Tempting Janey

“I know you, especially when you get that certain look on your face.”

“I met someone—or, at least, I saw him again.”

“Ah, a him.”

“Come on, Mom, give me a break.”

Janey forced a straight face. “Sorry, I’ll be good.”

“His name is Chad Burnette. And talk about a side of beef…”

“Robin!”

“Well, that’s what he is. He’s to die for, and he paid attention to me.”

“Tell me something about him.”

“I met him at Beverly’s. He’s a friend of her older brother. And he’s our team quarterback.”

“My, my, that is a coup.”

Robin squirmed in her chair. “Oh, my gosh, Mom, you have no idea how many girls would give one of their boobs to date him.”

“I doubt that,” Janey said, trying to hide her dismay at her daughter’s choice of words. Would her own child never cease to amaze her? Or shock her?

“I’m assuming he hasn’t called yet?”

“No.” Robin’s face lost some of its animation. “But I’m praying he will.”

Janey smiled, reached over and squeezed Robin’s hand. “Stop fretting. He’ll call. After all, you’re drop-dead gorgeous. How could he not go for you?”

“You’re just biased.”

“Who, me?”

They both laughed, then went back to eating. After finishing a bite, Robin said, “Look, Mom, Mr. Reed and his squeeze are leaving.”

Janey forced herself not to react, though her gaze did unwittingly drift in that direction. For a split second her eyes and Dillon’s met and held. Dillon’s appraisal of her seemed deliberate, she thought. What was he trying to prove?

Then he nodded, breaking the link. She flushed before turning away.

“I can’t wait to tell Bev I saw Mr. Reed.” Robin made a face. “I hate calling him that. It sounds too funky.”

“Funky or not, start loving it,” Janey snapped, then returned her attention to her meal.

Her mouth slid over his penis.

Keith Mayfield groaned as he grabbed a handful of her dark hair, urging her up and onto her back. Once there, he used his fingers to spread her legs, then shoved his dick hard and high into her.

She gasped, digging her fingers into his buttocks.

While looking down at her, he thrust and kept thrusting until her moans coincided with his. He buried his head in the fullness of her man-made breasts and let go of several deep breaths.

Once their breathing had evened out, he rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

“Have I ever told you you’re the best?”

“Every time we fuck,” Keith responded in an impatient tone.

She chuckled, apparently taking no offense. “And that’s a lot.”

“That it is.”

Keith crooked his elbow then and braced his head on his hand. Sabrina Goodness was already staring at him when he peered down at her.

She was pretty, even though she was a little too much on the chunky side to suit him. He preferred his women thin, like Janey. Why had he thought about her, especially now?

Hell, who was he kidding? She was all he’d thought about since he had found out she’d returned to Hunter, though he hadn’t seen her yet.

“What are you thinking about?” Sabrina asked, running a long red fingernail around his nipple.

“You don’t want to know.”

“Of course I do,” she said, leaning over and tonguing that same nipple.

His response was instant. Dipping her eyes to his erection, she laughed, then surrounded it with her hand.

For several moments their grunts of satisfaction were the only sounds in the room.

Afterward, Keith got up and walked across to the window, where the blinds were open. He stared out into the inky blackness, but he couldn’t see a thing, not even a star.

“I know something’s bothering you, so you might as well get it off your chest.”

He swung around and faced Sabrina. The lamp burning in the corner of the room allowed him to see that her attractive features were marred by a frown.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to move in with me.”

“Why?” she demanded bluntly.

“Robin, for one.”

“She’s grown, Keith. She’ll understand.”

“No, she won’t, nor will her mother.”

“Ah, now we’re getting to the crux of the matter.”

He jammed his jaws together, not liking her sarcastic tone one iota. “What’s that supposed to mean?”