Page 13 of Three Not-So-Little Words (The Lawson’s #3)

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Color me Impressed

Ronnie

“ F uck, Ronnie,” Drew hisses through gritted teeth as I slide slowly up and down on his cock.

After our double-header last night, I couldn’t help but take another ride this morning. There’s no better way to wake up than with an orgasm.

And Drew’s already given me two.

God love him.

He pays attention to what I like and does it. Period.

Now, it’s my turn to finish him. Rolling my hips in a circular motion, I continue to move up and down.

“Oh, yeah,” he whispers. “Just like that.”

Pulling me down, he kisses me as he finishes.

“Wow,” he says as I collapse next to him.

“No kidding.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“Back at you.” I look over at him and smile.

He stands up to go to the bathroom and get rid of the condom. I can’t help but watch as he walks away. The tattoos on his arms continue onto his shoulders and down his back. Most of them are in all black ink, but there are pops of color scattered throughout.

When he comes back to join me, I turn on my side so that I’m facing him.

He asks, “What are you doing today? Are you ready for me to get out of here?”

Usually, after my sexy encounters, I’m ready to go about my business. If the sex is good, we may do it again, but I’m typically pretty on-the-go, so I don’t hang around much. I travel too much to be tied down to anything.

But now that I’m back in Lilly Leaf Falls on more of a permanent basis, I have nothing that is pulling me away. I literally have nowhere else to be right now.

I answer with, “I don't have anything going on. You don’t have to rush off…unless you have stuff you need to go do.”

He glances over at the clock that reads: 11:30.

Man, good sex really wears you out.

“I don’t have to be home until this evening.”

“Hot date?” I joke.

“No, nothing like that. I start my job at the shop tomorrow and want to make sure I’m rested.”

My face scrunches up. “You’ll be working with my brother.”

“Who’s your brother?”

“Dylan.”

“Oh, right. Duh. Jack told me he was his soon-to-be brother-in-law. I guess I just didn’t put two and two together that you were siblings.”

“Twins actually,” I tell him.

“Do you have that weird twin telepathy thing?”

Why does everybody always assume that?

Even people in our own family think we’ve got a freaky twin thing.

“Oh, yeah,” I say. “When he feels any pain, I feel it too. Even something as small as a papercut.”

“Really?”

I laugh. “No. Not really.”

“Man, what a letdown,” he jokes. “Is he your only sibling?”

“Nope. There are five of us.”

“I bet that was hectic.”

I chuckle. “To put it mildly. Dylan probably had it the worst since he was the only boy. Do you have any siblings?”

“I have one older brother, but we aren’t close. I haven’t seen him in years.”

I don’t want to pry into his personal business, so I just say, “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “It is what it is.”

We sit silently for a minute, trying to figure out how to get past this slightly awkward moment.

To try to break the tension, I ask, “Are you hungry?”

“Am I hungry or am I hungry?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“As much as I want that tongue again, I’m going to need some real food too.”

“What do you have to eat? I could make us something.”

“You cook?”

He gives a small nod. “I mean, I’m no Gordon Ramsay, but I know my way around simple stuff.”

“You can cook, and you can eat? Color me impressed.”

He smiles. “Do you cook?”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Not so much. I like to bake, but cooking is a whole different beast. I love traveling and trying food from all around the world…as long as I don’t have to prepare it.

And to answer your previous question, I don’t have much in the way of food.

I actually just moved in here a few days ago, and I haven’t been grocery shopping yet. ”

“Fair enough. Do you want to go out and grab a bite somewhere?”

Trailing my finger from his chest down his stomach, I reply, “I think I’d rather order in.”

He smiles. “Whatever you want, beautiful.”

We spend the next few minutes deciding what we want to order. It doesn’t take all that long because Lilly Leaf Falls is a small town with only a handful of options. We decide on pizza, and I call to place the order.

When I hang up, I say, “It’ll be about an hour.”

“Damn. Busy day for pizza.”

“Do you want to go take a shower with me while I wait?”

He grins. “I’m surprised you even have to ask.”

We both jump out of bed and head for the bathroom. Not wanting to deal with my hair, I pin it into a clip on top of my head while we wait for the water to warm up. As soon as my mane of black hair is off my neck, Drew takes the opportunity to kiss the sensitive skin.

Goosebumps erupt all over me, and my nipples harden.

When we step under the spray of the warm water, our hands run all over each other.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he says, looking my body up and down and then staring at my face.

“You’re not so bad yourself. I like all of the tattoos.”

“Speaking of tattoos,” he spins me around and looks down at my small bit of ink. “You have a cute little one yourself.”

“Eh, I was drunk.”

He laughs. “It happens.”

He leans down to kiss me for a few moments before grabbing a bottle of my soap. Squeezing some into his hands, he spends time running his hands over every inch of my body. I don’t think it’s meant to be overtly sexual, but it’s turning me on all the same.

I’ve never been a huge fan of shower sex. Have I done it? Sure. But it always seems like more of a hassle than it’s worth. It’s uncomfortable, slippery, and awkward.

That being said, fooling around in the shower can be fun.

I reach over to grab a handful of the same soap and start rubbing it all over him.

When I get to his cock, I stop, making sure to take my time.

My fingers wrap around his half-hard member and slowly stroke it. I feel it instantly start to thicken.

“Ronnie.” His tone warns that I’m playing with fire.

Good thing I don’t mind getting hot.

Before I know it, he has me flipped around. From behind, he has one hand on my tits and the other between my legs. The moment he starts rubbing my clit, my legs turn to jelly. It takes everything in me to stay vertical, but I manage.

Just as he finds the perfect spot, and I start to feel hints of my orgasm looming on the horizon, the doorbell rings.

“Son of a bitch,” I spit. “An hour my ass.”

Quickly, I get out of the shower and head for the front door.

When I open it in nothing more than a towel, the pimply-faced teenager’s jaw drops. I hand him more than enough cash and take the box.

He asks, “Do you need help getting that into the house? Or help with…anything?”

“Nice try, kid. Your porno fantasies aren’t coming true today.”

With that, I shut the door.

Drew meets me in the kitchen, wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

“Yeah. The pizza boy got excited that maybe he’d be delivering more than a pizza.”

As we get settled, each with a slice in front of us, I ask, “So, did you grow up in Florida?”

“Well, I’m originally from Illinois, but I lived in Miami for about the past ten years.”

“Oh, yeah? I’ve done quite a bit of work in Miami,” I say, leaving out the part about me having a fuck buddy down there whenever I would visit.

Something suddenly occurs to me. “Wait a second. Were you on the fighting circuit with Jack?”

He almost looks embarrassed. “Uh, yeah.”

“Don’t worry. I didn’t actually recognize you. I mean, if that’s the reason you came up here to live. I know Jack used to fight, and you guys were friends. I just took an educated guess.”

“Oh, no. It's not a big deal. I know Jack wanted anonymity, but that isn’t an issue to me. It just took me by surprise because I haven’t been on the circuit for over a year.”

“You still look like you could fight. I mean, you look good. I mean, you’re in good shape,” I stammer.

He gives me a sexy smile. “Got it.”

“How about we finish this pizza, and we can ditch the towels and get back to the good stuff?”