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

bedroom and drag you out.”

Now I was extra confused. None of that explained why Jonny and Macy had been facing off.

“I think you need to find me a new doctor.” I was talking to Jonny. “Maybe the hit to my head rattled me stupid.”

Something not friendly suffused his features.

Yikes.

“Too soon?”

“Too soon,” he confirmed.

“Okay,” I said slowly. “Then can you explain why everyone’s being so weird and use small words, because I’m totally lost.”

“I love you.”

The fierceness in his tone wrapped around me like a warm, soft blanket on a cold winter’s night. It chased away the chill and heated me up from the inside out.

That was my Jonny.

Fierce.

Protective.

“I—”

My words were cut off when Jonny’s lips touched mine. Then in a room with all of our friends, Jonny laid a hot, wet, deep kiss on me. And I didn’t care one damn bit.

“What has gotten into those two?” I heard Charleigh ask.

“It’s like we’re in an alternate universe,” Silver added.

“Who are these people?” Macy rejoined.

“I don’t know. I thought for sure she’d kick him in the balls. I mean, she’s in sweats.” I didn’t miss the incredulous tone in Evie’s voice. “And she’s naked.”

Unfortunately, that did it. Jonny broke the kiss.

“Please tell your friend any talk of my balls is off-limits.”

“Just your balls?” I returned.

“Brother, I’d be specific if I were you,” Holden spoke up. “Cock, balls, fingers, anything that can be measured should be on your list.”

“Don’t tell him that,” Charleigh chided. “He’s not in the book yet.”

“Woman,” Holden rumbled.

“Jeez, they all get snippy when the ruler comes out.”

The women giggled. The men groaned. And Jonny narrowed his eyes.

“Please tell me Charleigh’s joking.”

I didn’t get a chance to answer before giggles turned into fits and the groans turned into a roar of laughter.

“Thank you,” I murmured.

I was mesmerized—the blue of his eyes danced, a sweet smile played at his lips, all the darkness was gone. No mask. No hiding.

Just me and Jonny in a room full of our friends laughing after a really shitty day. Jonny’s was worse than mine; all I had to do was sit and wait while Jonny and the rest drove all over hell and creation looking for me.

“This is ours,” I told him. “We earned this, Jonny. We deserve it.”

“Yeah, baby, we do.”

“Who’s ordering food? Evie looks hungry.”

And with Macy’s question, the spell was broken but that was okay. I knew with absolute certainty I’d have thousands more quiet moments with Jonny.

“Why are you throwing me under the bus?” Evie grouched.

“Okay, Charleigh looks hungry?”

“I could eat,” Charleigh readily agreed. “Though we should call Mandy to see if she can bring the kids over if we’re all staying.”

Kids.

Gah.

I’d forgotten about the gaggle of children who were not with their parents.

“I’ll call her.”

McKenna pulled her phone out to call her sister.

“Mom and Dad have Rory, Caleb, and Joss,” Macy said. “Is it okay if they come by?”

Jonny’s lids drifted closed and he shook his head.

“If I ever made you feel like your parents aren’t welcome—”

“Stop, Jonny. You never have but this is your home and we’re taking it over. I don’t want to impose.”

“We’re family, there’s no such thing as imposing.”

“Thank fuck. He gets it,” Nixon hollered.

Yeah, he did. Jonny got it.

Family was family.

And he had a big, loud, totally imposing one.

It had been crafted with love and friendship. Trust and honesty.

Later that night after everyone left, Jonny Spencer laid in his bed, Bobby tucked close. Her head was resting on his shoulder, her palm over his heart. And he counted his blessings. There were many; therefore it took all night and into the early morning hours.

The sun was kissing the horizon when his eyes finally closed.

Though they didn’t stay that way for long.

“Bobby.”

Rough with sleep, the growl slipped past his lips as Bobby’s lips wrapped around something else. Her tongue glided down his hard length then back up and she swirled it around the head of his cock.

“Mornin’.”

It was a great morning.

“Climb on, baby.”

“Nuh-uh. I like where I’m at.”

Voice husky.

Tone hungry.

Mouth sexy as fuck-all.

Fuck yeah, it was a great morning.

Jonny wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to count her mouth as a blessing, but it could be argued the way Bobby sucked his cock wasn’t only a blessing but a goddamn miracle.

“Two minutes, then I want you on my face.”

She took more of his cock and groaned. The vibration ricocheted through his balls, up his spine, and he grunted his approval. Two minutes later, she was sitting on his face moaning hers. Three minutes after that with Bobby’s tight, wet pussy was hugging his cock, they proceeded to make a great morning into a phenomenal one.

29

Jonny stood in the front yard of his childhood home, confusion warring with anger and a whole slew of other emotions including, pain, joy, regret, and happiness. The battle was raging when he pulled his phone out and called his uncle.

“Jonathan, son, how are you?”

Jonny gritted his teeth.

“Half the house is demolished.”

“You knew it was happening,” his uncle reminded him.

And he had. Anita had called him. The conversation had been strained and short, but she was sober. She also sounded timid when she told him her plans.

“We discussed this. I thought you were on board.”

Jonny was, or at least he thought he was, but seeing the home he grew up in—even if those years were pain-filled and shitty—was still a hard, bitter pill to swallow.

“I gotta call Ma.”

“Jon—”

“I’m fine, Uncle, I just need to tell her something.”

“Okay then. We’re still on for next week.”

Shit, was their visit to New York already next week?

“Yep. We’ll see you then.”

Jonny hung up and stared as the bucket of the backhoe surgically demolished what was left of the living room.

Then he dialed his mother.

“Jonathan.”

Shy. Timid. Sober.

“Hey, Ma. I just wanted to let you know that…um…”

Let her know what? The house was being demolished? She knew that. Work had started? She likely knew that, too. That all his boyhood memories were literally being loaded into a dumpster?

“You’re there,” she whispered.

“Yeah.”

“I know I’m