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

business, but she’s got what it takes to make a go of this. She’s got a chance at something great, and you, kid, are holding her back. Stating it plain, if I didn’t believe in Evie, I’d walk out and forget Penny Cash’s name.”

Okay, so it was a good thing I hadn’t been able to get in there before Sean. His verbal smackdown was so much better than anything I could’ve initiated.

“Harsh,” Jonny whispered.

“All true,” I returned then asked, “Are you hungry or do you want to go to my office and make out before you eat?”

“Do you need to stay and referee?”

“Nope. Sean has it covered and what he doesn’t Evie will handle. And since Chasin’s here there’s nothing for me to do. I don’t get involved with the artists.”

“Office then,” Jonny answered and my belly fluttered.

I was hoping he’d say that. I hadn’t seen him since he rolled out of bed before dawn. It was a Saturday, and seeing as I’d already had everything planned out for Penny and Sean’s arrival to the smallest detail I didn’t need to get up before the sun. Jonny on the other hand had to work. I knew he was investigating the disappearance of a man named Anderson Bull but he hadn’t shared specifically what he was up to.

Make-out session then update on his case then lunch. After that, I’d move on and triple-check that tonight’s pig roast and jam session were all set and ready.

“Lead the way, handsome.”

Jonny led the way. Then we made out and by the time we got downstairs, Penny and Tony had gone back to my place. Twenty minutes later, Tony drove away in the rental. I wouldn’t tell Penny because she was likely heartbroken but she’d made the right decision. Tony would only hold her back.

21

“Jesus, baby,” Jonny groaned.

“So. Good.”

Bobby used her locked ankles at the small of Jonny’s back as leverage and lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. Her mouth was working at his neck, her nails were digging in his shoulders, and her pussy was clamping around his driving cock.

All of it phenomenal. So outstanding Jonny was getting ready to blow. He shifted and glided his hand between them, went lower until he felt their connection, and coated his fingers with her excitement. Then he dragged his wet fingers up and went at her clit—hard and fast, catching her up to where he was at—which was to say his cock was already leaking.

“Jonny,” Bobby gasped and her pussy convulsed, stripping away the last of his control.

His mind blanked as sensation took over. His cock, her pussy greedily demanding his come, the sounds they made, the smell of peaches and vanilla, the feel of his heart pounding, the bright flashes of light behind his eyelids. He felt Bobby everywhere. Felt her on a cellular level. She was embedded in his soul, written on his heart, she flowed through his veins, and blanketed his skin. She was his peace, his calm, his quiet, just plain his.

When the last of his orgasm drifted away his eyes opened and immediately he found Bobby studying him.

“That was hot,” she whispered.

It was always hot when Bobby was under him. But he didn’t say that. Instead, his gaze remained focused on her pretty face, marveling in the miracle that was his woman. So tough, so sweet, so funny, so damn smart.

There was a loud bang on the front door—not a knock; someone was pounding. Jonny’s eyes went to the clock and his body tensed. It was a Monday morning and had not hit seven a.m. yet. Not good. But really not fucking good when he hadn’t even pulled out of his woman. So Jonny did that, then rolled out of bed and tagged a pair of jeans off the floor.

He pulled them on commando and did it while bossing Bobby.

“Up, baby. Get your clothes and take them into the bathroom. Lock the door and don’t come out until I say.”

Bobby quickly did as he instructed and through that, the banging had stopped only to recommence—this time louder. On Jonny’s way out of the bedroom, he grabbed his gun off his nightstand, on his way through the living room he racked the slide, loading one in the chamber. What he didn’t do was check his patience. None of the guys would show up at his house before work and pound on his door like the world had come to an end. They’d call. And Jonny didn’t think someone coming around to sell Girl Scout cookies would do so first thing in the morning and have such a heavy hand. Therefore whoever was on the other side of his front door was gonna piss him off.

He knew this, yet he was still unprepared for how supremely pissed he was going to be when he swung open the door and found Dick Dillinger standing there.

“What the fuck?” Jonny seethed. “Step off my porch.”

“Stay out of my business,” Dick returned.

Jonny supposed Dick’s tone was meant to be intimidating, maybe even serve to scare him. It did neither. What it did do was piss Jonny way the fuck off.

“Not gonna tell you again, get the fuck off my porch, get in your truck, and get off my property.”

“Or what, Jonny? You gonna shoot me for knocking on your door?”

“No, I’m gonna shoot you because you’re a piece of shit. Because I’d bet you’re carrying even though you don’t have a permit, and right now I’m feeling threatened. Actually, I’m in fear of my life, you’re trespassing, not doing as I’ve asked which is to vacate the premises so I’m taking that as a threat, too. So I’m well within my rights as the homeowner to protect myself, my property, and my home.”

“Right. We both know you’re not gonna shoot me and I’ll leave as soon as you tell me you’re gonna stay out of my business.”

“Why would I do that, Dick?”

“Anderson left his wife and doesn’t want to be found. And that’s where you’re