Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
The instant we arrive outside of her door, his tiny, balled fist pounds on the door with all his might.
Once.
Twice.
Three and four and five times more before there’s an answer.
The door practically flies off its hinges due to the amount of force she uses to whip it open, yet one look at him instantly erases any annoyance she had clearly been feeling.
While her gaze settles on him, mine greedily drinks her in.
Follows the plunging neckline of her light gray, sleep tank top.
Sweeps the top of her full tits I haven’t had in my mouth in ages.
Descends to her tiny shorts that allow the lit-up Bat symbol on her leg to be seen in full display.
To call to me.
To signal for my touch.
My mouth.
My teeth.
Clearing my throat is done to cleverly hide my hungry groans but given the way she steals a small swipe of her lips, I’m not so sure it works.
Bryn casually leans her deliciously, curvy figure against the door frame at the same time she meets Wyland’s gaze. “And who exactly are you looking for caped crusader?”
“You!”
“Me?” She overdramatically gasps. “Why me? I didn’t escape from Arkham.”
But is on the verge of putting me there with that smirk.
“Wead books wit us.”
“Wyland,” my scolding is swift and warm. “Manners.”
“Pweaseeeee,” he gives me a quick side eye, “wead books wit us?”
Her mouth tips down, clearly ready to politely dismiss the request, so I do the only thing I can.
I negotiate.
“You read the book with us, and I will alert security as well as housekeeping to allow you unaccompanied access to the golf carts.”
To no surprise, she quirks an intrigued eyebrow. “No chaperone?”
“No chaperone.”
“Okay.” Her lips twist in a painstakingly familiar way. “You have a deal Wilcoxes. I will read bedtime books with you in exchange for keys to operate heavy machinery and will read bedtime books with you,” she meets our son’s gaze again, “if we can all wear capes.”
“We tan! We tan!” Wy uncontrollably wiggles around in my possession. “Dad got goanup capes in calmnic woom!”
“You have a womb?” She teases in my direction with a bounce of her eyebrows. “Fancy.”
“R-r-r-room.”
“There’s no need to bark at me.” Additional amusement gets her giggling. “I already agreed to the terms by my conditions.”
“Terms and conditions.”
“I said what I said.”
This time laughter leaves me alongside a headshake.
Clark is absolutely right.
The woman I fell in love with…that fell in love with me…is still there.
I just have to go diving.
Once my chuckles die down, I tip my head the route we need to be taking, “Shall we, Miss Kyle.”
“After you, Mr. Wayne.”
“I misseddaraintoo!”
“You are,” Bryn adoringly agrees at the same time she shuts her door behind her. “You are little Mr. Wayne.”
Wy’s proud nodding precedes our walk to a space I haven’t been in once since she’s been home.
Our stroll takes us past artwork, which Wy poorly explains, including his own pieces that are occasionally framed on the walls. He paints magical make-believe tales about most things in the display cases yet all Star Trek memorabilia – including the 3-D chess set she received from J.T. as a wedding gift – are surprisingly close to the accurate.
The instant we enter the room, I place our son down on the couch, where he does the only thing he ever does in this room.
Jump.
His bouncing movements barely register to me as I cross over to where the capes are dangling, yet his mother helplessly investigates, “And what exactly are you doing, little Mr. Wayne?”
“Twainnningggg!”
An amused hum is all that precedes her gaze finding me. “Is that to keep him from touching your precious collectables?”
One wink is all she’s offered.
And lucky for me, it’s all she needs to get grinning wide again.
Holyhell, I miss her body.
But I’ve been going Joker level insane without that smile.
“You wanna put it on yourself?” I gesture a hand at the dangling collection. “Or would you like assistance?”
She sassily struts over and attempts to snatch one up only to be caught off guard. “Fuck, that’s heavy.” The memory hit us in tandem. “I’ve…said that before…haven’t I?”
Maintaining my collected composure is almost impossible. “You have.”
Rather than dwell on the idea or request more of the moment, she simply swings on the accessory. As soon as it’s properly in place, she grumbles, “I am immediately regretting this decision.”
“It’s the only way you and Wy ever learn.” Her jaw tips down while I swiftly wind the cape around my neck. “Little Hero,” I announce in my best Bat rasp, “to the cave.”
“To da caveeeee!”
His smooth jumping off the side is impressive; however, there isn’t much time to appreciate it. Despite having small legs, which should be a disadvantage, the kid has speed.
And lots of it.
Regardless of if he’s walking or running or swimming, he’s quick.
Quick enough to easily get lost or into trouble, especially when not directly supervised.