I looked down at my clothes and pursed my lips. “You don’t think it’s too tight?”
“Oh, there you are,” my mother said, coming up behind us. “Daddy’s waiting outside. I’ll take them. Y’all have a good date night!”
Then she was gone, taking both kids like a whirlwind.
I looked at Hoax, who was looking at my boobs. “Hoax?”
He finally brought his eyes up to mine. “You have anything else you want to try on?”
I nodded. “Another shirt and a pair of pants.”
He grabbed the cart and led me to the dressing rooms. Instead of waiting outside like I’d expected, he followed me in.
It wasn’t until I was all the way inside, and he was slamming me up against the wall, that I realized where this was going.
“Hoax,” I said warningly.
His hands were everywhere all at once, and suddenly the pants I was trying on were no longer needed.
“Hoax,” I tried again.
He continued to ignore me, one hand going to the button of his jeans while the other attacked the zipper.
I swallowed hard, no longer worried about my weight gain.
Instead, I was worried about how the hell I was supposed to stay quiet in a dressing room in the middle of the lady’s section that was dead center in the middle of Target.
Fortunately, as Hoax lifted me up as if I was light as a feather and sat down on the stool, following shortly by me on his cock, he was able to keep me quiet with his mouth.
And I forgot all about my weight, the fact that we were in a public place, and the reservations that we had in an hour’s time.
All I could think about was him. How he felt inside me, and how I was the luckiest girl in the world.
***
“What was that call about?” I asked again, remembering my earlier question once I’d straightened my clothes.
“That was Bayou telling me that Kelley has asked for a meeting with his lawyer,” Hoax grunted. “Apparently, he thinks he’s being mistreated in the pen, and wants a judge to move him.”
My brows rose. “Is he being mistreated?”
I mean, I didn’t give a crap if he was, but it wouldn’t surprise me if Hoax had continued to make his life a living hell.
Hoax blinked innocently. “Would I do that?”
“Yes,” I said with laughter in my voice. “Yes, you would.”
After the car bashing incident, and subsequent ass-kicking, Kelley had been shown the inside of a jail cell and hadn’t come out since. He got eight years in prison for what he’d done, and it was our hope that he wouldn’t come back.
Though, I had a feeling that Kelley wouldn’t be making it out of his jail cell. Not alive, anyway.
Hoax’s hands skimmed up my ass and came to a stop on my lower back. “I love you, Pru.”
I licked my lips and tilted my mouth, offering it to him.
He took the offering and groaned into my mouth.
“I love you, too, Hoax.”
Arm in arm, we walked out of the dressing rooms, and then we went on to enjoy our child-free night.
At least until my dad called us an hour before bed to tell us that his namesake had decided to projectile vomit all over his bed.
After hanging up, I sighed and rolled back into Hoax.
“My mom can handle him,” I told him hopefully.
Hoax was already getting out of bed. “I know she can…but if he’s not feeling well, I want him here. Where I can keep an eye on him.”
And that, in a nutshell, described my biker thoroughly. He loved hard and made no apologies for it. He took care of what was his and went out of his way to make sure that no matter what, they knew he would always be there.
And I loved that about him.
“Drive safe,” I whispered.
He slipped his jeans on and walked toward me, bending over the bed to drop a lazy kiss on my lips. “Always.”
“Oh, there you are,” my mother said, coming up behind us. “Daddy’s waiting outside. I’ll take them. Y’all have a good date night!”
Then she was gone, taking both kids like a whirlwind.
I looked at Hoax, who was looking at my boobs. “Hoax?”
He finally brought his eyes up to mine. “You have anything else you want to try on?”
I nodded. “Another shirt and a pair of pants.”
He grabbed the cart and led me to the dressing rooms. Instead of waiting outside like I’d expected, he followed me in.
It wasn’t until I was all the way inside, and he was slamming me up against the wall, that I realized where this was going.
“Hoax,” I said warningly.
His hands were everywhere all at once, and suddenly the pants I was trying on were no longer needed.
“Hoax,” I tried again.
He continued to ignore me, one hand going to the button of his jeans while the other attacked the zipper.
I swallowed hard, no longer worried about my weight gain.
Instead, I was worried about how the hell I was supposed to stay quiet in a dressing room in the middle of the lady’s section that was dead center in the middle of Target.
Fortunately, as Hoax lifted me up as if I was light as a feather and sat down on the stool, following shortly by me on his cock, he was able to keep me quiet with his mouth.
And I forgot all about my weight, the fact that we were in a public place, and the reservations that we had in an hour’s time.
All I could think about was him. How he felt inside me, and how I was the luckiest girl in the world.
***
“What was that call about?” I asked again, remembering my earlier question once I’d straightened my clothes.
“That was Bayou telling me that Kelley has asked for a meeting with his lawyer,” Hoax grunted. “Apparently, he thinks he’s being mistreated in the pen, and wants a judge to move him.”
My brows rose. “Is he being mistreated?”
I mean, I didn’t give a crap if he was, but it wouldn’t surprise me if Hoax had continued to make his life a living hell.
Hoax blinked innocently. “Would I do that?”
“Yes,” I said with laughter in my voice. “Yes, you would.”
After the car bashing incident, and subsequent ass-kicking, Kelley had been shown the inside of a jail cell and hadn’t come out since. He got eight years in prison for what he’d done, and it was our hope that he wouldn’t come back.
Though, I had a feeling that Kelley wouldn’t be making it out of his jail cell. Not alive, anyway.
Hoax’s hands skimmed up my ass and came to a stop on my lower back. “I love you, Pru.”
I licked my lips and tilted my mouth, offering it to him.
He took the offering and groaned into my mouth.
“I love you, too, Hoax.”
Arm in arm, we walked out of the dressing rooms, and then we went on to enjoy our child-free night.
At least until my dad called us an hour before bed to tell us that his namesake had decided to projectile vomit all over his bed.
After hanging up, I sighed and rolled back into Hoax.
“My mom can handle him,” I told him hopefully.
Hoax was already getting out of bed. “I know she can…but if he’s not feeling well, I want him here. Where I can keep an eye on him.”
And that, in a nutshell, described my biker thoroughly. He loved hard and made no apologies for it. He took care of what was his and went out of his way to make sure that no matter what, they knew he would always be there.
And I loved that about him.
“Drive safe,” I whispered.
He slipped his jeans on and walked toward me, bending over the bed to drop a lazy kiss on my lips. “Always.”
