Page 90 of Three Not-So-Little Words
Dylan steps in. “Good for you, man. She must like you, too. If she didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”
Ronnie says, “Hey, why are you two giving me shit? Where are your babies? Shouldn’t you be tending to them?”
Liz rolls her eyes. “They’re sleeping.”
“Be nice, or I’ll go wake them up,” Ronnie warns.
“You do, you die,” Liz retorts.
Suzanne, their mom, stops their bickering. “So, Drew, how old is your son?”
“He’s six,” I answer. “Colton.”
She smiles. “Aw, that’s a fun age. If you ever need a babysitter, just bring him on over. We always have at least one grandkid here.”
Andre, her husband, says, “Very true. It’s nice having babies and kids around again.”
Ronnie looks at me. “Don’t feel obligated to do that, Drew. You don’t really know these people.”
I feel like I should say something.
“Thank you so much for the offer. I don’t really have any type of family of my own, so it’s very nice. Right now, Colton goes tohis grandma’s–the one on his mom’s side–on weekends, but I appreciate having a backup plan if needed.’
Andre says, “I know you and Ronnie haven’t been together for very long, but as long as you two are a thing, you’ll have all us in your corner.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
It’s odd being around a family that actually loves each other. I hope Ronnie realizes how much of a gift that is.
The conversation shifts off of Ronnie and me and onto Jo, the youngest, who is apparently only in town temporarily. She’s feisty–just like Ronnie–but she seems to be more of a tomboy where Ronnie is more on the girly side.
I pay attention to all of the conversations and am actually having a pretty good time. Every once in a while, Ronnie will lean over and whisper a fun fact about whoever is talking. I feel like I’m getting insider knowledge.
Everyone is laughing and telling stories when Ronnie excuses herself to the restroom. While she’s gone, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I decide to ignore it, but when it goes off again, I figure I should look to make sure it has nothing to do with Colton.
Trying not to make it obvious and seem rude, I slide it out from my pocket and hold it under the table to look at. It has nothing to do with Colton.
It’s a slew of pictures from Ronnie.
Dirty pictures.
I look around to make sure no one is looking. Thankfully, everyone is occupied with their own conversations.
My eyes glance down again to get a better look at the messages. Clearly, she’s in the bathroom, sending these to me right now. The first is of her tits popping out of her low-cut bra.
The next is taken underneath her dress–where she isn’t wearing any underwear. Her cute pink pussy shows a little through her lips.
And the last is of her ass. She snapped a pic of it in the mirror.
I quickly text her.
What are you trying to do to me?
Turn you on so much that you go all caveman on me when we leave here.
Be careful what you wish for, baby.
Another photo comes through. It’s her pussy, but this time, her legs are spread, giving me an all-access view.
