Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“I can do that,” I said, dropping my purse. “As long as you have a charger I can use for my phone.”
I wiggled my almost dead phone at him, causing his mouth to quirk. “You want to read, don’t you?”
I shrugged. It wasn’t a secret that I loved to read. Every moment that I had free, I chose to read because I loved to escape to the alternate realities. Other worlds where there was always a happy ending.
“I’m at a really good part,” I said in response.
Jessie shrugged on his jacket.
“There’s one by my bed. But you can’t unplug it because the fucker’s plugged in behind the big-ass headboard that’s a bitch to move,” he said. “Just make yourself at home. Hopefully, I won’t be more than a few hours.”
I bit my lip.
“Okay,” I murmured quietly.
He dropped a kiss on my mouth, then he was gone, leaving me with his son watching me with a laughing grin on his face, and a dog chewing on my bare foot.
“Are you laughing at the dog or your father?” I challenged the man-child.
“Both?” he teased.
I sighed. “Didn’t I hear that you had early practice tomorrow?”
Linc winked. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Then maybe you should head to bed,” I wiggled a finger at him.
He saluted me. “Yes, ma’am.”
He did, however, scoop the dog’s leash up on the way and take him outside for me once more. Once he was done, he brought the puppy back to me, tugged lightly on the messy bun holding my hair up, and disappeared down the hallway to his room, leaving me alone in Jessie’s house, wishing things that I shouldn’t be wishing for.
Chapter 14
Everyone’s fucked up. You just have to figure out what kind of fucked up you’re into.
-Fact of life
Jessie
I arrived home, four hours later, to a dark and quiet house.
The sight of Ellen’s car still parked in my driveway was enough to make my heart start racing as anticipation started to fill me.
I pushed through the door of my house and closed it quietly behind me, being sure to disarm and then reset the alarm before I removed my boots and padded quietly to my room.
My body thrummed as I moved. Knowing Ellen was in my bed—and had been for the last four hours—was enough to make my cock thicken and my body tense with need.
She’d smell like me.
Actually seeing her in my bed, though, was going to have me to doing things to her that I wouldn’t normally do with my son in the house.
But I couldn’t help it.
I needed her.
After watching her cook dinner for me, her ass swaying to music that only she could hear, I’d been hard. But thinking about her, warm and cozy, surrounded in my scent, was enough to make my every brain synapse fire thinking about her.
I pushed the door open and it hit something solid, making my brows furrow.
Then I saw that little wolf-head pop around the edge of the door, and I grinned.
“Come ‘ere,” I bent down onto my haunches.
He came, walking sleepily into my arms.
Grinning, I stood up with him in my arms and walked back down the hallway, this time going to the back door where I unset the alarm, walked outside, and froze my feet off while I waited for the little wolf-pup to piss.
“Hurry up, boy,” I growled, shuffling from foot to foot.
The pup hurried; pissed three times, shit four times in four different locations, and walked back to me.
I scooped him up and walked back inside, this time depositing him on the couch.
He laid down with a contented sigh, leaving my room dog-free.
Thank fuck.
After resetting the alarm, I headed back down the hall, this time a little less quietly.
The minute I was able to push my door all the way open, I froze at the sight of her in my bed.
She was wearing a pair of my shorts, one of my t-shirts, and nothing else.
Her brown hair was fanned out all over the top of my pillows, and she had her face buried in the pillow on my side of the bed.
“Goddammit,” I muttered, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden.
She didn’t stir as I closed the door—not quietly. She didn’t stir when I pushed my pants down and the belt buckle clanged against the hardwood floor. She didn’t even stir when I stripped my shirt off, then walked to the bed and placed one knee into the bed next to her hips.
Stomach taut in eagerness to feel her skin against mine, I bent forward and ran one long finger along the curve of her cheek.
She stirred, but only long enough to roll over onto her back.
Her arms went up over her head, and she murmured something so softly that I could barely make out the words, and then I couldn’t breathe.
Because the words that fell from her lips weren’t something inconsequential. No, they were everything I’d been wanting to hear over the last fourteen years. Words that I’d kill to hear in the light of day while she was awake and coherent.