Changing Lanes (The Lone Stars Book 3) by Katie Graykowski Read Free Book Online Page B

open for her.
    “Really? That’s the best line you can come up with?” She grabbed a towel from her gym bag in the backseat, spread it out on the seat, and eased onto it. She pulled the door closed, put the key in the ignition, and rolled down the window. She hung her head out and looked up at him. “After all we’ve shared tonight, you’re going to end it on that cheesy line?”
    “What? It’s true.” He threw up his hands. “Nightmares are dreams.”
    He shot her a shit–eating grin.
    “That’s better.” She waved and backed out of the parking space. She stopped and yelled out the window. “FYI–I’m going to sit by the phone and wait for your call. I’m kinda busy so can you give me an ETA on that?”
    She laughed in a way that let him know that she really didn’t think he would call.
    “Give it about five minutes.” He blew her a kiss and she drove off.
    He ducked into the driver’s seat and hit the phone button on the console. He found her number and hit call.
    “Hello?” Laney answered the phone with the skeptical voice of someone who doesn’t recognize the number.
    “Just so you know, I’m terrific in bed.” He kept his voice low and sexy.

 
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    Chapter 4
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    “Ricardo, is that you?” Laney laughed.
    “This is Devon. Who’s Ricardo?” His voice cracked so he cleared his throat. “Who’s Ricardo?”
    Of course she knew it was Devon, but messing with him was kind of fun. “He’s my imaginary Latin lover. He’s never actually called me before, but I’m hoping one day. Come to think of it, you don’t have a Latin accent.”
    Nothing but silence from the other end of the phone.
    “I’m messing with you.” She laughed again.
    “Whew. I thought I might have some imaginary competition.” Devon sounded honestly relieved.
    “You couldn’t have mentioned the whole good in bed thing when we were face–to–face?” She smiled to herself.
    “Safer this way.” He said.
    “I’m tired of safety. I want to do something outrageous.” She took a deep breath. The evening already sucked, so she supposed added truth wouldn’t make that much of a difference. “I don’t suppose you’re up for a one–night stand?”
    “What?” He sputtered.
    “I’ve never had one. Are they fun? Or is it awkward in the morning? For that matter, do you stay the whole night or is it customary to leave after sex?” She couldn’t help the information gathering tone. She wanted to know.
    “I guess it depends.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Are we having this conversation?”
    “I hope. How many one–night stands have you had?” Ten, twenty, two–hundred? What was the average amount of one–night stands for the American male? She’d have to Google that when she got home. Being a pro–athlete, she was willing to bet, he was way above average.
    “I don’t feel right talking about his with the woman I’m currently dating.” His voice was higher than normal.
    “Oh stop. You’re a guy. Don’t y’all brag about this to each other? It’s a simple question. How many?” Laney found that she really wanted to know. Would she pale by comparison if indeed they actually did the deed?
    “Usually I’m not one to easily embarrass, but this is making me nervous.”
    “Okay.” For a football player he was certainly prudish. “Have you ever had crazy gorilla sex?”
    Nothing but silence wafted in from the car speakers.
    “Are you still there?” All she wanted was information. Devon was easy to talk to, most men didn’t put up with her questions, but he didn’t seem to mind until now.
    “Yes, I’m here. You understand that I need to check on my mother…”
    “Okay.” What did questioning him about his sex life have to do with checking on his mother? He had hands free talking in his car. “So do you need to go?”
    “No, it’ll take me twenty or so more minutes to get home.”
    “About the gorilla sex? Is it different than regular sex?” Since she’d promised not