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

took his woman to bed and did all the things he promised to do to her with a slight variation—he ate her until she gave up two orgasms before she sucked his cock.

14

It was late the next morning when it happened.

The ambush.

I was in my office in Evie’s cool-as-all-get-out studio sorting my inbox and deleting junk emails when I heard the sound of women cackling. There were at least three. My guess was Evie, Kennedy Grant, and Macy Hall. McKenna would be at work at Gemini Group, and depending on her schedule, Silver Beil would be piloting a tug. She no longer did the week-on, week-off schedule she’d told me she used to do now that she was a mom. But occasionally, she did have to pull an overnight here and there. Of course, Charleigh could be down there with them, but I would bet she was pulling babysitting duty so Macy could attend this particular gossip session.

Macy was Jonny’s sister-in-law. Even after she’d divorced Doug, the brother-sister relationship between Jonny and Macy didn’t change, and after Doug died it still remained. Actually, from what I’d heard since I wasn’t around when Doug was alive, Jonny and Macy had grown closer since her ex-husband’s death. So I understood why she’d be at my office the day after Jonny and I got back from the beach.

“You know I can hear you down there, right?” I shouted.

“Then come down!” Evie yelled.

I abandoned my emails and pushed back from my desk. A delicious ache in my thighs reminded me of last night’s workout. I would’ve been disappointed in myself for being so out of shape if Jonny was an average man. Not that I had a plethora of experience with men, but in my meager experience there was nothing normal or average about Jonny. He was demanding, sure. He could be rough and talk dirty. He could also be gentle. But what wasn’t normal was his stamina. Not only could he do the deed for a long time, he could also recover in minutes. I didn’t know this as a fact, however, I didn’t think most men could get hard again so quickly. This was not a complaint, it was a happy observation, a warning that I needed to start working out so I could keep up.

“Oh, look, there she is,” Kennedy chirped.

Evie turned from the coffee maker and her eyes narrowed.

“You look like a drowned rat,” she snickered. “Why is your hair up in a ponytail?”

Of course, my best friend would home in on my hair. And I did look terrible but I sure as fuck felt wonderful.

“Because I went to bed with wet hair and I didn’t have time to blow it out this morning.”

“You went to bed with wet hair?”

It was safe to say Evie knew me. I never went to bed without drying my hair first. I had a strict routine. After I got out of Shady Hollow, I vowed to leave that street rat behind. I never went to bed without a shower. I didn’t leave the house without my hair and makeup done. I was always dressed to impress. I brushed and flossed three times a day because there had been times Daddy wouldn’t buy us toothpaste and I would never again in my life not have clean teeth.

“So what brings you three in?”

Incidentally, I was correct. Macy and Kennedy were sitting at the bar while Evie was behind it making coffee.

“Um, I own the joint.” Evie flashed her trademark smile.

The one that had graced the covers of magazines and album jackets. Sometimes it was hard to remember my down-to-earth friend was a megastar. Her voice had made her millions. The songs she wrote even more. Then the glitz and glamor had been tarnished. Relentless paparazzi followed her every move; they’d invaded her life and made her miserable. But that wasn’t why she gave up the spotlight. It wasn’t because her parents had sued her in an effort to steal her money. It wasn’t her stalker, it wasn’t even the grueling demands. No, Vivi Rush retired when she found a man who was worth giving everything up for.

And Chasin was worth it. He’d never seen Genevieve as Vivi Rush. He hadn’t even known she was a singer when they’d met. And after he found out she wasn’t only loaded but she’d continue to grow that wealth, he still just saw her—Evie. I loved she’d found her one. After everything Evie had been through, after years of people using her and pretending to be her friend, after working her ass off to earn every bit of fame, she deserved her Chasin.

“Shouldn’t you be at home with your feet propped up, eating pickles or something?” I asked.

“Pickles are disgusting. Thankfully, this baby only seems to like mac n’ cheese. And pizza of course. Oh, and hot dogs. That’s weird, right? I want to eat hot dogs all the time but Chasin won’t let me. He said he read that hot dogs are full of nitrates and are bad for the baby. But sometimes a girl wants a hot dog, dammit.” Evie scrunched her nose and pulled her mug out from under the single-serving coffee maker. “And so is decaf.”

Evie had officially contracted what she called “mom brain” or some such crazy shit. I had no idea what it was but I think it was safe to assume she’d caught it since she was now rambling about hot dogs.

“It looks like her dry spell ended,” Kennedy snickered.

“I’d say so,” Macy joined in with a smile. “And as you people say, she looks as happy as a pig in shit.”

“Um, no,” Evie cut in. “Rednecks say that. We say, happier than a dead pig in the sunshine or happy as a tick on a hound dog. Though she doesn’t look happy now. She looks like a sourpuss.”

“I’m not a sourpuss,” I protested. “You’ns came up in here—”

“Oh, shit. Her Appalachia is showin’. She’s switched from y’all to you’ns. That’s when