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She smiles as her eyes slide back to the ring. “I’ll train them well before I bring them home.”
“No problem then.” I squeeze her hand. “What else?”
She twists her luscious lips. “I like to get my way, but I’ll compromise for you.”
Oh yeah. That reminds me. “One last thing. You’re gonna get out of the habit of flirting with guys and deliberately using your tits and ass to make a point.”
I finally have her full attention. “That’s how I negotiate,” she exclaims. “Or get out of trouble.”
I narrow my eyes as I jerk her body tight against mine. “Not anymore. You need to negotiate, I’ll get you a gun. You need to get out of trouble, you call me. I catch you doin’ anything other than politely talkin’ to other men, I will fucking put you over my knee and spank the living hell out of you.”
Her eyes light up as she kisses me hard. “That’s not exactly a deterrent, you know.”
Fuck me.
In one fluid movement, I shove her down on her back on the couch, yank her dress up to her tits, and tear her panties off. “Spanking will come later. I want dessert now.”
Then I fucking feast on her.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
Evanee
For some reason I’m nervous. I’ve met parents before, but Trigger is so damn cool, I figure his dad must be just as awesome.
We’ve been living together one whole day and neither Trigger nor I want to wait to set a wedding date. Parental approval doesn’t matter to us, but it would be nice to have them on board. I’d really like my dad to walk me down the aisle.
In the driveway, Trigger stops me. “Gotta let you know that mom topped herself when I was fifteen.”
That stops me cold. “I think we’ll need to talk about your timing. That information might have been helpful before we got here.”
He swats me on the ass. “So far my timing’s been perfect.”
I sigh. I love the man so much I’m willing to break the habit of using my sexuality to get what I want, and though I promised him I wouldn’t change him, I might have to have him work on his live-in-the-moment approach to life.
His father is standing on the porch, an older version of the sexy man beside me. He’s greying and balding, has a paunch, and isn’t as tall as Trigger, but the resemblance is in his broad smile and the way he tucks his fingers into the pockets of his new jeans.
“Dad, this is Evanee, the girl I’m gonna marry,” Trigger announces like I’m a brand-new Low Rider Harley. “Evanee, this is my old man, Robert Horne.”
Mr. Horne offers me his hand. “Call me Bob. Nice to meet you.” He looks past me and gives Trigger a quick wink.
“Hello Bob,” I say as I shake his hand. “You can call me Evanee.”
“Looks like my boy took my advice. You clean up pretty good, Casper.”
I look over the shoulder at my sexy man. “He sure does.”
Bob steps back with a wave of his hand. “I got you a new chair to sit in when you’re over.”
A lovely red high back lawn chair sits next to a significantly older faded blue webbed model with rust on its steel frame.
“Hey,” Trigger says as he walks me to my new chair. “I want a new one too.”
“Get your own,” Bob says as he sits in his recliner. He grins at me. “You’re every bit as beautiful as Trigger said.”
I took extra time getting dressed this morning. My hair’s tied back with a Prada metal hair clip to show off my Swarovski cushion-cut drop earrings and I’m wearing Paul Andrew shiny black platform espadrilles that match my scarlet sleeveless halter neck jumpsuit.
I sit and cross my legs, start to arch my back then stop when Trigger glares. “Thank you for the lawn chair,” I say to Bob. The jumpsuit clashes horribly with it, but it’s too late to go home and change.
