Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she sighed. “It was only gas.”
I covered my mouth, trying really hard not to laugh.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t successful.
The motorcycle at my side roared to life, and I looked just as Big Papa started to walk his way backward down his driveway. Once he reached the end, he pushed something with his foot, and then the big man shot forward down the road, not caring if he woke the entire neighborhood up with the loud beast.
“What was that?”
I sighed, put my car into reverse, and then backed down the driveway, too.
“That,” I said as I watched my rearview mirror as I went, “was the father of Sean.”
“You’re sleeping with an old man?” Aspen gasped. “Please, tell me you at least used a condom. Gross. There’s no telling where his old cock has been.”
I put the car into drive, and just barely missed another motorcycle that was sitting on the side of the road two houses down from Sean’s.
“Shit,” I cursed, swerving slightly.
I hadn’t seen the thing at all. Jesus, that was close.
And there was a man on it! Fuck!
I waved at the man, who did happen to be sitting on a black motorcycle in the dark night, while also wearing black himself. Jesus, was he asking to be ran over?
“Seriously,” Aspen continued to rant. “You’re a pretty woman. There’s no reason in the world that you should be fucking old men.”
“Aspen, I have to be up in less than an hour. For the love of God, shut the hell up.”
I heard what sounded like covers rustling, and then the sound of her getting up and walking away from where I assumed she’d been in bed.
I smiled, thinking about her husband, Drew.
I’d been at the fire department with him for my entire paramedic career, and I actually missed him, even though he was older himself.
“You’re one to talk,” I said. “Your husband is old.”
“He is not,” she snapped.
It was an old argument, but one that I loved to rile her up about.
“And anyway, I’m not sleeping with an old man. I’m sleeping with a man older than me, but not by a whole lot. About a few years at most.”
I didn’t actually know his age, but I assumed he was about thirty-four to thirty-six years old. He didn’t look much older than that.
“Hmm,” Aspen hummed. “Is there a reason you couldn’t tell me this last night when I called?”
“Because I was too busy having my vagina stuffed with a magnificent cock,” I drawled.
Aspen gagged.
“Oh, you’re one to talk. You never cease in telling me about Drew’s magnificent cock. What’s so different if I relay the same thing about the man that I’m sleeping with?” I asked, my eyes going to my rearview when I saw a single headlight pop up in it.
“Because I’m the one that is doing the telling…duh.”
I turned onto the road that would lead me to my work, and wondered if I had time to stop and get coffee.
After a quick glance at the clock, I realized that I barely even had time to get to work, let alone stop for coffee.
“How’s everyone doing?” I asked conversationally.
“Fine,” she grumbled. “Drew picked up two forty-eight hour shifts this week, and will be gone Monday, Tuesday, Friday, Saturday.”
That sucked.
“That sucks,” I echoed my thoughts. “Why is he having to work two doubles?”
“Because PD’s out with the flu,” she answered hesitantly.
At one time, that would’ve worried me.
Now, not so much.
Not when I’d just left a hunky piece of man meat, happy and sated in his bed.
“That sucks,” I repeated. “Glad I’m not there to catch that.”
I was, too. I hated being sick. I was the type of woman that couldn’t handle being sick. When I was sick with a cold, I couldn’t function. There was something about being sick that really seemed to hit me hard and force me to slow down. It was almost as if my body knew I wouldn’t take the time and rest, so it made me do it whether I wanted to do it or not.
Fuck responsibilities.
“Wow.”
I started to brake as I pulled into the station, waving at the paramedic I would be working with today.
I hadn’t worked with him before, but he was handsome. Though, Sean had already warned me that he was an ass.
I would save my judgement until I knew better, though. I really didn’t like to judge before I knew for a fact.
“Wow what?” I asked, reaching into the floorboard for my duffel of clothes that Sean had stopped at my house and allowed me to collect last night.
“I’m just surprised that you’re not freakin’ out, that’s all,” she amended. “It’s nice to see that you’re moving on. I was worried.”
I was, too. Not that I would tell my friend that I had been.
There were certain things that she didn’t need to know, and I wanted to keep it that way.