Page 27 of Jonny’s Redemption

“Honey,” Bobby breathed.

Jonny shifted, reached between them, and fisted his dick.

“Love you, baby,” he told her as he pushed into her slick, wet, heat.

“Love you back, Jonny.”

Christ, that felt good.

He fed her more of his cock, giving her slow, short thrusts. Drawing it out. Not frenzied and out of control, but he wanted her breathless, begging, overwhelmed. He needed to hear the sounds she made, the gasps, the mews.

He needed everything from her.

So, in the dark, surrounded by her he took it—everything he needed.

10

Man-oh-man, Jonny was pissed. Not just a little—a whole lot. So pissed I was actually happy I was driving back to Cliff City in my own car. The part I wasn’t happy about was our time at the beach was over early. Jonny said he wanted a week alone at the beach, a demand—and I wasn’t dumb enough to think it otherwise. He hadn’t requested seven days, he’d commanded—and that was cut short after three days.

Oh, it had been a great three days. Everything had been perfect even under the pall of his mom’s drunk phone call that first morning. Jonny thought he was hiding it but he’d done a piss-poor job of pretending he wasn’t worried about her. I hadn’t asked when his father’s actual birthday was, which in hindsight was a mistake.

Today was the day, hence why we were driving home. Not because Jonny wanted to go to the cemetery or even acknowledge today was any different than any other day. No, we were driving back because Jonny’s mom had driven to visit her dead husband and had done it smashed. The good news was Mrs. Spencer hadn’t crashed or hurt anyone, but she had been pulled over. It was not Anita who called her son to bail her out of jail or pick her up.

No, it was worse—one of Jonny’s former colleagues had called.

That was when my big, strong Jonny had hung his head in shame. He also shut down and pulled away. It was so immediate it shocked me. His temper, I could handle. His flying off in a fit of rage and throwing a glass jar against the wall didn’t scare me. Not for a single second did I think I was in danger. I actually welcomed the slip of control. I wasn’t happy Jonny had been in pain, frustrated, and embarrassed by his family’s actions. However, I was happy that he hadn’t bottled it up which was what he normally did. What he’d done after he hung up once he finished speaking to his friend Vaughn.

I wasn’t so naïve I thought since Jonny had finally admitted he had feelings for me that it would be smooth sailing. I knew there would be bumps in the road. I knew he’d pull away. I just hadn’t thought it would happen so quickly.

After we silently packed and Jonny walked me to my car where he told me he’d call me later after he dealt with his mom, he woodenly stalked to his truck.

Silly man.

If he thought I was going home and leaving him to deal with his mom on his own, he was wrong. We were ten minutes outside of Cliff City, the turnoff I needed to take was coming up and I was mentally preparing for the call I knew Jonny would make when I didn’t make the left and followed him instead. He was going to be pissed—or I should say more pissed. And since he’d had an hour and fifteen minutes to stew, I figured he was more tweaked now than he was when we’d left Dewey Beach.

My bumper had barely passed the exit when my phone rang.

So predictable.

I hit the answer button on my steering wheel and smiled.

“Jonny,” I greeted.

“You missed your turn.”

Yep, predictable. And so was the bite in his tone.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Bobby—”

“Nope. You can bark and bitch all you want. But you’re not doing this alone.”

My interruption was met with silence. Unfortunately, I misinterpreted that to mean he wasn’t going to argue. I should’ve known better.

“This shit is not happening.”

Oh, silly, silly, growly Jonny.