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“On?”
“On whether I can stomach this fancy-schmancy non-melted cheese pizza thing or if I end up calling Bobby down at the Pizza Palace for a real pie.”
“No faith in me at all. Such a shame.”
“No faith in your high-society food, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah, yeah. If you’d like, you can make your own, and I’ll even tell you how to make it so you can add toppings while it’s over the flame.”
“I’ll try anything once. You do have meat, right?”
“I thought you were the one with the meat.”
Travis hung his head and chuckled. “That’s so lame, Bells.”
“But you laughed.”
“So? It’s still lame. Gas grill?”
“No. Charcoal.”
“Damn.”
“What?”
“I don’t remember the last time I started a charcoal grill.”
“Need me to do that for you too?”
“Keep it up, little girl and I’ll give you something that’ll smart.”
“Ooohh. Threats.”
“Promises. And you know I keep my promises, don’t you, baby?” His voice was a bare whisper against her skin where he’d bent close. Bella clamped her lips together and nodded. She knew all about him saying what he meant and meaning what he said.
“What about …” she began.
“What about what?”
“What about you keeping it up?”
“That’s it.” He spun her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. The grill would have to wait …
* * * * *
“Were you all right after work today? Did something happen?”
The question caught Bella by surprise and she guessed it showed when Travis looked away. He picked up his beer and another slice of now cold pizza. He’d liked it, and she was happier than she figured she should be over Travis giving her grilled pizza his approval.
“No, why?”
They were on the deck out back, settled on a couple of blankets.
Between bites, they made out and screwed like a couple of teenagers. And “screwed” was the appropriate term. Nothing they did together was tender or soft when it came to sex. They fucked and they screwed.
She didn’t want anything different. She only wanted more. It was after sex that the gentleness came into play. It was an odd combination, but one he seemed to enjoy as much as she did.
“Well,” he started, “you didn’t wait for me in town and you walked right by the garage.”
