There it was. Again. And when he responded with laughing emojis, I simply shrugged and laughed right with him.
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LATE MARCH
Ryan: Why do kings always scream when they cum?
Ryan: Because it’s customary to announce when royalty arrives.
Ryan: Why do cum shots drip into belly buttons?
Ryan: It’s seamen trying to get to the navel base.
The grinon my face was goofy, but how could it not be when I woke up to these god-awful texts from Ryan. It was after six in the morning, so I had a little time to kill before I needed to get my butt into gear.
Me: Really?!?!
I waited a few moments to see if he had his phone on him, but when he didn’t respond after a couple of minutes, I suspected he was training or something. His next game wasn’t until tomorrow, so I supposed he could already be traveling.
Still wearing a grin, I got myself sorted for the day and headed downstairs, greeting Ivy with a kiss on her head and the same to Amber, who was feeding her.
“Morning. Ivy didn’t wake you in the night, did she?”
“Nope.” I put the kettle on to boil and looked at Amber properly. “Rough night?”
“You saying I look like shit?”
I snorted a laugh. “I wouldn’t dare.”
Amber smirked. “Honestly, she wasn’t too bad. Just once, but it took a while to get her to sleep.”
“You have a busy day?” I asked.
“Not really. There’s a module online I need to finish up, but I should manage okay between naps.”
I nodded. “Well, if you can’t, let me know by three, and I should be able to finish up early. Dad’s in town today and can close up for me, so I can head home early and look after her for you.”
Her smile softened. “Thank you. Seriously, I’m sure you’d prefer to be back at your own place by now. I already feel guilty that we’re cramping your lifestyle.”
I snorted. “What lifestyle?”
Amber raised her brows as she lifted Ivy to her shoulder to burp. “Exactly. You’ve been out twice…twice… recently. You’re young and hot. Shouldn’t you be going out and getting some? Hell, I really wish you would, as who the hell knows when the next time I’ll be able to.”
I scrunched my nose. “I really have no desire to hear about anything at all, as inever, about you getting any. And there’s not a chance I’ll be sharing stories with you either.” I shuddered. Amber was virtually my kid sister. While she was a mum, she was still a kid and probably still would be when she was forty.
“So, there are stories to tell?” Her brows waggled up and down. “Seriously, let me live vicariou—”
“Not a chance.”
She huffed out a forlorn sigh. I laughed and went back to making my coffee now the water had boiled.Stories?I thought. Chance would be a fine thing.
Next weekend, I was meeting up with a couple of my new friends at the same bar, and Lenny, one of the guys who worked there, had been a little flirty.Butthere was a “but,” one which pissed me off.
Ryan “pain in the butt” Broadwater was firmly back under my skin. And sending me jokes about cum. I shook my head at myself. Maybe I just needed to get him out of my system. Even with that thought in mind, I opened up Google and started a search on cum jokes.
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EARLY APRIL
