OMG!! Robby's son Xavier was so damn adorable 😘😘 that child was so darn funny! Hell this whole damn book and the whole series is freaking hilarious
“Ow!”
“Shit. You okay?”
“I’m good, just hit my head on the soap dispenser. Don’t stop.”
The stranger chuckles. “Didn’t plan on it, Monty.”
I giggle when he says my name, partially because I’m a little tipsy, and partially because it reminds me of when he first said it.
“Hey, I’m Monty.”
“Hi Monty. Wanna see my python?”
He uttered the words with a cocky grin, and I was a goner.
“I’m going to say something very forward, and you’ll have to excuse me for this—it’s the alcohol talking.”
She sipped from the straw sticking out of the bright blue concoction she was drinking and didn’t wait for me to respond.
“You have the most kissable lips I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and I want to kiss them.”
I grabbed her hand and led her back to the women’s bathroom, knowing the men’s was a disaster, and lifted her onto the countertop.
“You wanna kiss me?” She nodded. “Then kiss me, Monty.”
Holy fuck did she kiss me.
My seven-year-old son bursts through my door and I quickly throw a pillow over my junk.
“Dude, what’d I tell you about knocking?”
His shoulders slump. “Oh crudders. I forgot.”
He backs out of the room and shuts the door. It’s not even three seconds later when I hear his knuckles rapping against the door.
“Who is it?” I say, playing his smartass game right back.
“Xavie. Your son. I’m hungry.”
“Come in.”
“Oh, you want to eat?” He nods. “No one ever said I had to feed you.”.”
He furrows his brows. “Toys, love, and food—those are things dads give their kids.”
I chuckle. “Is that so?”
“Yep. Momma said so.”
“Did she throw the toys in there or did you?”
He grins and shrugs before scurrying off my bed. “She did. Now come on—I’m not getting any younger.”
Xavie runs out of the room, his curly hair bouncing the entire way.
I pull myself up and hit the bathroom. I kick away the toys lining the tile, reminding myself to have Xavie clean his mess before he has to go to his mom’s later tonight.
“Are you coming?”
I give my dick a good shake and wash my hands while trying not to let out a weary sigh.
If anyone in the history of ever said kids aren’t exhausting, they’re a damn liar.
Xavie is the most exhausting thing to ever happen to me. He’s needy, he’s pushy, and he can be so annoying.
But he’s mine, and I’d die for the kid.
“Hold your horses,” I tell him as I dry my hands.
“I can’t. They’re out of control!”
He takes a bite of his waffles and chews before saying, “This girl then—what about her?”
“We sort of…hooked up.”
He mumbles something, but I can’t make it out through the food jammed in his mouth.
“In the bathroom at Lola’s.”
He sputters, choking on his breakfast. Loud coughs fill the room and I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, sliding it his way.
He nods and cracks it open, taking a drink.
“Is Uncle Zach dying?” Xavie calls out from the living room.
“We hope so! I think I’m in his will.”
“Yay, money!”
Laughter bursts out of Zach and water covers the counter.
“What in the hell are you teaching your child?”
Zach squints. “What does ‘shit happened’ mean exactly?”
“It means…” I can still remember the way her legs quivered around my waist as she came, the way she squeezed her eyes shut—all of it. Can’t get it out of my head. “It means we, you know, fooled around.”
He peers over his shoulder, eyes darting to the living room to make sure Xavie isn’t within earshot. When he turns back to me, he mimics a blow job.
I crack up laughing and shake my head no.
Then he sticks his tongue out, moving it around in a chaotic fashion. It’s disgusting and hilarious all at once.
“If that’s your version of what I think it is, I feel bad for Delia.”
“Who you texting, Dad?”
“Business.”
“Business?”
“Yeah, none of yours.”
He props his hands on his hips and scrunches his face up. “That’s not nice.”
“Fine. It’s Santa Claus. Homeboy just told me if you don’t go brush your teeth and get dressed, you’ll be missing a present under the Christmas tree.”
He lifts a brow. “Santa’s old. He’ll forget by Christmas time. It’s July, Dad.”
“Pardon me.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I apologize quickly.
It’s official—I’ve lost it. Robbie is so stuck in my mind that I was just seconds away from running over an elderly woman.
“It’s no problem, sweets. You look like you’ve got your head in the clouds. Thinking about a man?”
My face heats up and she chuckles when she sees the blush.
She’s a little old lady, no more than five foot two, decked out in a bright pink suit and no shoes.ummer.
“Aha!” She snaps her fingers together. “I caught ya!”
“How’d you know?”
“You had that whimsical look about you and almost plowed over an eighty-three-year-old woman. A man has to be on your mind for that to happen.” She waves her hand. “When you’re my age, you can spot young love from across the room.”
“Love?” I balk. “No, it’s definitely not love. I hardly know the guy.”
“Oh.” Her eyes light up. “You’re thinking about having sex with him then.” She nods like she understands completely. “I see. Well, that makes even more sense.”
I choke on air and she’s beating on my back with all her might within seconds. She sure does pack a punch for an octogenarian.
“I was not expecting that.”
“Come on, now. What’s a little sex talk between gals, huh? No harm in wanting some lovin’.”
I blink twice. I cannot believe this is happening.
“I suppose that’s true.”
“So, what’s this hunk look like?”
“He’s, uh, he’s tall and tan.” She nods, hanging on to my every word. “Very muscled.” Another nod. “Tattoos.”
She fans herself. “Oh, my. I do love tattoos. It’s not something us old folks grew up with, but it’s one new trend this lady can appreciate.”
“It was never something I was much into either until…”
“I hear you, sweetie.” She grabs my hand in hers. “Well, he sounds like a catch, and if he has you all wrapped inside your head like that, you hold on to him.”
“There’s nothing to hold on to. We’re just friends.”
She winks. “With benefits, though.”
when I round the corner to go to the next aisle.
“You said tall, tan, muscled, and full of tattoos, right? Didn’t even bother mentioning my sexy grin and charm?” He tsks. “I’m disappointed, Monty.”
I’m struck silent.
There’s no way he’s standing in front of me right now. It’s impossible. I have to be hallucinating.
“Cat got your tongue?”
“God, Monty, I wanna touch you again, so bad.”
I want you to touch me too.
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since we met. You don’t know how many times I’ve stopped myself from asking for your address, from calling you just so I could hear that rasp of yours again.”
“My voice isn’t raspy.”
His lips collide with my ear as he whispers, “It is when I’m making you come.”
I nearly drop to my knees, not expecting those words.
His grip tightens around me, and the hard length of him presses into me from behind
Python: He still bugging you?
Python: DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT
I gasp so loudly three patrons at the bar look my way.
I don’t care, not even a little bit.
My face is on fire as I stare down at the screen.
Me: ROBERT CROSS. WHAT IN THE…
Me: I think I may faint.
Me: THAT IS YOUR WIENER!
Python: I know. You’re welcome. Show him his competition.
Me: I am not showing anyone that!
Miss Andrews, can I have another donut?”
“Call her Monty, dude. How many times have we told you?”
Xavier smiles sheepishly from his perch at the counter. “Sorry. Monty, can I have another donut?”
“May you,” I correct him.
“Yes, I may.” He grabs the last donut sitting inside the box and takes a huge bite of it. He pats his stomach. “Hits the spot.” Once you’re done with your donut, can you go grab Thumbelina?”
Xavier sits up, mouth twisted in confusion. “What for? It’s not time for her to be out yet.”
Robbie lifts a brow at his kid. “First, because I said so. Second, because I said so. And third, in case you were wondering if there was one, be—”
“Because you said so,” his son interrupts. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.”