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 grunted.
Big Papa’s smile was wry. “She’ll come around. What you need to be thinking on is what you’ll say to your boy when you tell him that he won’t be seeing her anymore.”
Big Papa’s eyes flashed to somewhere behind me, and I knew that Linc was there. Probably had been for a while.
“See you tomorrow at church.”
Then he was gone, leaving me with my son, who was clearly not very happy with what he’d just overheard.
“Dad…”
I held up my hand. “Tomorrow, after your game, we’ll discuss this. We’re not doing it now. It’s nothing dire. Nothing that’s going to change in between then and now. So please, for the love of all that’s holy, go to bed. Get the rest you need. You’ve got a game tomorrow; I have to get up early and get half a day in of work before I head to the game. And there are fuckin’ boxes to unpack.”
Linc’s lips twitched. “She’s passed out on your bed. I only dropped the box inside the door before I left her.”
“What about Achilles?” I started scanning the room.
He was nowhere to be found.
“Took him out before you got home,” he said. “He’s in my room, sleeping on an old pillow.”
I nodded once. “When you leave tomorrow, let him out and then put him on the couch,” I said. “Good luck tomorrow, boy.”
Then I pulled my kid into a hug that wasn’t made for pussies.
He groaned and squeezed me just as hard back.
“Love you, kid.”
Linc let me go, and then walked away. “Love you too, Dad.”
My fucking heart swelled, and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I locked up and set the alarm.
Making a mental note to give the code to Ellen in the morning, in case she wanted to leave and come back after I left for work, I headed to the bedroom. Stopping just as I had yesterday to admire her sleeping.
Yes, I could definitely get used to this.
Chapter 17
Apparently the adult response to an adult problem isn’t sending a meme to fit the situation. Who knew?
-Things you shouldn’t do when you’re an adult
Ellen
I was living in a fairytale. My fairytale!
Everything that I’d ever wanted out of life was now my reality—living with Jessie, having a child, Linc, and enjoying life.
I hadn’t realized out of the fourteen years that he’d been gone that this was exactly what I was missing. Had I known this feeling—the one that made me feel like I was walking on freakin’ water—was what I was missing, I would’ve been lost.
“Are you almost ready to go?”
I looked over the rim of my cup of coffee, which I was enjoying while sitting at Jessie’s island, and saw him standing there with his cut hanging off of one shoulder while he affixed a gun to his hip. Moments later it was covered by Linc’s jersey, the number 88 with ‘James’ on the back of it. Then the cut covered the jersey moments after that.
“Are you allowed to wear that to a football game at a school?” I questioned him.
He did up one button on his cut and shook his head.
“No,” he said. “But I’ll take it off and store it in my saddle bags.”
“You think we’ll get back before all that nasty weather hits us?” I questioned him as I took another sip.
He nodded. “Not supposed to hit until one AM. Game’ll be over by eleven, and we only have an hour drive back to the house.”
“Don’t you usually follow the bus home?”
He shook his head.
“Not anymore.” He walked over to the coffee maker and turned it off before turning around and leaning those trim hips of his against the counter. “Linc likes to party afterwards, and if his old man is there, then that cramps his style.”
My lips twitched behind my coffee cup.
“You’re his father and look like his older brother. I’m pretty sure you don’t cramp his style, only enhance it,” I informed him.
He grunted.
“Ready then?”
I let the coffee cup drop from my lips after finishing off the last dregs, then got up and walked around the island to rinse the cup in the sink.
The moment my hips were against the counter, he moved, aligning his hips with mine and pressing me even deeper into the counter.
I barely contained the urge to moan.
“When you were seventeen, and we did the dishes together, I had this fantasy.”
My lips pulled into a devilish grin.
“And what was that fantasy?” I questioned.
He pulled the blue t-shirt that I’d had tucked into my jeans—one I’d borrowed from Linc that was his when he was in the eighth grade and had ‘James’ and his number 88 on the back—and let his fingers drift along the soft skin of my belly.
His rough hand skating across my smooth, slightly rounded belly felt delicious.
I could also feel the long column of his cock pressed against my backside, letting me know that whatever this fantasy was, he was really into it.