Page 33 of Stone Cold Bad
Even though we’d gone at it all night long, the two of us were so completely turned on by each other, so damn connected, we both came almost instantly.
I reached up, and she pressed my hand against her face.
“Do you think it’s possible we’ll ever get bored of this?”she asked.
“Not a chance.”I looked up at her.“I don’t see myself ever being without you, Jade.Our boat was sitting on that dock for a reason.It was meant to be there to carry you home, to me.”
She climbed off of me and stretched out next to me, resting her head on my chest.I placed my arm around her.“It sure is quiet here,” she said.
“The highway is just far enough away that you can’t hear any traffic except for the occasional truck horn.If you listen really carefully though, you can hear the ocean rolling in.I think that calmness was what brought my brothers and me here a lot.That and Noddy’s cookies, of course.”I thought about those afternoons when we’d ride over here on our crummy bikes.Mine always had a flat tire, but I pumped it along behind Hunter and Slade.We knew we’d get here, and for that short period of time, we’d live without fear and the uncertainty my dad’s temper brought with every new day.For that short span of time, we were no longer the rowdy, out of control, severely neglected Stone brothers.We left all the ugly shit behind when we stepped through Noddy’s front door.
“I’m glad you had her,” Jade said.“And, with how quiet and remote it is out here, I’m glad she had you boys.”
“Yep, occasionally you just get lucky in the people part of your life.”I squeezed her against me.Sometimes I wanted her so badly I worried that I would crush her.
Jade pointed to a place on the wall where I’d painted on three color samples.“That’s interesting.”
“I was trying to decide on a color.”
She laughed.
“I know, it looks funny.”
“No, I’m just picturing you tapping your chin and trying to decide on a color.You’re not exactly the interior decorator type.”
“Hey, I have a sensitive side.I appreciate beauty.”I reached down and spanked her once.“As you may have noticed.”
“I guess every hard exterior has a soft core.”
“I know you’ve landed right on my soft core.I don’t think anyone has ever come close to finding it.”
She looked up at me and kissed my chin.“Ouch.”She rubbed her lips.“I’ve also found your less than soft beard stubble.”She relaxed her head against my chest and stared up at the paint samples.“The pale teal color,” she said.“I think that’s the one Noddy would have picked.”
“Then that’s the color I’ll use.”My phone buzzed.I reached to the floor and picked it up.“Hey, Street, what’s up?By the way, I got Jade a phone, I’ll have her call you to give you the number.”
“Oh good.I was afraid I wasn’t going to get to talk to her.Figured you were going to keep her all to yourself.”
“Damn right I’m keeping her to myself.What’s new?Did you guys yank those flyers?”
“Yeah, think we got most of them.”There was a knock on the door.Jade startled.I placed my finger against my mouth to tell her to keep quiet, and I grabbed my jeans off the floor.I stuck the phone in between my shoulder and ear and pulled the pants on.
“Hey, Street, got to call you back.There’s someone at my door.”I glanced around looking for something to swing that would dent a skull.
“I know there’s someone at your door, dork.It’s me.Now, open up before I spill the coffees.”
Jade was standing with her arms crossed around herself looking pale and shaken.
“It’s just Amy.”
She smiled with relief.
I swung open the door.“Fuck, Street, I was just about to grab a chair to clobber you with.”
“Real nice greeting for the breakfast delivery girl.”She swept in past me with a tray of coffees and a white bag.
I glanced out to the yard and the long gravel road that led to the cottage.It was deserted.
The girls took the coffees into the kitchen where I’d set up a rickety coffee table and some old boxes.
