Sleet Sugar (Sleet, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

“Polly Pocket.” Zach scrunches up his face. “Who’s Pocket?” Good lord, his confused face is adorable. “Uh, Polly Pocket?” Now I sound like I’m asking it. “I take it you didn’t have a sister. Wait,” I hold up a hand. “Don’t answer that, no family. Polly Pocket is a tiny little… thing. With these miniature people. Sometimes animals. And it fits in your hand.” “Yeah, sounds great...” Zach deadpans.

“That little fucking man-boy is not putting his tiny hands on you. Ever. Again.”

Date cancelled my ass. No one would cancel on Zach. I’d bet my secret gummy bear stash he was planning to come alone.

“You went younger last time. I see you’re trying your hand at older tonight. But you’re wrong to keep trying. You don’t need to keep searching for your perfect man.” There’s no hint of teasing in his voice or his eyes. I keep my tone just as serious. “I know.”

“I’m sure you have. But you’re mine now, and I’ll worry as much as I want to.” He kisses me on the nose before swatting my ass. “Now get inside.”

“I’m glad you find my predicament so funny. But I bet if I slid my hand up that little dress of yours, I’d find your pretty pink pussy dripping wet. I bet your panties are soaked and your clit is swollen and ready for me. How long would it take, do you think, once I got my lips wrapped around that bundle of nerves, before you came on my face.”

“Yeah, I know enough about them," he says. “Isabelle didn’t tell me anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I do my research. And all I can say is Fuck Them. We’re your family now. What happens between you and Isabelle is between you and Isabelle. But you’ll always be a part of the Sleet family, son. Nothing will change that.”

“Has this been on the whole time? Did we just have sex to the Backstreet Boys?”