7 - Spirit In The Sky

~Trey’s Point of View~

Bailey was just as hot and bashful as I imagined. She was playful but had the little girl thing on lock, I had to imagine guys at her school must throw themselves at her. It was literally taking all my restraint not to throw all this food on the floor and fuck her raw on the table. I mean every fiber of my being was commanding it and I never felt the urge to claim a female more.

Never even though the word “claim” before, jesus.

I had a corner booth kind of set up in my eat-in kitchen so we sat next to each other. The conversation flowed freely, and I even fed her a bit of ziti. I was super fucking happy she actually ate, the last girl I took home refused to eat my mom’s pasta and it made her cry. This girl didn’t seem to give a shit about carbs.

I told her about growing up in Brooklyn then moving to the west coast. I told her about my boys, my brothers and how we all grew up together. Bunch of troublemakers. I seriously didn’t even play guitar until I met J