Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Oh, ah, yeah. I have… company,” I said, feeling uncomfortable admitting that to my mom. Why? I had no idea. She knew I’d been a biker since I was practically still a kid. And she damn sure knew about the club parties and women.
This was the woman who, the day Fallon turned like fourteen, condoms just showed up in a bowl in the kids’ bathroom.
She knew I’d been fucking.
It was ridiculous to feel weird about having a woman at my house.
“And you’re cooking for her?” she asked, smiling.
“She hasn’t ever had home-cooked meals before.”
“Oh,” my ma said, pressing a hand to her heart. “You’re a sweet kid, you know that?” she asked, beaming at me. “You know, I almost didn’t recognize you when I was passing,” she said.
“What?” I asked, brows pinching.
“You look different. Brighter, standing taller. I think you were even smiling a little.”
I probably had been.
I’d been thinking that I’d forgotten to grab the bag of sour candy she’d requested. And by ‘requested,’ I mean she’d threatened to make earrings out of my balls if I came back without them.
Lexy, apparently, took her food very seriously.
“I’ve been… working on shit,” I admitted. “Working out, being more social, finding things I’m interested in. It’s all helping. Still debating the meds, but haven’t made a decision yet. Ma!” I said, chin going to my chest when I saw her eyes go all glassy.
“No, I know. I’m embarrassing,” she said, wiping under one of her eyes. “I’m just glad to see you feeling better. Even just a little bit better. No one wants to see their kid being unhappy. Even if they are a big kid,” she added. “So… this company,” she started, blinking away her tears.
“Lexy.”
“Lexy. Pretty. What is she like?”
“Prickly,” I admitted, lips twitching. “A homebody. But really loves her sister and music. Works at the studio.”
“She sounds great, bud,” she said, beaming. “Where’d you… wait…” she said, putting the pieces together. “Was this the woman you were attacked with?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, that certainly sounds like a Henchmen meet-cute to me,” she said, shaking her head. “I won’t keep you from her for any longer. But give your mother a call, okay? I can’t get enough of this,” she said, waving at me as a whole.
Then she patted my cheek before walking away.
I had no doubt that the entire girls club would now know I was… with Lexy.
Because I was, right?
Or, at least, that was what I was working toward.
I could feel it, somewhere in my bones, that something was right with us, that this was end-game shit.
So with that in mind, I went home to make my woman dinner.
But not before I went back and grabbed those damn sour candies…
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lexy
“What do you mean you’re staying with Finn?” Lottie’s voice nearly yelled in my ear. “Like… on his couch?” she asked. I paused for all of two seconds. But that was too much, it seemed. “Oh, my God! You’re in his bed, aren’t you? Holy crap.”
“Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I said, sitting at the wrought iron table in Finn’s backyard, watching a bluejay flit through a bush, picking at some berries, then letting out a loud trill, likely calling its mate to come eat some too.
“Um, you are in a man’s house. Overnight. And you don’t seem like you’re leaving today. That’s not ahead of ourselves. Not for you, anyway.”
“I think we’ve breezed over my attack way too quickly,” I said, not wanting to bring that back up, but also not wanting Lottie to dig her heels into this other thing too much.
Why?
Because, well, I was starting to think it was actually a big deal myself. I knew it seemed too soon for that. But I wasn’t sick of this guy. I wasn’t itching to get back to my own home.
If anything, I was anxious to spend more time here with him.
Watching him cook me dinner.
Talking more about this crazy town we shared, but apparently, lived in different worlds.
And, yeah, I wanted to go to bed with him.
Then do a whole lot more than dry hump him then go down on him.
Even just the memory of bed that morning had my sex aching for more.
“I mean, of course, that is so incredibly fucked up, Lex! But, like, you’re safe now. With Finn. You’re in bed with him! He’s cooking for you. And, on top of all of that, you sound totally calm about all of that. Like, I dunno, you want to be there. That’s a big deal!”
“It’s really annoying when someone in your life knows you too well, you know?” I asked, hearing Finn come into the house.
Not a minute later, he was in the kitchen. I could see him through the window, putting his green reusable bags on the counter, calling out.
I watched as his body tensed as I didn’t answer.