Page 92 of Jonny’s Redemption

“Mom and Dad have Rory, Caleb, and Joss,” Macy said. “Is it okay if they come by?”

Jonny’s lids drifted closed and he shook his head.

“If I ever made you feel like your parents aren’t welcome—”

“Stop, Jonny. You never have but this is your home and we’re taking it over. I don’t want to impose.”

“We’re family, there’s no such thing as imposing.”

“Thank fuck. He gets it,” Nixon hollered.

Yeah, he did. Jonny got it.

Family was family.

And he had a big, loud, totally imposing one.

It had been crafted with love and friendship. Trust and honesty.

Later that night after everyone left, Jonny Spencer laid in his bed, Bobby tucked close. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her palm over his heart. And he counted his blessings. There were many; therefore it took all night and into the early morning hours.

The sun was kissing the horizon when his eyes finally closed.

Though they didn’t stay that way for long.

“Bobby.”

Rough with sleep, the growl slipped past his lips as Bobby’s lips wrapped around something else. Her tongue glided down his hard length then back up and she swirled it around the head of his cock.

“Mornin’.”

It was a great morning.

“Climb on, baby.”

“Nuh-uh. I like where I’m at.”

Voice husky.

Tone hungry.

Mouth sexy as fuck-all.

Fuck yeah, it was a great morning.

Jonny wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to count her mouth as a blessing, but it could be argued the way Bobby sucked his cock wasn’t only a blessing but a goddamn miracle.

“Two minutes, then I want you on my face.”

She took more of his cock and groaned. The vibration ricocheted through his balls, up his spine, and he grunted his approval. Two minutes later, she was sitting on his face moaning hers. Three minutes after that with Bobby’s tight, wet pussy was hugging his cock, they proceeded to make a great morning into a phenomenal one.

29

Jonny stood in the front yard of his childhood home, confusion warring with anger and a whole slew of other emotions including, pain, joy, regret, and happiness. The battle was raging when he pulled his phone out and called his uncle.

“Jonathan, son, how are you?”

Jonny gritted his teeth.