Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Sounds nice, but I can’t quit my job.”
He grunts. “As long as you don’t mind me pounding the shit out of you when I get home from every road trip.”
I laugh lightly. “Well, when you put it that way, Romeo...”
“You like it. I saw your eyes when I spread your ass cheeks.”
“Truth. I haven’t done much in bed other than the boring stuff, but when you carried me upstairs and I couldn’t get away...that turned me on.”
“I’ll remember that.”
I turn to face him. “What turns you on?”
He answers immediately. “You.”
“I’m serious. What do you like in bed?”
“I’m serious, too. It turns me on hard that you’re this nurturing mom by day and I get to eat your sweet pussy by night. When you’re in the kitchen cooking, I’m thinking about bending you over the kitchen counter.”
I bite my lip, my nipples hardening as I whisper, “Say more.”
“I want you to be a sweet mom who bakes for our kids and wears sweaters into the office and a sex-starved whore for me. No one but me gets to see that side of you. I want your pussy wet and ready when I get home from a road trip. I want you to suck my cock like a greedy little slut.”
This side of him is amazingly hot. I slide my hand between my legs and he takes my wrist, stopping me. “Not like that. Never like that.”
“You better get hard quick, then.”
His gaze darkens. “You heard what I said about sucking my dick.”
I comply immediately, so aroused I’m a little dazed. Who knew the guy who sends me roses and makes grilled cheese sandwiches for my kids is also a master dirty talker?
Fairy tales really do come true.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Cam
Two Months Later
I peek out the living room curtains again, looking for Rowan’s Bronco.
No sign of him yet. He and Sam should be pulling up any minute and I know Sam will be full of stories about the Cub Scouts camping trip. When he practiced carrying all his gear, his hiking backpack was so full the poor kid fell over backward, all of us laughing at him with his arms and legs flailing around like a turtle on its back.
“Can I play video games now?” Tate barrels down the stairs, his hair wet from a shower.
“Let me smell you first.”
He races over and I sniff his hair, which has a eucalyptus scent. I took him to an indoor water park for the weekend and wanted to make sure he washed the chlorine out of his hair from our last swim this morning.
“Okay, you can go play, but when Rowan and Sam get home, we’re eating dinner. No complaining about how you’re in the middle of a game.”
He’s gone before I can even lock eyes with him to let him know I’m serious. I smile and shake my head. My boys couldn’t be more yin and yang. I don’t know what I’d do if I had two Tates.
He loved having my undivided attention all weekend. It’s something I’ve never been able to do for my kids as a single mom. We went down the big waterslide at the water park at least a hundred times, had steak for dinner and got ice cream Friday and Saturday night. I took Friday off work and let him miss school that day since Rowan and Sam’s campout started Thursday.
Being a mom is the most exhausting, rewarding thing I’ve ever done. The boys are both very attached to Rowan, who moved in with us. It just made sense because he was over here all the time anyway and we were keeping Duke when Rowan was on the road.
“You miss him, don’t you, boy?” I ask the golden retriever napping in the corner of the room.
He likes to lie on a heating pad I put on top of a plush dog bed that doesn’t have sides he needs to step over. The boys cover him up and give him kisses and cuddles every night before they go to bed.
Duke slowly gets up, knowing I was talking to him. He lumbers over, his tail swishing. I get down on the floor and pet him.
“You’re the best boy and you know it, don’t you?”
I scratch his ears and gently rub his face, his tail wagging higher now. Rowan’s dad got Duke for him shortly before he died. He knew Rowan would need comfort. I dread the day when Duke is no longer with us, because Rowan loves him so much. For now, though, he’s doing just fine.
The front door opens and Sam runs into the house. “Mom! I hiked four miles!”
“Four miles! That’s fantastic!” I stand up and wrap him in a hug.
Rowan walks in and my stomach does a somersault when I see him. I get it now--why he’s attracted to me being a mom. He’s wearing a hat with Sam’s Scout troop name and number on it and a T-shirt that says, “Troop 324 Father-Son campout,” and I want to jump directly into his arms.