Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Yes, that will be absolutely fine.”
Josh spoke over my shoulder. “Thanks for calling, Maxine.”
After I hung up, I stared into the living room in a daze.
Scottie sat there, mellow and red-faced, oblivious to this major turning point in his life.
“Holy shit,” Josh muttered.
I held on to my stomach as if I were ready to hurl. “I know.”
“I wasn’t expecting it to happen this fast. You?”
I shook my head. “Not at all.”
Josh’s face looked sunken. “I don’t feel ready...”
“Would we ever feel ready, Josh?”
He frowned. “Probably not.”
“It’s like...be careful what you wish for, right?” I sighed. “This is what we’ve been working toward from the beginning, but now that it’s happening, it’s scary. I also keep wondering if this is what they’d really want...”
He arched his forehead. “You mean Wayne and Brad?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Would they be okay with this, or would they want us to stay?”
Josh looked away. “I don’t think they would ever expect us to stay.”
“Not what they’d expect, but what would they want? Would they want us to stay if we were willing?” I shook my head. “I guess it doesn’t matter. Obviously, it’s not feasible. I keep telling myself that the group home has more resources for him than we would.”
“We need to move on with our lives, and so does Scottie,” he said. “It’ll take some adjusting for all of us, but the group-home situation is for the best.”
The sad look on his face told me he was trying to convince himself as much as me.
“Yeah.” I rubbed his arm. “This is a good thing. But we still have until tomorrow to decide. Although, I’m not sure what would deter us.”
“There’s nothing that would deter me...you?” He looked into my eyes.
Every reason deterring me would be selfish. I didn’t want to leave Josh, and a part of me had become really attached to Scottie, despite how much work it was taking care of him. But in the end, Scottie needed round-the-clock care, and I needed to get back to my life in California. I knew in my heart that as much as Brad loved his brother, he would never be okay with me giving up my freedom to care for Scottie full time.
“There’s nothing that would deter me, no,” I finally answered.
“Then I think it’s settled.” He let out a long breath.
“We’ll just call them tomorrow with Lorraine and tell them we accept.”
Josh seemed lost in thought as he murmured, “Yup.”
A somber mood followed us the rest of that day. The only good thing was that Scottie’s medicine seemed to be working, and his fever stayed down. We tried to get him to eat, but he had no appetite, which was understandable. And the ibuprofen or the illness made him drowsy, so he went to bed earlier than normal that night.
Josh sat with him in his room until Scottie was totally out, and I was in our tiny laundry room unloading the washer when he finally emerged. I felt him come up behind me.
When he wrapped his arm around my waist, I shut my eyes. How quickly my body fell right back into a place of complete surrender. His touch made me feel weak in the knees.
“I told myself I wouldn’t touch you again,” he said, tightening his grip on my waist.
“How’s that going for you?” I breathed, bending my head back to meet the heat of his breath on my neck.
“Not well...” The rumble of his gentle laughter shook against my back. Then I felt the warm caress of his lips on my neck, the scratch of his chin scruff.
“I’m fucking starving, Carly.” He spoke over my skin, his erection pressing into me. “Did you notice all the marks I left on you last night?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I kept looking at them all day, wanting to make more.” He sucked on my neck. “I can’t stop thinking about fucking you, my cum inside you. I’ve gotten hard every time you’ve so much as walked by me today. I feel like I’m going crazy.”
“I thought you said we should stop.” The words rolled off my tongue lazily as I bent my head back again.
“I know what I said,” he whispered. “Just one more time. We can stop cold turkey tomorrow.”
I was so turned on that I couldn’t even respond with words. I simply nodded as erratic breaths escaped me. This was a no-brainer, considering I’d wanted him again from the second I got out of bed this morning. There was nothing I wouldn’t risk to have Josh inside of me one more time.
The heat of his hard bulge pressed against my ass. My panties were already soaked. Josh lowered his hand and slid down my yoga pants. Stopping short of removing my panties, he slid them to the side.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you against this thing. So many times I’ve walked by while you were doing laundry, and I got hard thinking about what I wanted to do to you.”