Page 21 of Raspberry Cake
He clenched tighter around his fork, desperate to reach out and brush a finger along those warm cheeks. “Because you’re such a cougar at thirty-four. Now the real question: how Texan areyou? Do you own boots?”
“I do and maybe if you show me your hat, I’ll show off my boots.”
He held his hand out. “Deal?”
She firmly shook it. “Deal.”
When Eveline was ready to leave, Renley offered to walk her to her car, but she laughed it off, pointing out her premium parking not far off the pavilion. While he was distracted with watching her dismantle her wheelchair, Miguel and Lukas sat to either side of him.
“We see the way you look at her, so just know if you fuck with her feelings, you’ll have it coming for you,” Miguel warned, though his face didn’t let on that anything out of the ordinary was happening.
“Understood.”
“So, you’re not denying being into her?” Lukas prodded.
“Why should I? Apparently, it’s rather obvious.”
“An honest man.” Lukas shrugged. “I like that.”
He offered to help clean up, but Miguel declined so he made his way home, well, to Shannon’s, who wasn’t home, so Renley headed straight for a cold shower. All the flirting had made him all kinds of flustered.
He should’ve known that the shower would be no fucking help. It only gave him the space for her words to fill his mind again. Her pink cheeks haunted him in the best kind of way. He couldn’t wait to have a key to his own fucking place.
His thoughts trailed to all the things he could do with her, and his hand slipped down his stomach and wrapped around his raging erection. He needed her back in his arms, wanted to makeher sit in front of him with her legs spread and his hand cupping her pussy. She would lean against his bare chest, his dick rubbing against her while she writhed in his hold. He wanted to spank her, if only to draw those intoxicating sounds out of her. He would make her come around his fingers and then shove her into the mattress and use her until he blew deep inside her.
He squeezed his cock, remembering her cunt clenching around him and then came hard with a grunt, watching as the evidence of his crimes swirled around the drain and out of sight.
Renley
Work began to consume his life. He accepted all the overtime he could get and when he wasn’t on the job, he was hunting for apartments—and getting more frustrated by the minute. Most of them denied him because he didn’t have enough work history. So he kept looking, hoping that he didn’t end up in a bad part of town. Despite being fought at every turn, he started paying Shannon part of the rent. Apparently best friends weren’t supposed to take money for letting the other sleep on their couch.
He was just walking off of a jobsite to get rid of some debris when Eveline pulled up. As usual on weekends, she brought them lunch. “Need some help there?” he asked, meeting her at her car door.
“Yes, please.”
He took the bags of food and waited for her to settle into the wheelchair—what a hassle that must be each time. “Why not get one of those cars that you can use sitting in your wheelchair?”
“Pride I guess.”
“Did that question bother you?”
“No. It’s natural to be curious.”
He shrugged and stole a peek into the bags.
“You okay? You seem off?”
He cocked his brow. “I’ve hardly said anything.”
“Not just today. In general.”
“Just frustrated with finding an apartment.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault.”Kitten.
As they entered the property, he tried to mask his irritation. Not at her, of course, but the whole situation. He wanted to ask her out, wanted to take her on dates, but he felt shitty doing so with his life in shambles. Maybe he was too hard on himself. After all, hehadcome a long way since he’d been released.
