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The men all start tapping me on the shoulder or rubbing my head, making my hair even more teased, and joking about my choice of words.
I love these guys.
SAMMIE’S HOME
“George Casso was married to Letti Casso. He was convicted of gross vehicular manslaughter with child endangerment and just got out of prison,” Zoom says over the speaker.
Shit!
I don’t want Sam to hear this, so I cut him off from going any further. “Zoom, we’re an hour out. You and Dawg get the boys to the clubhouse, and once I drop Sammie off at Brooke’s, we’ll have church. We have a lot to go over when I get back.”
Zoom replies, “You got it. We’ll all be here waiting.”
Before he hangs up, I add, “Make sure it is only members at the clubhouse. No women. I’m exhausted.”
I don’t want to deal with any drama today that doesn’t involve Sam.
Dawg chimes in, “Okay, I’ll see you when you get here.”
Zoom says goodbye before hanging up.
Sam sits quietly, staring at the landscape out the window.
“You okay?” I say, glancing over at her and wondering what she’s thinking.
“Yeah, just anxious. I don’t really want to go home to Mom, but I know she needs to see me. I’d rather go with you,” she says, still staring out the window.
It warms my heart that she wants to stay with me, but her mother’s going crazy without her. She needs her baby girl home.
“Punkin, you know I’d love for you to stay with me, but your momma needs to see and hug you. She might be mad, but she’s been going crazy without you.”
She doesn’t say anything.
So I continue, “If in a couple of days you want to come stay with me, I’ll talk to your mom. We’ll get through this. You won’t be grounded forever.”
She says softly, “Okay.”
A few minutes later, she turns to face me. “Can I come over when Cherry comes over? I want to hang out with her and Sunshine.”
I love that my girl wants to be around Cherry, but I also know she’s obsessed with Sunshine DJing. I feel like my girl wants to learn how to DJ.
I glance over before replying, “Sure, Punkin.”
Speaking of Cherry, my thoughts go to last night. We FaceTimed each other while in the shower. It was hard, but we managed it, and holy hell was it hot as fuck. I don’t think I can take another shower without jacking off from thinking about it. It was that fucking hot. I adjust myself, hoping my erection doesn’t get out of control while driving.
I can’t wait to have Cherry up against her shower wall. She’s got one of those modern fancy showers with multiple showerheads. A rain showerhead above her, and a hand-held wand that she can move around. Christ, seeing her get herself off was out of this world. I watched her move the showerhead back and forth between her legs as her nipples tightened up and her breath became labored. I came a couple of times with her. I just kept going, pulling and jerking as she moaned my name.
Shit, I might come right now while driving just thinking about it.
Fuckin’ hell.
“You’re thinking about her?” Sam giggles next to me.
Shit.
I sit up, adjusting myself again.Christ. What is wrong with me?I’m with my girl driving, and I’m sitting over here like a kid in puberty coming in his pants.
I chuckle at myself.
