Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Fucking horny woman.
I listen for a few seconds but don’t hear anything. “Never mind.” I shake my head and spread her thighs, thankful she fell asleep with no underwear on. Just as I’m spreading her lips and am about to feast on her pussy, I hear someone yell out, “Mom!”
This time Harper hears it too because she whisper-yells, “Oh, shit! My kids are home” as she scrambles off the bed faster than I’ve ever seen anyone move.
Eighteen
Harper
The moment I hear my sweet girl yelling for me, I go into freak-out mode. While Richard has brought other women around our kids since only a few months after our divorce, I’ve never brought a man around them. It’s not that I wouldn’t. I’ve just never found a man worth bringing around my kids.
Landon, though, is worth it. However, my children meeting him while he’s between my thighs is not how I ever imagined it happening. And if my kids are here, that means their father is too… And the last thing I need is his hypocritical, judgmental ass talking shit.
After I’ve quickly thrown on a long pajama shirt and some leggings and grabbed my robe from behind the bathroom door, I hiss to Landon to stay here. Then, closing him inside my room, I head out to the living room where I find a pissed-off looking Richard, a sad-looking Ella, and Hunter, who is glaring daggers at Richard.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, plastering a smile on my face.
“No,” Richard says. “Hunter’s apparently mad at me, but won’t tell me why. I asked him several times, but he just kept saying he wants to go home. I have a surgery scheduled for today and I don’t have time to deal with this.”
Deal with this? This is his damn son… Sure, Hunter can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he’s about to be a teenager.
“Kids, why don’t you run upstairs for a few minutes while your dad and I talk?”
Both children nod and run upstairs without a word.
“It’s your weekend,” I say to Richard once the kids are upstairs and out of hearing distance.
“I just told you I have a surgery scheduled.”
“You were supposed to go away.” I remember very clearly he said his fiancée booked them a romantic weekend away. “So, you shouldn’t have anything booked.”
“When she had to cancel it, I told them to put me back on the schedule.” Of course he did. God forbid he take a weekend off to spend time with his kids.
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. “Either way, you can’t just show up here unannounced.”
“I called and texted,” he says. “You didn’t answer.”
Shit! Where the hell is my phone?
“Regardless…”
“Is that syrup on you?” Richard asks, cutting me off. “Why do you have syrup all over your neck?” His face contorts into a look of confusion. “And your hair looks like a rat’s nest…” Before I can think of an excuse, he steps closer and sniffs me. “And you smell like…” His eyes widen and then dart down the hall. “Do you have someone over?” he accuses.
“What?” I splutter.
“You smell like syrup and sex,” he hisses.
Oh my God! How the fuck does he know that?
“Umm… I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” I lie. “But even if I did, it’s not your damn business,” I hiss, wrapping my robe around me tighter.
“It is my business if the guy you’re fucking is going to be around my kids.”
I bark out a laugh. “Your kids?” I snort. “Well, it’s your weekend, which means, instead of bringing your kids home because you don’t want to deal with your son, you should be handling whatever problems arise at your place.”
“Hunter insisted I bring him home.”
“He’s twelve,” I point out. “He doesn’t get to decide that.”
“Samantha wasn’t comfortable watching the kids with Hunter acting like that, so I agreed to bring him home.” He glances back down the hallway. “It’s not like you were doing anything anyway, right?” He arches a brow, daring me to argue.
Fucker.
“Next time you work it out at your house,” I repeat as he walks out the door.
Once he’s gone, I haul ass back to my room, only to find Landon is gone. The sheets are in the hamper, the tray and plates have been picked up and are on the dresser, and my phone is on the center of my bare bed. Picking my phone up, I swipe up—it doesn’t have a password since Ella is always using it to watch videos—and find several text messages.
A few are from Richard, telling me he’s on his way to bring the kids home. A couple from Bridget asking how the date went and then telling me if she doesn’t hear from me in twenty minutes, she’s calling the police. I glance at the time she sent it and see it’s been fifteen minutes. I send her a quick text back that I’m alive and we have a lot to talk about, but the kids came home early. She responds that we should make it a pool day. Since I’m the one with a pool, I tell her they can come over anytime.