Jonny's Redemption (Gemini Group Book 7) by Riley Edwards (audio ebook reader TXT) 📕

“Woman, I don’t know what the hell that means,” Jonny returned.

“It means you’re lyin’.”

Jonny was done.

He didn’t want to have this conversation with the guys which meant he really didn’t want to have it with Bobby.

“Go home, Bobby.”

“No.”

It would’ve been comical the way Bobby crossed her arms over her chest and did her best tough-guy glare if her stubbornness wasn’t something he liked so much.

“Tell me, honey, did you come all this way to try to fix me?”

He was being a dick and he knew it. It was on the tip of his tongue to apologize when Bobby’s arms uncrossed, both her hands hit her hips, and her glare turned into a deep scowl.

“Ain’t no one can fix you but you, Jonathan.”

“Go home.”

“No. I’m not leaving you out here all by yourself.” Bobby had lost some of the twang as her stubbornness set in. “You’re not answering your phone, you’re not returning texts. Everyone’s gettin’ antsy. You should be happy I’m the one that came out and not Nix.”

Good goddamn, the woman was maddening.

“I’m not answering because I don’t want to talk to anyone.”

“Too damn bad,” she returned.

Jonny took a step closer and was assaulted by the smell of peaches and vanilla. From the first time he’d caught the scent, he’d wanted that fruity, fresh perfume on his sheets. He wanted it left behind by Bobby after he left her in his bed hot, sweaty, and satisfied. He wanted it there so the next time he crawled in he’d be surrounded by her.

Bobby needed to leave. She needed to turn her fine ass around and high-tail it far away from him. The control he’d kept on a tight leash was slipping. There was only so much temptation a man could take when the one thing he wanted more than anything kept luring him closer.

“Straight up, Bobby, you’re not safe in this house with me.”

“Please, you’d never hurt me.”

That was a taunt if Jonny ever heard one. A big red flag being waved in front of a bull. Bobby wouldn’t be getting the horns but she’d be getting something just as hard and dangerous.

“You sure about that?” Jonny asked, taking another step closer.

“Positive.”

“Turn around and leave, baby.”

“Or what?”

Bobby’s chin jutted out in defiance, her shoulders snapped back ready for battle, her cheeks flushed pink with frustration.

Her last stand.

Cute.

“Or we wouldn’t make it to the bedroom before I finally fuck you.” Bobby’s eyes widened but other than that she didn’t move. “Last chance, baby, walk away.”

She didn’t turn and run like she should’ve. No, not Bobby. She stood her ground like a temptress issuing a dare.

“Bobby,” Jonny growled in warning.

“All talk,” she muttered and shook her head.

Fuck it.

What the hell are you waiting for, asshole? She’s standing right there, everything you ever wanted. Take her, idiot.

4

I shouldn’t have awakened the beast but I was done with the stupid dance. The game we’d been playing. If it took a bout of rough, hot sex to break through, so be it. It wasn’t like that wasn’t what I wanted. And his threat that we wouldn’t make it to a bed? Hot.

Jonny Spencer could take me anyplace, anytime, and I’d be happy.

I should’ve been happy because the man had finally snapped. He was stalking toward me with a wild glint in his icy eyes. But fear crept in. For all the teasing I’d shoveled Charleigh’s way about her being a born-again-virgin, I was no better. Thankfully, no one had ever questioned my lack of male company or bothered to turn the tables and ask me how long it had been.

It was a little sad and a whole lot pathetic my dry spell beat Charleigh’s eight-year run. Pretty damn sad for a healthy woman in her thirties. But working in the music industry, even a lowly assistant to fabulous Vivi Rush, was a libido killer once I’d learned why men propositioned me.

Which brought me to why I was quaking in my flip-flops. Jonny looked like he was ready to pounce and I didn’t have the first clue what to do with him. Well, I had a clue, I just didn’t have the skills to carry out all the crazy fantasies I conjured up. Alone in my dark bedroom, I could pretend I was good enough for Jonny, talented and sexy. But in the light of day faced with the reality of the beast, I wasn’t so sure.

“You should run,” he warned.

“I’m not gonna run.”

I was nothing if not stubborn.

Jonny didn’t halt his progress when he made it to me. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath when his arms wrapped around me, and his hands landed on my butt before he lifted me off my feet. Running on nothing more than instinct, my legs wrapped around his waist. I locked my ankles, and my flip-flops fell off my feet.

He shoved his face in my neck and inhaled. “Peaches.”

I didn’t tell him it was my lotion. I didn’t need to. I was obsessed with hand lotion; he had to have seen me applying it hundreds of times since I’d met him. But I couldn’t deny the tingle of satisfaction that ghosted up my spine at the reverence in his voice.

Jonny had the screen door open and he walked through without lifting his head. He made a sharp right and the next thing I knew my bare feet were on tile and Jonny was working the button of my shorts. Then they were pooled around my ankles and I heard Jonny’s swift intake of oxygen. I hadn’t adjusted to my new circumstances when Jonny went to his knees in front of me. One hand gripped my ass, the other lifted my shirt, exposing a few inches of skin. The top of his brown hair was all I could see but I didn’t need sight, not when I could feel his lips on my stomach. Feather-light, he brushed them from one hip to the other. Slow, so slow