All the Sauce (IceCats 4)

I push off the wall, and when I turn, Dart is staring at me. “What is wrong with you?”

I shake my head. “I told her I wouldn’t have sex with her until she embraces her body, and I’m worried I might die before that happens.”

He makes a face. “The fuck? Who says that?”

“I do,” I groan, falling into the couch. “I want so badly for her to realize how perfect she is.”

“So, tell her. And if she doesn’t believe it, fuck her until she does. Stop being a fucking weirdo.”

“Thank you for that amazing motivational speech.”

He salutes me. “Anytime. I’m going back to bed.”

Thank God, I mutter in my head as I press my face into the pillow. When my phone sounds, I lift my head to see it’s my mom.

Mom: I enjoy being texted after I go to bed for things I shouldn’t be trying to find when I should be sleeping. Nevertheless, I found them, I bought them, and I picked them up. I’ll bring them when I come to watch a game.

I don’t care that Angie didn’t want me to get her those plants. I wanted to. She may be annoyed, but I know she wants them. I can’t get over how happy they make her, and I can’t wait to give them to her either. I’m beyond ready to see the excitement on her face. To be on the receiving end of that kiss. It’s gonna be killer.

Me: LOL, my bad. But awesome. Thanks. You’re the best mom ever.

Mom: I am, and I hope I get to meet the girl I’m getting these for. Plus, send me money. These were not cheap. But, just in case, I bought myself some too because, obviously, they’re cool.

Me: WTF, Mom? You don’t even like plants.

Mom: But these are a must-have, apparently. Maybe I’ll get into them.

Me: You’re a nut.

She sends me the total, and I send the money right away before writing her back.

Mom: Am I? Or am I smart because this will give us something to talk about if she’s nervous when she first meets me?

I roll my eyes; they’ll get along perfectly. They don’t need something to talk about, but I don’t say that. Also, I’m just like my mom. Some say I get my cockiness from my dad, but my mom is a badass chick.

Me: We’ll see. She’s being a weirdo.

Mom: Hey, the best of us are weird.

She’s got that right. I grin as I lay my phone down and close my eyes before nuzzling my nose into the pillow. I know for a fact that I’m getting in too deep, too quick. That’s usually why I don’t hang with girls; I fuck them and leave them. For one, I’ve never really vibed with anyone the way I have with Angie. And for two, I know myself. I love love. I love the feeling it brings me, and I love spoiling the person I care for. I’m already feeling things for her, and all I want is to further those feelings in the bedroom. I want her, desperately, but I know good and well she can’t love me back until she loves herself.

The problem is, I don’t know how in the hell I’m supposed to keep my hands, tongue, and dick away from Angela Paxton.

But I will.

Chapter Twenty

Angie

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I think back on all those times I’d watch Owen with girl after girl and think how he must be such a horndog and probably addicted to sex. I mean, he was and still is a walking sex god. He just exudes sexiness. I was actually surprised when we started dating that he didn’t push to get in my pants sooner. He had chances. While I know my opinion of him has changed and I now know he is a nice guy, that doesn’t mean I was convinced when we headed back to my place it wasn’t for sex. I even asked my place or his, and it wasn’t to hang. I wanted to do the deed, but instead of getting it on like Donkey Kong—in the dark, like I had planned—we watched Netflix until we fell asleep.

It was completely not what I was expecting, but it was nice. I hadn’t fallen asleep with a guy in a very long time, but when I woke up, I decided that Owen was the best to sleep with. He’s so big and warm that I didn’t need a blanket. He also likes to cuddle and I love to cuddle, so it was nice to be held all night. Also, the first thing he said to me?

Good morning, gorgeous.

Swoon! But that wasn’t even the best part; he took me to get breakfast before school. It was so nice and fun to be with him before I headed off. When it was time for me to go, he only kissed me goodbye. He didn’t convince me to skip school and go to bed or anything along those lines. He only kissed me. That was it. It was all very surprising for me.