Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Luckily, for the rest of this school year, Kate offered to watch Zella between noon when she gets out of pre-K and the end of my school day since they live so close. She dotes on Zella like she does Cal. It’s cute as hell. Next year, Zella will be going to full day kindergarten. I know they’ll both miss that time together.
Cal and Charlotte leave the classroom, but I tug Penny to me before she can walk out the door.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, dropping a kiss to her lips.
“Better than okay. I’m happy they’re finally getting justice.”
“I love you, especially when you’re terrorizing the world in the name of good,” I tease. “I think I’ll have to reward you tonight for your service. With my tongue.”
“Stop talking, Smash, or I’ll demand that reward now.”
Our lips meet for a hot kiss that ends all too quickly. As much as I want to ravish my woman in my classroom like something filthy from a porno, I have a little girl’s birthday party to plan.
“You want to put it there?” Jordy asks, gesturing to our old bonfire spot.
“Do you plan on entertaining delinquents ever again? Campfire Chaos is now Barbeques with Daddy Hutton,” I remind him, smacking his arm. “Stop complaining and help me move this shit.”
“I’m not complaining,” Jordy grunts. “Just saying it’s weird.”
I shrug. “Gotta make room for the new Hoodlums. These kids will be a lot better behaved, though, because instead of getting blowjobs from Hoodlum groupies, they’ll swing and shit.”
“Emilia is never allowed to go to a party. Ever.” Jordy grimaces. “I will follow that girl to school and back if I have to.”
Cal laughs from nearby. “Does Little Hoodlum know you’re a psycho stalker?”
“Does Charlotte know you’re a dumbass?” Jordy throws back.
“Charlotte knows all about my thumb in her ass,” Cal replies.
Jordy shoots me a horrified look.
“He’s kidding,” I mutter, though I know he’s not. I was his roommate for a while. I know exactly what kind of shit he and Charlotte get up to. Poor Jordy looks like his brain can’t compute such a thing. He probably worships Roux and handles her like glass.
I’m glad my girl is made of fire and ice.
Hot and cold.
Strong and unbreakable.
“It’d be easier if Roan and Hollis would show up,” Cal complains. “I swear they get out of all the hard shit.” He tries to mimic Hollis, flailing his hands in the air and softening his voice. “Oh, sorry guys, but we have a baby now. She keeps us busy.”
Jordy shakes his head, laughing. “You’re a dick, Cal.”
“A dick who has to do the heavy lifting because Roan and the rat are avoiding us,” he grumbles.
“Roux already said they’re on their way,” Jordy reminds him. “Your stupid as fuck self doesn’t know this yet, but it does take a minute to gather shit for your baby.”
Cal sulks after that. I know he wants to knock Charlotte up, but she’s an English. Like Hollis and Penny, she has goals. Nothing will stop her until she achieves them. Char wants to be a doctor. As much as Cal would love to have a kid right now, too, I know he’d much rather make his girl happy and let her follow her dreams.
“I’m sure Roan and Hollis will let you babysit the kids one day,” I taunt. “So they can dick each other down and try to make more babies.”
Jordy laughs. “Who’s gonna tell them it’s a physical impossibility?”
“Not me,” Cal utters. “Last time I gave them shit about it, Roan rubbed Hollis’s dick right in front of me and said I had to cut my shit or he’d make me watch.”
We all groan because no one wants to see Hollis and Roan swordfighting. I’m all about loving who you want, but I prefer seeing my girl’s pussy and don’t have any desire to see what it is they get to in the bedroom.
A purple Mustang comes into view, signaling the arrival of our boys. As soon as the car shuts off, Sebban is out of the car and all up in our business, playing with sticks and dirt. It takes Hollis and Roan longer to gather their baby and bags.
“Oh no,” Hollis deadpans. “Did we miss helping with all the hard work? I’m so sad.”
He’s lucky he’s holding Hope because Cal looks ready to deck him.
“Stop standing there looking pretty,” I gripe, a grin on my face. “Drop Hope off with the girls inside and then get your asses out here ready to work!”
“Work your asses!” Sebban yells, thrusting a stick in the air.
Hollis glowers at me, but Roan can barely contain his laugh.
My heart is full. Campfire Chaos has morphed over the years, changing from a boys’ sleepover hangout to party central to now a home where I can raise my daughter. It feels good to keep the memories alive. I can’t wait to make more.