Page 19 of Nixon’s Promise

He quickly bit back his inappropriate retort, considering what they were talking about. Though he couldn’t stop the smile that was forming. And McKenna didn’t miss it, and a grin started to pull at her lips. The difference was, hers was damn sexy, and it made him want to close the distance and taste her mouth once and for all.

“Now you’re really pushing it. He was an asshole, and teaching him some manners was not a hardship.”

“I have a feeling you saw it as a lesson, but all those girls saw it as you protecting them. Which makes you a good man. An honorable man. One I’m proud I got to meet.”

She still hadn’t taken her hand off his chest. Without meaning to, Nix leaned forward. He felt ten feet tall, her words more satisfying than any commendation or award he’d earned in the Navy. The need to kiss her was overwhelming. He searched her eyes for any signs of trepidation—but all he saw was lust and excitement.

Jesus Christ, nothing sexier.

Not her ass in her jeans.

Not even her knowing her way around a truck engine, which was hot as fuck.

Not her sexy legs, thick wavy hair, great fucking smile. Nothing came close to the look of need that shone in her honey orbs.

Nixon wanted to harness all that passion, feed it, stoke it until it was wild and out of control.

“You guys coming?” Zack yelled.

Shit.

Fuck.

Cockblocked—again.

“Yeah,” McKenna called back.

Yeah, she’d be coming alright. As soon as Nixon could get her alone, she’d be coming on his face, his fingers, and his cock.

That was a guarantee.

9

“You never told me about that Dillinger guy,” I accused.

It was the next day, Sunday. Cleaning day. Zack was over at Nixon’s rebuilding the carburetor on the dirt bike, Mandy was out at the movies with her friends and I was on the phone with Becky.

“You know you sound like you’re in the middle of getting it on.” She laughed.

“I wish,” I muttered. “I’m mopping.”

“Mopping gets you that out of breath?”

“I’m mopping… vigorously. Don’t change the subject. Richard. High school,” I reminded her.

“The story Nixon told was the truth. If anything, he held back. Rich Dillinger is a total creep.”

“Did he? I mean… did you ever—”

“No. Rich and Nixon were a year ahead of me in high school. By the time Rich had moved on to the underclassmen, Nixon had already begun his weekly ass whoopins and everyone knew to stay away from Rich.” Becky fell silent for a second before she continued. “You need to be careful with Nixon.”

“What?”

“I know we’re all grown up now and he’s not the same person he was when he was a teenager, but…”

“But what?”

“But he is in his thirties, not married, and I’ve seen him since he’s been home. It was from across the grocery store and I’m happily married but I can acknowledge when a man is good-looking. And let’s just say, Nixon Swagger was hot in school but hotter now. He had girls eating out of the palm of his hand. The man grew up and only got better looking with age. My take, he probably still has women eating out of his palm. And by the look of him, I’m sure they beg for seconds, because just glancin’ at him, you know he knows how to use all that God gave him. And I’d be seriously disappointed if I found out God hadn’t blessed a man that beautiful with a big, gigantic—”