BWWM Interracial Romance 5: Love After Halftime Read Online Free PDF Page A

not?” she asked, as if she’d been insulted.
    He cocked his head as Cara brought a pitcher of beer and huge basket of wings, a house specialty. “Do you… do that often?” he asked when Cara dashed off to fill another order.
    She shrugged. “Not all the time, but… why?”
    “Because it’s gross and you should stop that.”
    “Why?”
    “April,” Joe sighed, “you’re young and you’re beautiful and there are a lot of guys out there who won’t make you have sex with them in bathrooms.”
    “They don’t make me,” she chuckled. “I like to.”
    He held his hands up, greasy from wing sauce, in surrender. “Okay, well… I don’t , so I think after my wings and beer I’ll probably just go home, okay.”
    She shrugged, peering around the bar as if to find a quick replacement. “Do you need a ride or something?” he asked.
    She perked up. “I thought you said you didn’t want to do it with me?”
    He chuckled. “I meant to your dorm room or apartment or parent’s house or whatever.”
    “No,” she sighed. “I live pretty close and, besides, if you’re not panning out, I should probably find someone to get with, you know?”
    “Do you get with someone every night?” he asked, as if it was incomprehensible to him.
    “Sure, don’t you?”
    “Not quite,” he said, realizing that apart from the first chick Brad had hooked him up with, who later robbed him, he hadn’t slept with anyone since divorcing his ex-wife, Tina. “Far from it, in fact.”
    “How do you stand it?”
    “Are you… serious?”
    She nodded, finally reaching for a wing. “There’s lots of stuff to do with people other than have sex with them.”
    “What, like this?” she asked.
    “Is this so bad?”
    She shrugged. “Not bad, but…” She gave him a smoldering glance. Or, Joe supposed, what she thought was a smoldering glance. “It could be a whole lot better if we were having sex.”
    “How do you know?” he teased. “I could really suck at it.”
    “I doubt it,” she said. “Besides, even bad sex is better than no sex.”
    “Not true,” he said, waving Cara down.
    “Something wrong, sir?” she asked playfully.
    “Check please!”
     
     
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    Marlene was crossing the campus to her car when she heard a familiar voice call out her name. She turned, clutching a bag from Wine and Dine in her hand and smiling. “Joe?” she asked as he approached her, ball cap slung low on his forehead. “What are you doing here this time of night?”
    “This time of night?” he asked, taking her bag before hugging her. “It’s barely nine. What are we, our grandparents?”
    She laughed as they lingered on the curb. “No, I suppose you’re right, I just… never see you out in this neck of the woods anymore.”
    “I was… visiting a friend,” he said, shiftily, and she noted right away the blush rising to his cheeks. Add that to the low pulled hat, the generic pullover and hunched shoulders and she chuckled, grinning.
    “You’re down here for some action, aren’t you Joe?”
              “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I mean, yes, but… nothing happened, I mean… can I have a ride?”
    She laughed even harder. “Now I know why you’re out here: sniffing around? Didn’t find anything you liked so now you need a ride home.”
    “I could get a cab,” he offered.
    “Oh no,” she teased. “I’ll drive you home, I just… I’m enjoying watching you suffer for a few more minutes.”
    “Come on,” he whined, tugging at the passenger door of her sensible sedan as she clutched her electronic keychain tightly. “You haven’t been over to my place since the divorce. I’ll order a Brick Oven pizza to sweeten the deal.”
    As if on cue, Marlene felt her stomach growl, glad it was buried beneath her favorite coat so he couldn’t hear. “Eggplant parmesan style?” she asked, waiting until he nodded – feverishly casting glances around campus as if someone might catch