Stroked Long (Stroked, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

It’s just so . . . sparkly. Everyone needs a little sparkle in their life. For me, I apparently need it in my face every day.

She guides me to the side, out of the way of all the energetic children. Energetic is the politically correct way to describe them. Demon children is not.

“Not at all. I’m flexible.” I stick my leg out and start stretching my hip flexors, showing him just how flexible I am . . . in a massively dorky way.

Im crying i love Ruby

I might be a freak, but she’s fucking weird too.

She wears nothing under this smock? Fucking hell, the thought of her naked in this smock has my dick hardening. Where the fuck did that come from? Well, I know where it came from, but fuck! I can’t get hard around Ruby.

I steer clear of talking about my mom. I don’t want to rub my good fortune in his face. I’m not quite sure how he feels talking about other people’s parents, and since he’s texting me for the first time, I don’t want my first text back to him to be about someone he lost too early in his life.

Could she really think I don’t wash my clothes? Was she teasing me again? Shit, I wish I understood more.

Wink? I fucking winked? Who the hell is this winking person? Whoever he is, he’s charming the fuck out of Ruby, who can’t seem to stop smiling.

“In my defense, I was riding the crimson tide.” “Ugh, gross. Ruby, don’t say that. You’re not an eighty-year-old woman. Just say you were bleeding out of your vagina.”

If it were me who was famous, I would wear a sign that would say, I don’t mind, come hump my leg. That way no one would ever feel nervous to approach me.

She was right. I am a smart-ass when I text. But, only with her. Only with my Rubes. Weird.

Ruby: Yeah, half man, half horse. How do you even compete? You can get donkey kicked to death or punctured by a horse man’s bow and arrow.

My Rubes knows exactly what she wants.

Squeezing his hand, I try to reinforce his character so he gets it through his head. “You’re a good man, Bodi. Don’t downplay your character because you’ve forgotten who you are.”

Ok this made me tear up

“That’s my girl.”

I stick the rest of my cone in my mouth and wipe my hands on my pants. Eh, my mom taught me better but she’s not here.

“She just doesn’t know what she wants yet. She doesn’t know that one day I’ll fucking marry her.”

Already loving Hollis