But I wasn’t.
Rita was no little girl like Nana had called her. No, Rita was all woman with curves for days on her little body. The things I could do to that woman would be plentiful. I’d sample every inch of her over and over until she passed out from exhaustion.
She never told me what time to be over for dinner.
Yes, I was going.
I needed to see her again. Tease her until she bent to my control. Then I could be done with her and walk away.
Images of bending Rita over a table or getting her on all fours brought my cock back to life. I didn’t have time for round two with my hand. I wanted to be at Rita’s by five thirty. If Lucia was like my nana, she had to eat before six.
I threw on a worn-out pair of jeans, a black T-shirt, and biker boots. A little gel to keep my hair slicked back and a spritz of my favorite cologne and I was ready to go.
I strutted across the street, noticing the looks shooting my way from the old couple next door to Rita’s. Everyone on this street was old as dirt. Nana Bea had said it would be quiet; she was right about that.
I knocked twice and didn’t hear any activity inside the house. After a minute, I rang the doorbell and waited.
Nothing.
What the fuck? I hadn’t noticed Rita and her granny leaving the house.
I hit the doorbell again as irritation flooded my veins. This woman wouldn’t ignore me.
The door flung open.
Rita glowered with her plump lips puckered. “What are you doing here?” she whispered through clenched teeth.
I took her in, raking my gaze over her tan legs and those damn short-as-fuck shorts. Her nipples were teasing me. Who needed food? Not me. I’d suck on her little buds all night with my cock deep inside her, and it would be all I needed.
“You invited me.”
“I rescinded the offer.”
“No take-backs. That would be rude.”
“Is that Nik, Rita?”
“Yes, Granny.” She sighed. “I guess you can come in.”
I smirked at the disgust in her voice. She so wanted me.
“Don’t sound so excited.”
“Shut it. Let’s just get this over with so you can leave.” When she closed the door and went in front of me, I swatted that pert ass of hers.
She yelped, face instantly red. Her wide, dilated eyes betrayed her. “Dream on, lover boy.”
She definitely wanted me.
“How are you, Nik?” Lucia asked as I appeared in the living room. Rita had stormed off, to the kitchen I assumed.
“Fine, Ms. Rocha. And you?” I leaned over and kissed her cheek just as I used to when I was a little boy. I hadn’t seen her for the last eight years while I served in the navy. I’d joined straight out of high school. Come to think of it, I didn’t recall ever seeing Rita around while I lived with Nana Bea.
“Oh, getting old. Have you seen Bea? How is she this week?”
“I saw her Monday. She’s doing well.”
“That’s good. Rita is taking me to see her tomorrow. I can’t drive anymore.” She twisted her lips. “You look good, Nik. Handsome as ever.”