Page 6 of His Bunny Baby

“Ever think you were just a good time for her?” I throw my wrench at his head for that one. Fucker catches it with a laugh.

“She was a virgin. There was no fucking around for her.”I’m positive. Yeah, she was shy this morning, but we spent all night fucking and making love. I’m certain she’s sore at this point, but she was all-in during our bedroom Olympics.

“Shit.” My head pops up. “Did you scare her off?”

I’m shaking my head before Jack finishes speaking. “Not a chance.” Not with the way she clung to me before climbing in her car and leaving.

“Did you try actually calling her?” His hands raise at the glare I shoot over at him. “Hey, man, just asking.”

Slamming the hood shut on the Camaro I’ve been working on, I walk away, ignoring the smile our receptionist Juliette shoots my way, and lock myself in my office. After giving the customer a quick call to let him know his ride is ready, I recheck my phone, and fucking finally, bubbles are popping up under her name.

Bunny Baby: Sorry! My sisters have been grilling me since I got home.

Me: Busy tonight?

I already want her again. There’s something erotically addictive about her. I can’t get her off my mind, and everywhere I look, I swear I smell her musky scent.

Bunny Baby: I’m just about to shower then head to work till eight.

Me: Come over after.

I’m not asking. I fucking need this girl in an unhealthy way.

Bunny Baby: I can’t stay the night…

I glare at my phone.

Me: Why not?

Bunny Baby: My first class is at nine.

So, sheisin college. I wonder what she’s majoring in. I’ll have to ask after I finish devouring her before convincing her to stay the night anyway.

Me: I’ll see you tonight.

She doesn’t need to know my plan yet.

Bunny Baby: Miss you.

Fuck. This girl. She gets to me, and I know, I fucking know, I’m going to marry her. We didn’t use protection last night, and I nutted in her tight cunt at least half a dozen times. I don’t plan to stop, either.

Me: Miss you back.

“Looks like she texted you back.” Jack leans against my office door. I throw a pen at him, he ducks, and it lands on the floor in the front office. “Brock’s here for his car. You want to go over it with him, or me?”

“I will.” Shoving my phone in my pocket as I get to my feet, I greet Brock with a handshake before showing him into the garage and explaining that he needed new spark plugs along with his oil change. Ordinarily, I don’t handle such basic repairs—I have an apprentice for that—but Brock has been a longtime friend of mine, and no one else will do when it comes to this car of his.

With that transaction squared away, the rest of the day drags on. I’m tempted to stop in and see Bunny at work but force myself to wait, and decide to make her a charcuterie board for dinner and pick up some ice cream for dessert.

* * *

I figured she’d be here shortly after eight since she doesn’t live far from my place, but when 8:45 rolls around, and she still hasn’t shown, I begin to worry and start obsessively checking my phone in case she calls or texts.

By nine, I’m stationed out on the porch with my second beer in hand and ready to lose my shit when I see the headlights of Bunny’s car coming down my street.

She parks in the driveway and is slow to get out, but when she does, I damn near swallow my tongue. First is those damn Chucks, followed by her tanned and slender legs, all that creamy flesh just waiting to be feasted on. She’s wearing a short blue summer dress covered with little polka dots, and the straps are so thin they might as well not be there at all.

Maintaining my cool as she strides towards me, her hands fidgeting in front of her, I can tell she’s nervous.

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