Page 28 of Mixed Connection
Babygirl
Not at all.
When I look up from my phone, Anders is shaking his head and barks a laugh at the lovesick grin I’m sure I’m sporting.
“I’d put money on it—she’s it for you, Big Dog!” His laugh echoes down the hall, aiming for the bathroom. He has no idea just how right he is.
Dropping my head back into the hot spray of the shower, I feel the weight of my exhaustion hit me. We finished demoing as much of the house as we could before the construction team starts on it tomorrow morning. Normally, I wouldn’t be washing my hair this late into the night, it takes forever to dry, but no matter how tired I am, I won’t be skipping Shaken Tropes tonight, I gotta look my best for my woman.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit down and read the book tonight, so I decided to buy the audiobook. I programmed my Alexa device to play it while I was getting ready to hop in the shower. It’s been playing for a while and I can’t lie, I’m into it. I grab the shampoo bottle, squeeze just enough into my hands, and begin to work it into my scalp, allowing the rich lather to run down my hair as I rinse it out. The story started right off with some action between wolves. They were surrounded by others like them. The narrators are on point with the scene, adding in growls and rips for when the lead character bites into the other’s neck.
With a speed I was unprepared for, he presses himself against me. Pushing me until the back of my knees hit the bed, forcing me to fall back. My submission is what he is after… but I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to give it to him so easily.
The water rains down on my head, washing away the shampoo that seems to be never-ending. What is going on in this book? I make an attempt to open my eyes, squinting in the direction of my Alexa device, wiping away the lingering suds from the shampoo before it burns my eyes.
His wolf all but growls at me while grinding his length against me. “If you think for one second that I’m sleeping on that floor and not in this bed with my cock sunk deep into your dripping c—”
“Alexa, pause the damn book,” I yell from the shower. Alexa continues playing as if she didn’t hear my command. “Fucking AI!”
He drops between my thighs like a beast ready to devour his prey; the gleam in his eyes tells me that he isn’t ever letting me go after this. Not when he calls me his mate. My eyes drop for just a moment. The width of him makes my mouth water and my sex clench in anticipation.
“ALEXA!” I wait, listening for the quiet that follows when it awaits my next command, but it doesn’t come. The only one coming is the she-wolf playing on the speakers from my audiobook.
I finish my shower as it continues to play. I went in blind to the book and I’m kinda glad I did, I wasn’t expecting the spice and I was a bit nervous for Anders to walk in given it’s also our current flip. I can already imagine the shit talking. It may not have been a book I picked up on my own, but I’m really enjoying it. The sex scenes are out of this world and the action doesn’t let up. I see exactly why she loves this story so much and I hope to hear which parts are her favorite so I can commit them to memory. Wrapping the towel around my center, I walk into the room to get ready.
Pulling on my light-tan, cloth joggers, I snatch a fresh long-sleeved, white shirt and pull it over my head before slipping the matching tan hoodie on. The audiobook plays in the background, an epic fight scene is being read that I don’t want to pause in the middle of, but I have to if I’m going to make it on time.
I lace up my sneakers on my sock-clad feet, grabbing my essentials before making my way to the door to see my Babygirl.
12
*General HOES group chat*
I invited Jameson to the bar tonight.
I really like him guys.
J-babe
Legs Up, Perfume On
This makes my heart so happy
Fuck my fucking life. Of course, the night I think Shaken Tropes is going to be easy, it just isn’t. B would normally be here a bit early stocking the bar, but she caught a terrible stomach bug and is out.
Paloma is never late, never. And yet here I am, without anyone else to help me on a surprisingly busy night as I scramble around trying to not look like I’m chasing squirrels.
I wasn’t technically on the schedule tonight, but I just had a feeling after B called, that I may want to jump in. Boy, am I glad that I did. Sending a quick “Are you okay?” text to Paloma, I stuff the phone in my pocket before handing a sweet older woman her drink. Not forgetting at all to grab the book suggestion that I think she just might love.
“Thank you so much! My granddaughter says she loves this place and that you lovely girls would give me the perfect—” She stops, almost pressing the book to her lips in a forgotten thought. “Oh! The perfect book boyfriend.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me, taking with her the BDA martini and the small-town billionaire romance.
BDA is short for Big Daddy Apple, it’s a spin on a spiced apple martini and tastes just like an elevated apple tart. The flavors make me think of all those small-town characters and the billionaire ready to make their dreams come true. This particular book follows characters in their forties, as they realize they have a second chance at the love they missed out on. There’s an apple picking scene I think she’s going to melt over. Whew! Even just thinking about it makes me want to fan myself.
My nerves get the best of me and I pull out my phone again, hoping for a notification from Paloma, but there is nothing. Worrying myself won’t help either one of us, I’m just going to believe she is okay unless I hear otherwise. But if she doesn’t text me back before the end of the shift… then I am going to hunt her down.
A frustrated sigh escapes me before turning around and making eye contact with the most devilishly handsome man—it has to be a sin to look that damn good. I’m almost positive there is a law against it somewhere.
The stress from my face begins to melt away as a small smile curves my lips. Sliding my phone into my back pocket, I exhale a short breath and snap my eyes back up to the bar. I shift my eyesback and forth, assessing if anyone is in need of me before I see Jameson making his way to me in long, purposeful strides. He is eating up the distance between us with a look on his face that says he’s ready for duty. I almost salute him but think better of it.
