Page 125 of Leave Me Broken

She chews on her bottom lip but nods. “Yep.”

“You two aren’t going to make it an hour,” Janelle complains.

I prowl toward Payson, hoping she’s right.

40

Ash

Janelle was right. As soon as Payson closed the car door behind her, I was on her. Didn’t help I was in the back seat waiting for her when she climbed into the back not knowing I was already there. We laughed at the fact we had the same idea, but it quickly died when I cupped her heavy breast. Unfortunately, they are taped in some way, so I wasn’t able to play with them as much as I would have liked but I still got her off twice and me once. I’m feeling better, but I know it won’t be long before my balls grow heavy for her again.

I’m driving to dinner while Payson fixes her makeup and hair. I did my best not to mess it up, we didn’t even kiss a lot. I had to turn her reverse cowgirl to stop from mauling her lips.

“It’s a good thing we didn’t walk down together because I ended up bumping into Valerie,” she tells me.

I suggested we head to the car separately for that exact reason. Luca made up the excuse I was ill and that’s why I wouldn’t be there. Janelle and Payson have some kind of excuse too, but I don’t know what it is.

“What did she say?”

Payson flicks the mirror closed looking just as perfect as she did before we went at it like wild animals.

“She said, ‘well don’t you look nice,’” she mocks Valerie in a weird voice.

I bite the corner of my cheek to stop from laughing. “What a vile woman.”

“I know!” Payson gasps. Then a laugh tumbles from my mouth and she squints. “You’re being sarcastic, aren’t you?”

“Baby, it sounds like she complimented you.” She attempts to pull her hand from my grip, but I don’t let her.

“It’s not what she said, it’s how she said it, Ashley. Like don’t you look nice—for a slut.”

Knowing it’s best to agree, I kiss her knuckles. “Well, we do not have to worry or think about anything but us tonight.”

She sinks into the seat and sighs. “I can’t wait.”

Me either, babygirl.

Payson must look older than twenty-one because when I ordered us champagne, I wondered if they would bring two glasses, and they did. She was offended but I assured her it was the makeup.

“I’ve never been somewhere so fancy.” She hasn’t stopped looking around the interior of the Italian restaurant in wonder since we walked in. I haven’t been able to look away from her.

“My mum came to visit me several years ago and she was craving Italian food. I looked up the best Italian restaurant west of the Mississippi and Giulio’s was the one that came up. The next day, we got on a plane and were here by dinner that night.”

“You traveled from school to California for your mom to eat some pasta?” Her eyes round more with each word.

“I did. It’s a short flight.”

“Yeah, but . . . wow. You must really love your mom.” I follow her rough swallow with my eyes.

“I love my mum very much.”

“You also must be rich-rich.” Her smile is real and teasing.

I laugh under my breath. “I am smart with my money, yes.”

“Are you going to make me sign a prenup when we marry?”

I bloody love hearing her speak of marrying me. It’s good to know she’s slowly becoming more comfortable with the conversation. “No.”

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