The Slow Burn (Moonlight and Motor Oil #2)(99)
She opened her mouth to say something.
Toby kissed her.
An hour and a half later, the fingers of one hand wrapped around the fingers of both of hers that were holding onto the headboard, his other hand between her legs, her head pressed back into his shoulder, Addie had come about thirty seconds before, greased with lube to the hilt, Toby arched into his woman and filled her hot, tight ass with his cock and his cum.
It went without saying, she was officially his before.
But now the initiation was complete.
And she knew it.
This was why she didn’t let him clean her up after he uncuffed her.
She just snuggled into him after he rolled them back and forth until he got the covers over them and the lamps out.
The Christmas lights were illuminating the room and Dapper Dan could be heard softly snoring when Addie mumbled, “It actually was a merry Christmas.”
He pulled her closer. “Yeah.”
She melted into him but only for a few beats before her body started shaking.
“What?” he asked.
Her body started shaking more.
So he repeated, “Adeline, what?”
She lifted her head and looked at him through the glow of outside lights.
“Face fucking, normal fucking, ass fucking. Christmas Toby and Addie style,” she forced out, then shoved her face in his chest and started giggling.
He sifted his fingers in her hair and smiled at the ceiling.
By noon the next day, her bracelet was ordered.
He paid for expedited shipping.
This meant his woman was wearing it before the new year.
So really it was then the initiation was complete.
She was his.
And he was hers.
Soft Leather and Smooth Whiskey
Toby
HE WAS SURPRISED, after Addie told him about what happened in the parking lot at the Mart, when three days after Christmas he heard Johnny’s quiet whistle.
Toby pulled his head out from under the hood of the car he was working on and looked to his brother, who was staring out their bay at the Gamble Garage in town.
He moved to Johnny’s side and saw their mother strolling toward them, a cautious look on her face.
She was sixty-one.
Watching her approach, if he had to call it, he’d say tops, fifty, but only because she hadn’t dyed her hair.
Whatever life she’d lived, she hadn’t done without moisturizer.
He got close to his brother because, until right then, Johnny hadn’t seen her yet.
“You good, brother?” he asked under his breath.
“Yeah,” Johnny replied.
“Boys,” she lifted both her hands when she was almost to them, “please, hear me out.”
“Tomorrow,” Johnny grunted, and she stopped dead. “The mill. Five thirty.”
Her face brightened.
Right.
He could see it.
He could see Lance Gamble being drowned by that light.
“Is your fiancée going to be there?” she asked Johnny eagerly.
“No, she is not,” Johnny replied definitively.
They’d talked. All four of them. This was the decision they’d made.
Their women weren’t exactly in agreement, but neither were the men.
Margot wanted it.
So it was going to happen.
“Okay, then just you boys. Just my boys,” she said swiftly.
Fuck.
He was gonna hurl.
Neither Johnny nor Toby said anything.
They also didn’t move.
Fortunately, this time she got the hint.
“Right. Five thirty. At the mill. Tomorrow. I’ll see you there,” she said.
“Yeah,” Johnny grunted.
Toby said nothing.
She started backing away and her attention turned to Toby.
“Please tell Adeline thank you and I’m sorry that I—”
“You approach her again, tomorrow’s off,” Toby declared, and she stopped. “You’re not getting this because Addie put in a word for you. You’re gettin’ this only because Margot wants us to listen to you. You don’t get near Addie, Eliza, and you absolutely do not ever approach Margot. You understand that?”
She appeared stunned. “Margot wants—?”
“This is not question and answer time. Tomorrow is question and answer time,” Toby told her. “And that would be us asking the questions and you answering. You get me,” he jerked a thumb at his brother, “and Johnny. That’s all you get. Now, do you understand that?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Tomorrow,” he forced out.
“Okay, Tobias. Tomorrow.” Her eyes moved to Johnny. “Johnathon.”
Johnny said nothing, though he jerked up his chin.
She kept backing away and gave them a small wave before she turned and walked away.
Neither man waved back.
“Gotta call Addie,” Toby muttered, returning to the engine of the car and digging in the back pocket of his coveralls for his phone.
“Gotta call Iz,” Johnny muttered, moving to rest a thigh against the fender.
His woman was at a cash register at the Mart, so he had to leave a message.
Johnny talked longer, but not very long. Izzy was the director of a department at work. She had year-end stuff she needed to do and had taken a few days off before Christmas. So she was busy.