AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She knew what she felt, she just had a tough time articulating it without feeling like a total idiot when she did it. At least, when it came to relationships with men. With her sisters, she could be a little more open and vulnerable. They knew her past, her story, and what her triggers were. It was hard to hide much from them anyway.
But guys, she could hide behind the veil of humor to keep them from digging too deep. That was where it was safe. Keep things fun, light and superficial and she wouldn’t expose her vulnerable side. Something told her Jordan wasn’t going to let her keep things just fun, light, or superficial, though. He already knew more about her than any guys she’d ever dated, made her come harder than any guy she’d ever been with, and a big part of herwantedhim to push her to be vulnerable.
It also scared the crap out of her though.
“Rayma …” He brushed his hand over her face, gently sweeping her bangs away. “I think you made my ass cheek bleed.”
She grinned at him, then started to giggle. “Want a Band-Aid? Do I need to kiss it better?”
Growling, he used his size and strength to roll them over so she was suddenly straddling him. “No, no Band-Aid, and yeah, you might need to kiss it better. But I’ll take you kissing my cock as a proxy.”
He was still inside her and taking his sweet time going soft. She squeezed her muscles around him and he twitched his cock inside her. “So long as when I kiss that dick, I’m also licking Puttanesca sauce off it. Because I’m starving, dude. You promised me food. Unless you put tuna in your Puttanesca.” She made a cringe face. “Then just slather that big boy in pineapple juice and serve it to me on a silver platter.”
“I don’t. Tuna free.”
She swept the back of her hand over her forehead dramatically. “Phew.”
He pinched her nipple. “That sass is going to earn you a red ass, brat.”
She did a little hip wiggle. “Promise?”
He quirked a brow.
Maybe if she pushed justonemore button, she could really see him react. “Fetch, Lassie, fetch! Get me my dinner.”
She had no idea how it happened so fast, but suddenly, she found herself back beneath him and he was kissing her passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her.
Yeah, okay, dinner could wait, maybe a little longer.
Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Presentday…
When she used to live with Joy, Rayma didn’t bother knocking before she entered her fairy godmother’s house. Then when she moved out on her own and Joy hadn’t divulged her secret sexy boyfriend to anyone, Rayma still entered without knocking. But now that Joy and Grant were married and living together and most likely humping like newlyweds, Rayma knew better than to enter without knocking—particularly since both Grant and Joy’s vehicles were in the driveway.
“What a lovely surprise,” Grant said, opening the door for Rayma. She gauged him quickly. His cheeks weren’t flushed, his hair wasn’t a mess, and his shirt wasn’t rumpled. She probably hadn’t caught them post-coitus. But with these two horn dogs she could never be certain.
“I texted Joy,” Rayma said, ditching her sneakers in the foyer and following Grant through the rest of the big rancher house. She could hear Joy bustling about in the kitchen.
“Ah, I was out in the shop, just came in for lunch.” He grinned at her over his shoulder. The man was just a couple of years past sixty, but damn if he wasn’t a fine piece of man meat. Short scruff, more than a hint of silver in his dark hair, and beautiful gray eyes. Nana Joy had bagged herself one hot zaddy in Rayma’s opinion. He filled out dark wash jeans and a black T-shirt like a boss and she had to keep herself from staring at his ass as he walked. Hell, who was she kidding? She TOTALLY stared at his ass.
Grant entered the kitchen first and pressed a kiss to the side of Joy’s head. “You didn’t tell me Rayma was coming over.”
“Must have slipped my mind when you were—"
He cleared his throat.
“When you were out in the shop and I was nowhere near the shop,” Joy said quickly, shooting a wink over her shoulder at Rayma.
“Ah, young love and newlyweds,” Rayma sighed, sidling up beside Joy who was over six inches shorter than her, and giving her a one-armed side hug. Joy was standing over the stove flipping grilled cheese in the pan. Like always, she was put together with a tight, no-hair-out-of-place twist in her salt and pepper hair, figure-flattering dark jeans, and a soft pink blouse.
When Rayma texted saying she needed some Joy advice, Joy invited her over for lunch. And if Nita was the world’s best cook, Joy was a close second. Even her grilled cheese was worth the twenty-minute drive.
“I’m almost done here, angel,” Joy said. “Help Grant set the table, then we can chat.”
Grant was already pulling down dishes. He handed them off to Rayma and she went and set them out on the kitchen table. The larger dining room table was out near the living room and where all the Hart family dinners were held. But Rayma actually preferred the smaller, more intimate kitchen table with its six chairs.
