Page 66 of Dirty Pool

“She died loving you. She loved you so much she died for you.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Now, back to you.”

Michel rolled his eyes as he stepped up to the front door of his home, pulling out a set of keys to unlock the front door. “There’s nothing interesting about me, Ma.”

“You’re staying out of trouble?”

“Sure.”

Mostly.

He knew better than to tell his Ma otherwise. Sure, his parents never said much about his choice to dabble in the family business throughout his high school years, but he didn’t know if it would be the same when he was in a whole other state than them, and his father couldn’t control the men around him.

So …

He kept quiet.

Catrina was saying something else, but Michel wasn’t listening. He was more confused by the fact someone opened his door before he could even turn the key in the lock. He laughed at the grinning woman on the other side of the threshold, forgetting all about the fact his mother was still on the phone with him.

“You weren’t supposed to get here until later, Gabbie,” Michel said.

His girl winked. “Are we going to complain, though?”

“Gabbie?”

Michel heard his mother’s voice on the phone. It brought him back down to reality fast. He put one finger up to ask Gabbie for a second after he stepped inside the house, and closed the door behind him. “Sorry, Ma, I just … have a friend here at my place. I will call you back, okay?”

“A friend?”

He sucked air through his teeth, eyeing Gabbie from the side as she waved her fingers over her shoulder before disappearing down the entry hall. Did he mention she wasn’t wearing anything but one of his T-shirts? Because yeah, fuck. She even answered the door like that, goddammit. A peek of her ass flashed him before she turned the corner to head toward his bedroom.

She didn’t have panties on, either.

Yeah, good God.

Because God was so good to him.

Okay, he could see how this was going to end.

Well.

It was going to end very well.

“Michel, a friend?” his mother asked.

Nothing like his ma to remind him why he couldn’t have an erection right at this moment, or a reason to be ashamed of the one that was growing in his jeans. “Yeah, Ma, a friend. One I think you would love. So, I’m going to get back to her, and—”

“Call me later,” Catrina said, a sly smile in her tone. “Because you will call me back about this.”

“I’ll try.”

“Michel—”

“Love you, Ma.”

He hung up the phone quicker than ever before, and dropped all his shit right there in the hallway. He discarded his clothes as he walked through the house, too, and was mostly naked by the time he got to the bedroom to find Gabbie sitting on her knees in the middle of the bed. Her fingers curled into the hem and neckline of his shirt, twisting and pulling the fabric to flash her bare stomach and a sliver of her pussy at him.