Page 59 of Bad News Babe

ALEXIS, AKA THE BULLSHITTING TIT FOR SNARKY TAT

The day is perfectlypretty for meeting the future in-laws. Not that I’m completely buying West’s long-term interest. But I’ll deal with getting dumped when the painful punch to the gut happens. Until then, I’m embracing his fantasy of living on the homestead with his family and our litter of ginger kids.

After a ride through the hot evening, West pulls his motorcycle past the security fencing and into one of the detached garages. I look around and nod with approval.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says after we climb off.

“Wouldn’t think of worrying. I’m the easy-breezy poster girl.”

West doesn’t buy my “hip chick undaunted by a chaotic world” act. Comforting me with a hug, he nearly picks me up and carries me out of the garage.

“I’ve played ping-pong,” I tell him and gesture at the other end of the building with the table tennis.

“Are you any good?”

“Only very much so. We should have a match where you bet a hundred dollars, and I’ll bet sexual favors.”

“Or I can just give you cash.”

Smirking, I ask, “Are you afraid I’m a sore winner and will make you cry?”

“No, I just want you to be comfortable,” he says and kisses the top of my head. “Besides, I’d destroy you at ping-pong. I’m like at a Forrest Gump level of awesome.”

“Who?”

“Haven’t you watched any movies?”

“When I was growing up, the local church showed kids’ movies. They offered free popcorn and punch, too. Gary didn’t feel it was worth the chance of them turning me into a submissive sister-wife.”

“He sounds rotten.”

Holding his hand as we walk out of the garage, I ask, “Does your family attend church?”

“No, we’re godless heathens, but free shit is still free.”

“That’s why I came to dinner tonight. Meeting your family is secondary.”

West stops walking and frowns at me. “Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not.”

“I feel like you’re screwing with me to hide your feelings.”

“Do you remember when we first met?” I ask, and West instantly smiles. “That was me screwing with you to hide my feelings. Today is me looking for a free meal. You already warned me that your family will give me shit. Plus, you swore you’ll still want to date even if they hate me. What’s there to worry about?”

West rewards my words with a kiss I feel all the way down to my tender pussy. I cross my legs instinctively, protecting the battered flesh.

When he frowns, I shrug. “You fucked the hell out of me last night. And then again, this morning. And then on the couch at the duplex.”

“I promise to kiss it lots tonight.”

I take his hand and look around the gated property. “This is where you grew up.”

“Yep. See how the houses aren’t too far apart, so we can walk from place to place, tormenting each other? Want to see where the powers that be decided my house should sit?”

“When did they decide this?”

“Years ago, apparently. They assumed we’d all stick around and live on the homestead. Over the last few decades, they bought the surrounding properties. Now, we own a big stretch of land.”

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