Page 151 of Bad Run

I shake my head as Lance cups my cheek in his palm, stopping me. “You never know. He might surprise you.”

“Doubtful,” I grumble.

Leaning down, he places his warm lips by my ear and whispers, “If you promise to listen to him, then I promise to eat your pussy until you come on my tongue before my game tonight.”

“Lance,” I moan, gripping his shirt in my fist for balance.

“Do we have a deal?” he asks, pulling back to see my face.

The saliva in my mouth dries faster than the California desert in a drought, and I’m pretty sure my face gives away my answer.

Lance smirks as he curls one hand around my hip and buries the other in my hair, tugging the strands and forcing my head back. “I’ll take your silence as agreement.”

He seals his mouth over mine. His drugging kisses make my head spin and forget the world around me. My arms circle his neck as I stand on tiptoe, sinking into his hold. As our tongues twirl, that same greedy ache builds between my legs.

Lance says I cast a spell on him, but I’m starting to think it’s the other way around.

“Ahem, are you two planning to come inside or suck face on the porch all day?”

With a jump, I break away from Lance and bury my face in his chest.

Of course, my grandmother caught me making out with Lance and made it embarrassing.

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my back in a protective, comforting hug. “It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.”

“Ma’am.” Juju scoffs.

Sucking in a deep breath, I turn to face my grandmother. “Hey, Juju.”

Dressed in one of her favorite summer sets—cream linen pants and matching blouse—and grinning like a loon from ear to ear, Juju extends her arms. “Hello, sweet girl. Now get your ass over here and give me some sugar.”

Leaving the safety of Lance’s arms, I wrap Juju in a tight hug, breathing in her powdery, sweet perfume. Arms on my biceps, she pushes me back to run her eyes over my body, checking me out.

“You’re glowing,” she says with a wink and turns to Lance. “I can tell you’re taking excellent care of my Gwenny.”

Lance chuckles. “I am. It’s a pleasure to take care of her.”

“Lance,” I groan, slapping him in the stomach.

“What? I do take pleasure in taking care of you,” he teases, blue eyes gleaming, as he presses a kiss to my forehead.

The smile on my face makes my cheeks hurt as I stare up at Lance.

Juju laughs. “I like you, Lance. I’m Judith, but you can call me Juju, as long as you keep making my granddaughter smile like that.” She points at my face, making my cheeks heat again.

“Juju it is, because I plan on making Gwen smile like that every day of my life.”

My grandmother faces me and grins. “Well, damn. No wonder you picked this one. He’s a charmer.”

I glance at my man and smile. “He is.”

“Mom, quit hogging our girl.” My mom steps into the doorway and grins. She moves around Juju and pulls me in for a hug. “I missed you so much, baby girl.”

“I missed you too, Mom.”

When we pull apart, Mom turns to Lance and extends her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Lance.”

“The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Montgomery,” he says, shaking her hand.