mail, Chad. Isn’t that unreal? People love you so much they take the time to tell you in writing.”

I guess I used to think it was cool. When it first started back when I was onMalibu. “Fine.” I hand her the half-dozen cards and watch over her shoulder as she opens them. They are pretty much what I told her. Marriage proposals. Invitations. Lewd propositions.

“Oh, my God.” She covers her mouth with her hand. “This one sent a picture of her naked chest. Do you keep these in a drawer somewhere, you know, in case you need ‘material’?” She giggles.

Man, I love the sound of her laugh. I could listen to it all day. “I don’t have a drawer, Mal. Who needs crappy visual stimulation when I have you?”

She opens the trash can and deposits the letters inside. “I think I’ll take that tour now. Why don’t we start with the bedroom?”

I pull her body against me and wrap my hands around her back. I remember that she’s without panties under her skirt and it has me getting hard again. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”

“Maybe,” she says, nibbling at my ear.

“Well, how about I show you? Only this time, I plan on taking my sweet time with you.” I grab her hand and lead her to my room.

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“This is the life,” she says, floating on a mat in my pool.

She’s gorgeous in her tiny green shimmering bikini, making me glad there’s a privacy fence around my backyard. Not because someone might see us together, but because I don’t want anyone else seeing her like this. Lying back the way she is, her breasts all but spill out the sides of the small triangles trying to hold them in. And then there’s her creamy skin and wet hair.Shit—I just want to cancel all plans for the week and stay holed up with her. I’m growing hard in my board shorts as I sit and watch her from my lounge chair. I set down what I’m reading and dive into the pool, swimming up next to her.

“It is now thatyou’rehere,” I tell her. “I rarely even use the pool.” I run my hand up the soft skin of her inner thigh. “But now I’m thinking of all kinds of ways we can use it.”

“You’re insatiable.” She giggles.

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