Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
His hands held my waist as he pulled out of me. I wanted to protest. When we were joined, nothing else mattered. I didn’t fear loving him, I didn’t fear the future, and I didn’t fear the truth.
It was when the orgasm faded and my body felt cold that those things came back to me. Taunting me. Reminding me that, eventually, this would all change.
twenty-nine
dean
I had known she wouldn’t be in my bed when I opened my eyes. She’d explained that when Cam woke up, she needed to be sleeping in the third bedroom. I disagreed. The boy needed to know the truth about us, but Brielle refused. She’d said it was too soon. I felt like she was trying to say she didn’t trust that this would last. That was the part I had the hardest time with.
That, and I’d woken up hard and wanted to bury myself inside her.
Brielle was waiting on me in the living room when I walked in there. She was dressed and drinking a cup of coffee. I looked around for Cam but didn’t see him.
“Good morning,” she said, standing up as I approached her.
I pulled her to me and pressed a long, hungry kiss on her mouth. She looked flushed when I pulled back.
“Morning,” I said, then took her cup from her hand to set it down.
“I can’t stay. I already sent Cam downstairs to get dressed. I have to go feed him, then send him out to the bus,” she said.
“Then, come back to me,” I added.
She smiled and pressed a hand against my chest. “No. Then, I have to go to work.”
Fuck. Work. I’d forgotten about that. She had to work.
“Call in sick,” I said.
She laughed, then slipped away from me, putting space between us. “I can’t. It’s not summer hours anymore. The campus is full of students, and I am needed.”
“I need you,” I told her.
She sighed and stepped toward the door.
“We can’t … you know … all the time,” she said.
“Fuck?” I asked when she couldn’t say the word.
She blushed again and nodded.
“Oh, baby, but I can. When it’s you, my dick doesn’t seem to need a break.”
She laughed and turned for the door. “I have to go, Dean.”
I hated work. I wanted her here. With me. All the time.
Whoa … I needed to stop and process that. Did I really want that? Was I completely pussy-whipped? Was that what they called it?
I didn’t go to the door when she opened it. I watched her as she stepped out and waved to me.
“I’ll see you later,” she said.
I gave a nod and watched as she closed the door. Standing there, staring at the door, I waited to see how I felt. What this was exactly.
I looked down at my cock, and it was hard. That was a given. Then, I lifted my gaze back to the door, and I felt … I felt … fuck me. I missed her. I missed her smile. I missed the sound of her voice. Dammit to hell, I missed her and not just her body. I missed her.
I let my head fall back as I closed my eyes and cursed again. “Motherfucker.”
I’d gone from telling her that her pussy was mine during sex to wanting to claim all of her. All the time.
How the hell did I get here?
Shit.
I headed for the kitchen windows that overlooked the main road. Then, I stood there and waited. Finally, I saw Cam come running across the parking lot with his backpack on his back just as the school bus rolled to a stop outside. He turned and waved. Brielle had walked down with him. I saw her as she stepped farther out into the parking lot. She called something to him, and he nodded, then climbed onto the bus.
My eyes went back to her. She waited until the bus completely pulled away before turning and walking back to the building.
She was a great mom. Cam was a special kid. He had talent. Real talent. He impressed me, and that had nothing to do with my obsession with his mother. He was fucking gifted on the drums.
Was I ready for this? To be a stand-in dad to a kid? Did I want this?
I wanted her. I wanted her so fucking bad that I was thinking long-term.
Nothing had to be decided today. This was new. It could all get old, or we could get bored. It couldn’t be love. Sure, I loved having my cock buried in her pussy, but that wasn’t being in love. I was thinking too far in advance. We had time to let it all play out.
I turned and headed for the shower. I needed to rub one out and get dressed. There was a Kerrington Country Club board meeting this afternoon, and I had been on the board for the past nine years. I could go visit Rush and see my youngest granddaughter, who wasn’t in school yet. It would get my mind off Brielle.