Let Me In by Leigh Jackson Read Free Book Online Page A

Dammit, now I’m thinking about her hiking up her skirt.   Maybe this game is backfiring on me.  Once again, I’m adjusting my pants.  This time, she catches me doing it and smiles a knowing smile. 
              “Hmmm, how about if I just play some random stuff of my choice now?  It appears that I know what you like, and I aim to please.”  I have to close my eyes as her words sink in.  I groan as I hear the song that she chooses to play next.  Fiona Apple’s “Criminal”.  Kori’s voice is raspy as she sings about being a bad, bad girl.  I look up and catch her eye.  Oh, she definitely knows what she’s doing, and she’s loving the effect she has on me.  She transitions from that song into Kings of Leon’s “Sex on Fire”.  Instead of just the chorus, she sings this entire song to me.  I have to admit that she does a great job on it.  If it wasn’t for the fact that I have the biggest case of blue balls right now, I would be even more blown away by her talent.  As it is, I never knew that listening to this incredibly beautiful girl sing songs about sex would be such a turn on.  I should have seen this coming.  Everything about her turns me on, so it’s only logical that her singing would also.
              Finally, I can’t handle it anymore.  I have to admit defeat.  “Fine!  You win.  Please, for the love of all that is holy, stop singing songs about sex.”
              She blinks her big green eyes at me and says in the most innocent of voices, “What?  I have no idea what you’re talking about, Tuck.  I thought you just wanted to hear me play.”
              I reach across the couch and pull her to me.  “Kori, Kori, Kori.  I bow down in the presence of your greatness.  I think it’s possible that you are even more awesome than bacon.”  She pushes away from my body and smiles at me.
              “Really?  Better than bacon?  Aw, Tucky, you are too sweet.  That’s the most thoughtful thing anybody has ever said to me.  We’ll write the haikus about my awesomeness tomorrow.”
              “Tucky?”  I sputter out.  “What the hell is that?”
              She throws her head back and laughs.  “Everybody needs a nickname.  Yours is Tucky.”
              “No,” I glare at her, “ Tuck is my nickname.  Tucker is my real name.  I already have a nickname, so a new one is not needed.  Problem solved.”
              “Oh, Tucky.  You really don’t want to fight me on this.  You won’t win.” 
              “Fine.  Then I’ll just come up with an equally annoying nickname for you.”
              “You mean you don’t like the nickname I gave you?  Tucky, that really hurts me.”  She places her hand over her heart.  “I feel as if my heart is going to break.  When I gave you that nickname, I gave you a piece of my soul.  If you don’t like your nickname, you’re basically saying that you don’t like me and my soul.”  She sighs dramatically.  “That hurts, Tucky.  That really hurts.”
              I carefully place her guitar on the floor and then quickly grab her hands and hold her down on the couch.  “You’re a smart ass.  But fine, you can call me Tucky.  But only because we’re now best friends.  Nobody else had better call me that, or there will be hell to pay.  Got it?”  I put my best effort into looking extra mean as I glare at her, but she isn’t buying it. 
              “Of course, Tucky.  Nobody else had better call you that.  I would hate to kick some nickname-stealing ass.”
              I laugh at her fire.  “Can you kick ass, Kori?  I bet you can get yourself pretty worked up.”
              “Damn straight I can kick ass, Tuck.  Don’t you ever forget it.  I