Jonny's Redemption (Gemini Group Book 7) Riley Edwards (ebook reader screen .TXT) 📖

and honest about what he wanted. Too many times he’d seen the devastation in his mother’s eyes. He’d watched helplessly as his brother brought Macy low. And if he was being honest, witnessing Macy’s destruction was worse than watching his mother fade away. His sister-in-law was strong, she stood and fought. She worked herself to the bone to be a great mom, to help Doug, to keep her family together. Macy had not turned to the bottle, she hadn’t turned a blind eye, she fought until she couldn’t then she kicked Doug’s ass out. Anita Spencer didn’t have that in her. She didn’t have what it took to fight for her son.

Bobby had that. Straight to his soul, Jonny knew Bobby would fight and die for the babies she made. Bobby wouldn’t put up with a man treating her like shit. Bobby would kick a man’s ass then boot him out the door.

“You’re right about that, I’d never cheat on you,” Jonny confirmed. “It means a lot that you know that.”

“Wouldn’t be sitting here if I didn’t.”

“I know that, too.”

“So, tomorrow morning are you taking me back to Lucy’s, or what?”

Out of the heavy.

That was Bobby.

Jonny felt his lips curve up into a smile when he returned, “If you want Lucy’s, then you’ll have Lucy’s.”

Bobby returned his smile, then turned to look back at the ocean.

“You’re comin’ to the concert, right?” Bobby asked.

Earlier in the day when they’d walked along the shore, Bobby told him about a benefit concert Genevieve had agreed to perform at in Nashville. Being as Bobby was Evie’s assistant she’d spent some of the day working on her laptop making arrangements. Part of those arrangements had been talking to Nixon about Gemini Group providing security. Of course, this was unnecessary seeing as Chasin, Evie’s fiancé, was part owner of GG and there was no chance Chasin would allow his pregnant woman to go to Nashville alone.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Jonny replied.

“You’re in for a treat. Evie is electric when she’s on stage. And she’ll be doing a duet with Sean Lovette. Those two make magic when they’re together.”

“I wouldn’t mention that to Chasin. Not sure he wants to hear about his woman making magic with another man.”

“You’re probably right. Chasin can be an overprotective beast when it comes to Evie.”

Jonny didn’t agree. Chasin was a man who knew all too well what it felt like to have his woman terrorized and threatened. He was also a man who loved his family; thus there was no such thing as overprotective.

On that thought, a sick feeling invaded. It had been Bobby who’d been kidnapped and beaten by Evie’s stalker—not Evie. It had been Holden who had almost died. Neither of those things was Evie’s fault and the man responsible was dead—Chasin had seen to that—but Jonny still couldn’t swallow the fear.

Jonny needed to call Nixon and go over the security plan. Jameson’s son Noah had been born prematurely. Seeing as the kid was a Grant, therefore strong as an ox, he was doing well. But Jameson wouldn’t leave Kennedy and Noah. Nix would be down a man, and that deficit could mean Bobby wouldn’t have a guard at her side at all times. That was unacceptable. Though if Jonny were there, he could watch Bobby as long as he was given security access.

Yeah, he’d call Nixon tomorrow and make the arrangements. There was no sense talking to Bobby; he knew her too well. She’d blow him off and tell him he was being overprotective. Nix, however, would not.

“Did you have a good day, Jonny?”

Bobby’s soft voice pulled his attention back to the beautiful woman sitting next to him.

“I did.”

“So did I.”

“Come here, baby,” Jonny called and watched her push herself from the chair.

Once she was within reach, he tagged her hand, pulled her into his lap, and his day went from good to great as peace settled around him.

“You got any idea how much I love you, Bobby Layne?”

“No, but I’m sure you’ll show me, Jonny Spencer.”

Damn right, he would.

He’d show her. He’d love her so thoroughly she wouldn’t ever doubt it. So completely she’d feel it until her dying breath.

It wasn’t late but it wasn’t early when Jonny took Bobby to bed. There was no urgency, no rush; it was about the climb. The slow buildup. In the dark, it was about discovery. Touch and taste. The smell of peaches, of vanilla. Hands gliding. Exploring. Tongues tangling.

Beautiful torture.

“Honey,” Bobby breathed.

Jonny shifted, reached between them, and fisted his dick.

“Love you, baby,” he told her as he pushed into her slick, wet, heat.

“Love you back, Jonny.”

Christ, that felt good.

He fed her more of his cock, giving her slow, short thrusts. Drawing it out. Not frenzied and out of control, but he wanted her breathless, begging, overwhelmed. He needed to hear the sounds she made, the gasps, the mews.

He needed everything from her.

So, in the dark, surrounded by her he took it—everything he needed.

10

Man-oh-man, Jonny was pissed. Not just a little—a whole lot. So pissed I was actually happy I was driving back to Cliff City in my own car. The part I wasn’t happy about was our time at the beach was over early. Jonny said he wanted a week alone at the beach, a demand—and I wasn’t dumb enough to think it otherwise. He hadn’t requested seven days, he’d commanded—and that was cut short after three days.

Oh, it had been a great three days. Everything had been perfect even under the pall of his mom’s drunk phone call that first morning. Jonny thought he was hiding it but he’d done a piss-poor job of pretending he wasn’t worried about her. I hadn’t asked when his father’s actual birthday was, which in hindsight was a mistake.

Today was the day, hence why we were driving home. Not because Jonny wanted to go to the cemetery or even acknowledge today was any different than any other day. No, we were driving back because Jonny’s mom had driven to visit