Page 59 of Her Filthy Grump

“Yes, I’m sure.” I step to the threshold.

“You’re right there.” She grabs the phone and holds it out to me.

“No.” I shake my head. I need to prove to her that I’m an open book and to myself that I trust her. “Answer it.”

“Fine.” She sits cross-legged on the bed. Her heavy breasts bob with her movements, causing my cock to jump. Down boy. Take a few hours to recover. I grab my shaft, adjust it, and fasten the button of my jeans.

“Hello?” Her face scrunches as she listens to the caller. “Okay.” Finally, she glances up and covers the phone. “It’s a Rich calling about a game this weekend in San Francisco. Are you going?”

“Yeah. We’re going.” I suddenly can’t wait to see the guys again and introduce them to Layla. They’ll love her.

Her mouth drops. “We’re going?” She points between the two of us. “To a football game and meet your friends. A professional football game with hot guys.” She gives me a saucy grin.

“Leave out the hot men part. You’ve got enough to handle from me.” I stomp across the floor and snatch the phone out of her hand.

“You do have plenty to handle.” She sits on her knees and rubs my erection through the denim.

“Stop. You’ve done enough damage.”

“Damage?” Her eyes fill with concern.

I lean down, kiss her lips, and then whisper, “You left a hickey on my dick.”

She flushes and leans back. “Oops.”

“Hey, Rich.” I brace the phone between my shoulder and ear.

“Hey, buddy. It sounds like I caught you at a bad time.” He chuckles as I study her. She’s gorgeous. I can’t believe I almost pushed her away and missed the opportunity to be with her like this. I was a fool.

“Nah, It’s a great time.” I can’t believe I’m saying it, but it is. I’ve never felt better.

“It’s good to hear you happy. I’m assuming the woman who answered is someone special.”

“Definitely.”

“Fantastic. I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Oh, she’ll be coming.”

“Asshole.” She bats at my chest and rolls off the bed. “I’m getting dressed.”

“Nice ass.”Lord, have mercy.

She wiggles it harder as she walks away. I bite my bottom lip and groan.

“Dude, I’ll let you be. I’ll text you the times and locations. Can’t wait to catch up with you.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Layla

Chloe waves her hand dismissively. “Kameron’s ridiculous. I never held the bet against him.” Her face scrunches. “It was all Tabitha’s doing.”

“She’s a total bitch.” Jenna shakes her head, causing her dark hair to flow around her shoulders. “And you’re so sweet.”

“I’m not that sweet.” My face heats. All the dirty and delicious things we’ve done over the last week do not put me in the sweet and innocent category.

To my left, Kameron is talking to Rich. They seem to be getting along and letting the past stay where it belongs–in the past.