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Celia rolled her eyes and picked up the shirt she’d tossed aside earlier. Bubba enjoyed watching, wishing they could stay here and play. But she wanted clothes and he had to admit, she needed something more than hand me down sweats.
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“I’m still not happy you wouldn’t let me pay for my clothes. They are for me, and I have the money. You don’t need to pay for everything.” Celia sat with her arms folded across her chest, glaring at him from across the cab of his truck.
He pulled into his driveway and parked under the carport, killing the engine before he turned back to her.
“I told you. I’m not ready to tip your daddy off that you’re here. Give me another day or so and you can use your cards again. Like I said before, I want you to save your cash, just in case something happens and you feel like you need to leave. I don’t want you to ever feel trapped. Besides, I want to see you in things I bought you.” He smiled as he thought of her in some of the panties he’d watched her drop in the cart when they’d stopped at Target on the way home. Those panties and nothing more. “Come on. Let me show you around.”
Celia huffed but got out of the truck. Bubba grabbed a couple of the bags from the store from the back seat, climbed out and met her at the front door. He let them inside, stepping back so she could go in first.
“I thought you said it would be hot in here,” Celia said as she stood in the middle of his living room and turned to face him.
Bubba frowned. She was right. It was oddly cool, like the air conditioning had been on all along, but the electric bills hadn’t been high enough for that, not for the last two years. He frowned. He’d message Ruger about it later.
“It is cool. Come on.” He tilted his head toward the hall. “Obviously, this is the living room.” He led her down the hall, “Bathroom’s in here,” he motioned to a door on one side of the short hall. “The spare bedroom is in here.” He stepped through the door on the other side of the hall and set the bags on the bed. “I was going to set you up in here. You’re welcome to this room if you want, or if you want to share mine, you’re welcome to do that too.” With his hands now empty, he did what he’d been wanting to do since they arrived at Target. He swept her into his arms, wrapping them snug around her but being careful not to hurt her ribs or any other part of her then lowered his mouth to cover hers in a soul searing kiss.
ChapterFourteen
Sissy fought the urge to sulk as Cole led her through his house. He showed her where the bathroom was and led her into a spartan bedroom where he dropped her clothes on the bed. Clothes he had refused to let her pay for. She was still pissed about that. He turned and watched her for only a few seconds before he swept her into his arms and the kiss he pressed to her lips burned away the rest of her anger.
She loved what she did to him, and what he did to her. Even pissed she didn’t want to resist a kiss like this one. She stared up at him a moment after he pulled away.
“How about I finish showing you around. You can make yourself at home while I unload the truck, shower, roam around, do whatever you like, then maybe you’ll model your new underwear for me.” He gave her a look that let her know he’d been imagining her in that underwear since she’d added it to the cart.
“We’ll see. Finish showing me around first.” Sissy shook her head and followed him through the house. He’d said he hadn’t been home in quite a while, she’d expected a thick layer of dust, or maybe worse, but the place was clean. “I thought we’d have some chores to do after being empty for a while. How long did you say you were gone again?”
“A long time. A couple years.”
“And this place sat empty the whole time?”
“It did. At least as far as I know.” Cole pulled his phone from the inside pocket of the vest he’d put on this morning before they’d left the clubhouse. She didn’t know where it had come from but from the fit and the way he seemed to expect it to be there, it was obviously his. Even if she hadn’t seen it for the whole trip from Mobile, then again, they’d been in the truck nearly the whole time.
She watched as he sent a message then put the phone back in his pocket. She couldn’t help but wonder who he’d messaged. He’d said there was no woman in his life, but if he’d been gone so long, who had cleaned?
“Do you have a cleaning service come in?” She didn’t think he would, but it had been ten years so who knew what he might do now.
“I used to but didn’t see the point when I didn’t know how long I was going to be gone.” He ended the tour in the kitchen. “The backyard is through there.” He motioned to the door of the kitchen that led to the back of the house. “I suspect it’s a jungle. I’m not ready to even look at it yet. Feel free to make yourself at home. You’re welcome to move in here or stay until you’re ready to move on. Make a list of anything you want or need, and we’ll either go grocery shopping or order them delivered.”
“Are you going to make me your kept woman?” Sissy propped her hands on her hips as she turned to face him.
“What do you mean?” His brow creased, and he shook his head as he waited for her to answer.
“You bought my clothes. You will order or buy food. What do I get to pay for? When do I get to support myself.”
“Christ woman.” He rolled his eyes, stalked over to her, grabbed her hips, and lifted. She started to squeal as he picked her up and set her on top of the kitchen island as if she was a child. “I told you. You can start using your cards in a couple days. I want to make sure we’re settled in, you’re comfortable and we’ve got a bit of a rhythm going before we alert your daddy or that shithead you’ve been seeing where you are.” He took a deep breath, and she wasn’t sure if he was trying to force himself to calm down or waiting for her temper to cool before he spoke again. “Can you live with that?”
She watched his face for several seconds before taking a breath and nodding. “I can. I do miss my phone though. Is there any chance I can get a new one? A real phone not the cheap pre-paid I used to call you.”
“Yes, we can get you a phone.” He pulled the phone from his vest pocket again. “I want the phone on a new number though. Are you on your dad’s plan or your own?”
“Mine.”
“Good. Then we can just get your number changed. What kind of phone do you prefer? Android or iPhone?”
“Android, why?”
“Do you have a preference for brand?”
