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wet, deep, tongue- dipping kiss that will keep you hot and hard for a week. Put one hand on her tit and the other on that sweet ass.”
    Johnny laughed, flipped him the middle finger and felt a response in his pants from the thought of doing exactly as Drew described. Great, now while he ate dinner with Krissy, he could imagine her hot and spicy mouth along with her hot and spicy enchiladas. At least he'd get a taste of one of them.
    He climbed into the cab of his truck, stuffed his hand into the front of his jeans, and adjusted his dick. Once again, Krissy had him hot, hard, and ready. Anywhere but Drew's driveway and he'd be fucking his fist. Fuck, he'd make time to go home, grab a shower, and take the edge off before heading to Krissy's.
    Johnny knocked on Krissy's door a few minutes before six. Noise coming from inside the apartment was a good indication that his enchilada dinner wasn't going well. He opened the door. Krissy held the kitchen broom straight up to toward the ceiling and was aggressively fanning the blaring smoke detector.
    “Dinner smells wonderful.” Actually, a cloud of black smoke drifted close to the ceiling. The pungent smell burned his nostrils.
    Krissy laughed and started to beat the bristles of the broom against the smoke detector. With a final whack, the white plastic cover snapped free and ricocheted off the wall. Without the screaming siren, the room fell eerily silent. Then Krissy burst into laughter.
    “Hi, honey. Hope you're hungry. Dinner's ready.”
    Johnny followed her into the kitchen. The oven door was open. In the sink, a blackened cheesy mess oozed out of pan. “How about a tuna fish sandwich and chips instead?”
    Johnny stared at the burnt mess in the sink. The smoke was beginning to burn his eyes. “Open a couple of windows. We'll go to Stu's and meet up with the gang while the house airs out.”
    “Give me ten minutes to change.”
    Krissy emerged from the bedroom, wearing a white, gauzy, pirate- style blouse and form fitting pair of jeans. The denim hugged her ass and rode low on her hips. When she bent over for her purse, the gecko tattoo on her lower back played peek- a- boo with him.
    Johnny groaned and turned away. “Ready?”
    She nodded, and they left the house, taking Johnny's truck to the bar and grill.
    In the parking lot, a group of guys Johnny knew from school waved to him. Johnny started in their direction.
    Krissy put her hand on his arm. “I'll meet you inside.” She strode to the doors, greeted the bouncer and immediately spotted Shelby. She held a table big enough for the six- pack. Krissy smiled as she walked over. About the time she sat down, she recognized the voice belting out from the karaoke stage. Ryan held the microphone like a Las Vegas crooner. Shelby and Krissy laughed as he hit a high note along with Celine Dion .
    “How long have you two been here? And how many beers has that boy had?”
    “Too long and too many.” Shelby shook her head as Ryan sang that his heart would go on. “Oh, god, someone stop him.” Shelby leaned forward, dropping her forehead to the table with a thump.
    “Here comes Drew. Don't look now. He's joining Ryan on stage.” Drew, still wearing his dark sunglasses, wrapped an arm around Ryan's shoulder. The result, discordant harmony.
    “I didn't think it possible,” Krissy said, laughing. “The duo is worse.”
    “Where's Johnny?” Casey asked, coming up behind her.
    “Outside speaking with friends. Where were you?”
    “Playing pool.” Casey covered her mouth, stifling a laugh and pointed to the small stage rimmed with rope lights and with a mini disco ball hanging in the corner. “Oh, Shelby, you love him.”
    Shelby's shoulders shook because she laughed into her folded arms on the table.
    “Krissy, I haven't seen you in a while.” She turned at the familiar voice behind her.
    “Trent.” Where in the hell is Johnny ? A frisson of unease snaked along her spine and gooseflesh pebbled her arms. She'd deleted