Page 110 of When It's Us
I knock on Hales' door a few minutes later, cookies in hand. It takes a couple of minutes, but Ginger answers, looking fuckingdelicious in leggings and an oversized sweater. She looks tired, but as gorgeous as ever.
I hold up the box. “Brought you something.”
She leans against the doorframe, screen pressed open with a palm, tilting her head at me, a playful smile tugging the corner of her full lips. “If you’re about to tell me you came to wreck my vagina with your gigantic cock, I’m gonna have to pass. I have a lot of work to do.”
I bark out a laugh, completely caught off guard. “I’m not sure, but this might be better than a gigantic cock.”
She lifts a brow at me.
“What?” I ask, scratching the back of my neck and feeling a little embarrassed. What if she thinks it’s weird?
She laughs lightly, and it makes my heart squeeze. “I’m floored that Hutch Hayes thinks there is something better than his own cock.”
A grin splits my face, loving her mouthiness. God, there isn’t much I don’t love about Ginger. The thought hits me out of nowhere.
I wasn’t lying the other night when I told her I wanted this, wanted her for however long she’d be here. And after what I confessed to Nat, well, apparently I’m in deeper than I thought.
“Hey, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I joke. “I said better thanagigantic cock, not mine, per se.”
She tilts her head, her eyes full of laughter before she reaches for the box. “What is it?” she asks as I hand it over.
“You’ll have to open it and see,” I tell her, tucking my hands into the pockets of my jeans. I feel a little tug in my gut, anticipation, tension. I find myself hoping she likes them.
She looks up at me. “Are those homemade Nutter Butters?”
I nod, feeling like a fifteen-year-old asking a girl out for the first time.
“Nat, I’m assuming?” she asks.
I scoff at her, playfully. “Rude. I can bake.”
“I’m not trying to be,” she says, her smile turning sultry. “But you and I both know your strengths lie…elsewhere.”
“You flirting with me, California?”
Her smile is a slow spread that has my stomach relaxing. “Did you have your sister make me cookies, Bigfoot?”
I chuckle and glance down at my feet. My cheeks heating. Am I fuckingblushing? My God, where is the cocky self-assurance that usually comes so easily to me? Where is my bravado? My ability to say one fucking word without smiling like a goon? What the fuck is this woman doing to me?
“Thank you,” she says sincerely, and when I meet her gaze it’s warm and happy.
“Yeah, well, it only took a little bit of prodding to get her to do it,” I tell her. “Especially after she asked if you and I were hooking up.”
Ginger’s eyes sparkle with laughter, but she rolls her lips together, holding it back. She pulls out a cookie and takes a bite. “Mmm. Worth it.”
I huff a laugh out. She’s not denying it, and I can’t say I’m mad about it. Ginger is amazing and beautiful and if she’s okay with people knowing about us, I guess I am, too.
“Yep. These are fucking amazing,” she says, taking another bite.
Her phone rings behind her on the coffee table.
We both glance toward the sound, but she doesn’t move to get it.
“Got plans for tonight?” I ask.
She casts a quick look over her shoulder at her open laptop, sighing. “Probably work. I have to finish up this project I’m working on by tomorrow morning. Before the boys get here.”
The phone starts ringing again. She bites her lip, then finally turns and walks back to grab it.
