AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Okay.” She glances at the light, which turns green. “What’s the question?”
“Do you want bonbons?”
She furrows her brow and I lick my lips in anticipation that I know she doesn’t. It’s whether she’s ready to admit that she doesn’t want them. The glint of recognition hits her eyes when Winger and Tank rev their engines.
“Bonbons?” I ask again.
She shakes her head no. Tentatively at first, then wholeheartedly, and a smile breaks out on her lips.
Then she hits the gas almost hard enough to spin the wheels of her little Nissan Versa, and she takes off across the intersection. Tank and Winger are hot on her heels while I sit there laughing.
“Hot damn,” I mutter to myself before taking off after them.
Moneybags has no idea how happy she just made me. But I’m surprised when she takes the road that leads to the edge of town. This isn’t where I thought she lived. She mentioned an apartment near the school but we’ve gone the opposite direction from the only apartment I can think of nearby.
Another chase? She’s controlling the shots as she always will. My only concern is that the roads are plowed wherever she’s taking us.
In minutes, we pull up to an old house on the outskirts of town. The yard hasn’t been tended in a while based on the awkward shape of the snow covering the ground. The house looks like it hasn’t had the most TLC lately either.
Weeds have grown through the gravel driveway.
Then it hits me. This is her grandmother’s house that we heard about, the inheritance, the place she needs her yard work done.
I pass Tank and Winger, stopping beside her car. “Tell me you don’t actually want us to do yard work today.”
“Yard work, breakfast, I’m pretty flexible about what we do. The only thing I don’t want is bonbons. Is that clear?”
“Well, technically, you just said the safe word so we have to stop.”
“But I said I don’t want them.”
“The whole point of a safe word is that if you say it, everything stops.”
“Fine. I don’t want those sweet little ball things that shall not be named.”
I shove my kickstand down, lean my bike to the side and hop off. I flex my hands against each other then crack my knuckles.
The other two guys are quickly approaching, so I say, “If you don’t want the things that shall not be named, then I suggest you get moving.”
She hops out of the car and throws up her hands as the guys catch on to our conversation and move faster.
“Wait, give me five minutes.”
“I don’t think that’s how this works,” I clarify.
She plops her hands on her hips. “I believe it works however I say it works, or I might speak of those sweet little balls that shall not be named.”
“Okay, five minutes it is.” I take out my phone and start a timer, then flash it at her.
“Seriously? A timer?”
“You said five minutes.”
“Okay.” She fast walks, not making a huge effort, but drops her keys when she gets to the top of the steps onto the porch. She’s flustered, and if that wasn’t enough to make my dick hard, the glimpse of her ass when she bends over to pick the keys up sure does.
I glance at the timer ticking away. I don’t know what she needs five minutes for, but this is going to be the longest five minutes of my life.
Fifteen
