Not Broken: The Happily Ever After(105)

“Have you slept with her?”

“For real? As hard as I worked to get to this point, you think I’d do that?”

“I meant before. Before me. Us.”

“No. She kept insisting she knew me, but I didn’t remember her at first. Remember when G came to town?”

I nodded.

“I played wingman for him, ‘cuz he was after her friend. The three of them did whatever at my old spot. I crashed at Macy’s.”

I recalled the night. Macy’d complained about him showing up the day we’d gone to the zoo.

According to Mitch, Mal had tried to send Sasha on her way, but for some reason, she wouldn’t let it go. I wanted to believe he’d not slept with her, but what woman in her right mind would boldly attempt to go after a man who was clearly out with someone else? That, coupled with the adrenaline spike still coursing through my veins, made me unable to let it go. Even though part of me was screaming to do just that.

“That was months ago. You must have made one hell of an impression on her.”

“What can I say? I’m a memorable guy.” The smile on his face faded when I didn’t. “Come on, are you really going to let some overly forward chick ruin our night? I didn’t even remember her name. She was forgotten the moment I dipped and went to Macy’s place.” He stopped and gave me another smile. “Actually, if you want to go defend my honor, you can. She was extremely pushy that night too, touching all up on me and shit.”

I tried not to laugh, but he looked like a hurt puppy when he said that.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?”

I shook my head and tried to look serious. “No, of course not.”

“Whateva. You don’t really care about me being treated like a piece of meat.”

I moved my arms up so they circled his neck. “I’m sorry.” I stretched up to give him a quick kiss. He was right; I shouldn’t let that woman get to me. Malcolm hadn’t given me any reason to not trust him, so I needed to stop the guilty-until-proven-innocent behavior. “And I do care that she made you feel like a piece of meat. That’s my job.”

His head fell back, and laughed so hard that some of the others around us looked our way. “Does that mean you’re gonna use and abuse me tonight?”

“If you’re lucky. And if you sing.”

“What? Come on now? How is that a condition?”

I said two words. “Lacey, boyshorts.”

“Where do I sign up?”





Chapter 54


Malcolm





Ginger’s fingers fumbled with my zipper. I held her with one arm, attempting to open the car door for her with the other. She successfully got the zipper down and quickly stuck her hand into my pants, taking hold of my cock. I grabbed her wrist and slowly pulled her hand free so I could guide her into her seat.

“I wanna play,” she pouted.

“And you can, just not in a parking lot.”

When I reached across to buckle her seat belt, Ginger grabbed my head. Her fingers pulled at my dreads, and she gave me a hard kiss. After disentangling her, I closed the door, fixed my pants, and then headed around the truck. I should have cut her off sooner, but we were out, having a good time. Besides, she was only drinking wine, something I’d seen her drink before, although normally she drank white and tonight I’d picked red. And it’d only been four glasses. I hoped her reason for drinking was just for being out and not because she was still bothered by that incident with that woman.

I opened the door to the sound of Ginger’s giggling. Sitting in my seat were her panties. I laughed as I picked them up and stuffed them into my shirt pocket. “Let’s get you home.”

She slid her dress up, and opened her legs just a little. My eyes followed the hem of the fabric. It stopped just before revealing her bare crotch. Ginger bit down on the corner of her bottom lip then ran her tongue along the surface. She looked innocent and seductive at the same time. An act that was making it damn hard to resist the urge of pulling her to the backseat and fucking her, hard.

“Whatcha gonna do to me when we get there?” She ran her hands up the inside of her thighs and back down again, opening her legs wider in the process.

Groaning, I reached down to adjust my dick in a futile attempt to relieve the strain against my pants. Leaning over, I pulled her dress down. “Send you to bed so you can sleep it off.”

Once again, her hand found its way to my dick. “But I’m not sleepy. I’m horny.”

I eased out of the parking lot onto Piedmont Avenue. Ginger leaned over, and caught the bottom of my earlobe between her teeth. She continued stroking my hard cock.

“I can tell, baby. I’ll take care of that when we get home. But you have to let me get us there.”

With one finger, she slowly traced the outline of my cock through the fabric of my jeans. “You promise?” she asked between kisses on my neck.

It was a good thing there weren’t many drivers out. Ginger’s lips were on mine, and her tongue slid into my mouth. Keeping my eyes open and on the road above her head took enormous effort. Luckily, the kiss didn’t last long, and she returned to her seat.

I had luck on my side, catching every light between the bar and home. She’d turned sideways, resting her back against the door. She kept opening and closing her legs teasing me, while she ran her foot across my aching cock painstakingly slow.