Jackie glanced tapped her nails on the table outside as she watched the road, her stomach turning inside out. She trusted the man with her babies, she did, but her kids on a bike scared the crap out of her. And Jackie had been on it with Bobby, knew that he was a damn good driver. But, still, she couldn’t help but wonder if she should have said no when Dylan pleaded with her to ride.
“Mom?” Jackie turned her head to look at her daughter, her brows raised. “It will be okay, you don’t need to worry.” Jackie knew that, she did, she just couldn’t help it. For the last two weeks, things had been good between her and Bobby, and the kids. He had come over a couple of nights for dinner, they had gone over to his house one night to play games and chill. He was making an effort to actually bond with them, and it was sweet.And they both decided that an ice cream treat was another good way to bond. Jackie had Sam with her and Bobby had offered to pick up Dylan. And thatJackie sat down on the bench at the park, her head tipped back to enjoy the sun. It was a wonderful afternoon and she almost didn’t want to go to work tonight. In fact, she wished she had brought the kids to the park rather than come alone to meet him, but Greg had messaged her and asked to talk, just like he said he would at the ice cream place. Against her better judgment, of course, she agreed to do it. She was hoping he was coming to apologize about his behavior with his kids, although she knew that was wishful thinking on her part. Her eyes scanned the clouds, smiling as she picked out random shapes. She remembered when she would do that when the kids were younger and how they always laughed with glee. She shook her head to clear it and turned as she heard the approaching footsteps. Greg walked up to her, smiling slightly. “Hey, Jackie.” He sat down on the picnic table next to her and she lifted a brow. “Hey, Greg.” “Remember when Sam was just a few years old and we would com
Val moaned as she reached her hands down to run through Vinny’s hair, tugging on the strands as he kissed his way over her legs and straight to her center. How the hell she was wet for him again after they had another three rounds the night before was a mystery to her. But she was and his tongue was tasting everything she had to offer. Had someone told her she would be an insatiable lover with her husband, she would have laughed. Not at the thought of having sex, but of being in the need constantly. Or maybe it was just Vinny that did that to her. “Vinny,” she whimpered as she felt his tongue slide into her and her legs feel open even more. She looked down at him as he looked up at her and she saw the devil playing there. “What?” he asked as his tongue moved to her clit. He rolled his tongue around it before he pulled it into his mouth and her hips jerked up. He chuckled as he slipped two fingers into her and curled them upwards. “Oh fucking hell,
Jackie pulled the napkin off the table and put it over her lap as Bobby brought the plates out. He hadn’t cooked much for her, a meal or two here or there, but from that she had caught on was that he was a pretty decent cook. Not that Jackie should be surprised by that. Though she might have babied him some, Cat did raise a strong and confident man, one who knew how to live on his own. “It looks good, Bobby,” Cat said, eyeing the Fettuccine Alfredo. “Thanks, someone gave me a really good recipe and I’m glad I’m finally able to put it to good use,” he told her, tossing a wink at Jackie, which made her duck her head. The movement, however, didn’t go unnoticed by Cat. “You know, Jackie,” Cat started as she took a piece of bread and dunked it in her sauce, “I know my Bobby was a player, I didn’t like it, but what could I say, you know? So it’s really nice to see him settle down with a woman like you. Someone who has her head on
“Jackie, you’ve made bail, you’re free to go.” Jackie nodded at the guard as he opened the jail cell door and let her walk out. “How about we don’t use the bat next time?” he told her and she shrugged. “Hey, officer, I don’t take kindly to having someone grab my ass,” Jackie told him as she walked out, she didn’t add though, that her temper was at the shortest it’s been as well. She swallowed hard as she saw the man who was waiting at the desk, his arms crossed. “You’re a violent woman, Jackie.” “And yet, Greg, you still want to piss me off, even more so now with my temper on such short fuses.” “Yeah, about that, Jackie.” He held up open the car door for her and she raised a brow. The last person she wanted to call was Greg to come help her, but Buzz was working, as was Justin, and she just had no one else she could call. “What about it, Greg?” “Anyone with half a brain can see that you’re not h
Jackie looked around her busy bar and let out a sigh as she kept the cell phone against her ear, her daughter’s anger coming through loudly, even without her voice being raised, yet. “Look, Sam, please…” “Mom!” Jackie frowned as her daughter screamed at her. “Samantha! I know you did not just raise your voice to me.” Jackie let out a breath. “I know you think you are old enough to take care of you and your brother, but you aren’t. You are only 13 and Dylan is 10, I’m sorry, but, please stop giving Mrs. Smith a hard time.” “This is not fair!” &nb
“That’s it…baby…ride me, ride me harder, just like that.” Bobby looked up at the woman who was currently riding his dick like she was in the rodeo, his hands on her hips as he watched her tits bounce around. He met her down at the bar he was working at and those same tits are what caught, and sadly held, his interest. In fact, he couldn’t even recall her name; Jodi, Julie,…hell Jack. It started with a J but that’s all he could remember. Not that he hooked up with women to remember their Goddamn name, he hooked up to fuck and they knew that too. He was not, and hadn’t been, boyfriend material; that was the furthest thing from his mind. “God Bobby, you fucking feel so good, better than my…” She screamed as the door burst open to the room and a leather clad man stood in the doorway, looking like he was going to murder someone.
Bobby kept his stuff in the car as he got out and followed Buzz into the bar, his eyes taking in the cleanliness and the layout. It wasn’t huge but if any establishment needed two bars, he knew it was popular; at least that’s what he always thought when he worked bars. He saw the bar that ran along one whole side of one wall and saw another that was outside, and that’s when he noticed that the bar had stairs that went down to the beach. “Shit, you guys have beach front property here?” “Jackie was adamant when she bought land for a bar; she had to have a beach that went with it. The land is hers, but the law only allows you to go so far with liquor, so that’s why the patio is so big, and there is always a bouncer at the bottom of th
Jackie took Bobby’s hand, her eyes catching his and yeah, she could see why he could have all the women. Those arms, those tattoos, those fuck me eyes and all topped with that ‘come hither’ smile; yeah, could totally see; and she wouldn’t fault the many women who would be throwing themselves at him. She wasn’t a fool either, she knew that could all be lethal; thank goodness she wasn’t some young, sexy thing or she would be falling for every little thing he did. “Sorry, yes, I’m Bobby, but you….you can’t be Jackie.” “I am. Welcome to my bar; my other baby. I’m sorry I was late.” Bobby shook his head, his eyes running over the woman before him and smiled. “No, you