Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I smile nervously at him. How will she feel about him seeing his teenage student? Will she call the cops on him? I wonder if she’s anything like my mom. Cold and heartless. Snobbish and disgusted at all times.
“Relax,” he murmurs as he squeezes my hand. “Mom will love you.”
He guides me up the rickety steps onto the porch and pushes a key into the lock. We walk inside and my stomach immediately grumbles. I can smell something delicious cooking.
“Mom,” he calls out. “We’re here.”
A willowy woman walks into the living room, pulling a tank of oxygen with her. She seems fragile and her flesh is gray. I stiffen because it reminds me of when my grandma got sick and passed away when I was thirteen. My heart immediately hurts for her.
“My baby boy,” she rasps, holding her arms out.
He releases my hand and envelops her in a warm hug. Tears well in my eyes because it strikes me hard how my own mother and I have never been like that. When they separate, he motions to me.
“This is my girlfriend, River.” The pride in his voice nearly knocks me over. “River, this is my mom, Carla.”
“Ah,” she says with a smile. “You’re a spunky little thing. Glad to see you stopped dating those boring Barbie dolls.” She glances his way and pats his arm.
I step forward and shake her bony hand. “So happy to meet you.”
“How old are you, child?”
I stiffen and shoot Everett a worried glance. He laughs. The fucker laughs. “Eighteen, Mom.”
She smirks, and it reminds me so much of him that I can’t help but smile. “Robbing the cradle. Just like your father.” They both laugh at their inside joke. I’m nervous but she doesn’t seem poised and ready to call my parents or the principal so I force myself to relax.
“You’re not going to tell on us?” I ask softly.
“I think this town has enough drama to worry about,” Carla says. “I saw in the paper there was a big bust at Brown with the guidance counselor. Sheriff’s been too busy catching bad guys than to worry about chasing after a little taboo love story that is perfectly legal.” She winks at me. “I ought to invite him and his wife over one day for supper though. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen them. Do you know Mandy? She’s about your age. I used to babysit her when she was a wee little thing.”
“River’s new here so I don’t think so,” Everett says. “What’s for dinner anyway?”
Carla’s face lights up. “Pulled pork sandwiches. Been cooking in the crockpot all day, sweetheart.”
Home cooked meal. A mother who cares about her child. And someone who isn’t concerned about our unconventional relationship. This is the best date ever.
Carla walks back into the kitchen. But instead of following her, Everett pulls me into his arms and kisses me hard on the lips. His palms roam to my ass and he gives it a squeeze.
“Tonight, we’re staying over in my childhood bedroom,” he murmurs, his wet lips brushing against mine. “And then I’m going to make you squirt all over my sheets, right before I fuck you loud enough for the people three trailers down to hear.”
My neck heats and I gape at him. “But your mom…”
He smirks. “Wouldn’t be the first girlfriend I’ve nailed in my bedroom. She’s immune now.”
I give him a playful shove. “You’re gross.”
“You’re the one who’s going to come in my bed like a dirty girl while my mother sleeps on the other side of the trailer.” He nips at my lip. “Now go enjoy what my mom feeds you. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll feed you something even better later.”
“Everett…”
He laughs and pinches my tit through my shirt. “Your warnings don’t work on me, little girl.”
“You sure it’s okay to stay here?” River asks as she plops down on my old bed. She snorts and points to a Prince poster on the wall. “Oh my God. Sometimes I forget how old you are.”
“So mouthy,” I say as I peel off my shirt. “I know just the thing to do with that pretty mouth.”
Her eyes widen but her gaze falls to my bare chest. I love the way she looks at me. As though I’m her walking, talking fantasy. Well she’s my fantasy too.
“So we’re doing this now? Is she even asleep yet?” Worry flickers in her pale blue eyes.
“We’re doing this now and all through the night. Then, I’m taking you home in the morning and I’m going to do more of ‘this’ to you there.” I unbuckle my belt and slide it through the loops on my jeans. “I’m going to steal every moment I can with you until you graduate.”
She bites her lip. “Then what?”
“Then I’ll steal you.”
“What’s with the belt?”