Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“What happens if you have a flat tire or get into an accident?” I ask, pressing the button, and she just sighs. “That is what I thought.”
“Annoying,” she says, walking into the elevator when it opens. I follow her, but instead of going over, I pull my arms around her shoulder and pull her to me in a hug. I lean down to kiss her, and I smell myself on her.
“You smell like me.” I smile and smell her cheek and then her neck, rubbing my nose on her the whole time. “I like it.”
She moves her neck to the side, giving me access to the other side. “It was the only soap in the shower,” she whispers, and I kiss her. My tongue slides into her mouth, and the sweetness of the syrup hits my tongue right away, and my cock springs into action. I push her against the wall, and her hands roam all over the front of my shirt. When the ding of the elevator fills the small space, I almost curse.
“Call me when you get there to let me know you got there okay,” I say when we get to the vehicle. “Then you call me when you are coming home.”
“I’m going to be fine,” she says and takes the key from me. “You call me if you have any questions with Dylan.”
“I got him covered,” I say. She leans up, and I lean down, and we kiss goodbye.
“Maybe tonight we can work on that making out on the couch,” she says, climbing into the driver’s seat and smiling at me as she starts the SUV. I watch her back out and make her way out of the garage before I make my way back upstairs.
I slam the door and go to the kitchen first. “I’m back,” I say, grabbing an empty plate and filling it with food.
“Why did you walk Mom out?” Dylan asks, getting up and rinsing off his plate.
“When it’s a girl, you always walk her to the car and make sure she leaves safely,” I say. “And you always open the door for her.”
“Do girls walk you to your car?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“It’s a guy thing,” I point out to him. “It makes them know you like them.”
“But what if I don’t like the girl?” he says and then leaves the plate in the sink.
“You still walk her to her car and make sure she leaves,” I say.
“You always, always take care of the girls.”
He shrugs at me. “Can I go play?”
“Wash your hands with soap and then fold the covers,” I say. He walks back to the sink and washes his hands with more soap.
“We can’t leave the food out,” he says. “Or else the bugs come, and once they come, they never leave.”
“What?” I ask him.
“Once, I left a plate in the sink, and I didn’t rinse it off. The cockroaches came, and it took forever for them to leave. They were everywhere.” I look at him. “She said it wasn’t my fault, but I knew it was,” he says quietly. “She used to be up all night sometimes cleaning and doing these homemade tricks.”
“Your mom is great at taking care of stuff,” I say, trying not to think about her running herself at both ends. “How about you go fold the covers, and then we can hit the gym a bit before we work on the video game?”
He skips to the back room, and I finish eating, and then I put the leftover food on the stove with plastic wrap over it. “I’m done!” Dylan yells and comes back into the kitchen. “Can I have a snack?”
“You can have a banana or some peanut butter,” I say, going to the bedroom and grabbing my sneakers. “Ready?” I ask him when I come back and see him finishing off a banana. He nods and follows me out to the next apartment that I have. An apartment I didn’t tell Caroline about. It holds my home gym, and it also has extra bedrooms for when my family visits. I run on the treadmill while I set Dylan up with two-pound weights, and for the next hour, we work out side by side. “You did good, buddy,” I say while he drinks water. I look at my phone and see that she hasn’t called yet.
“Let’s go back and take a shower, and then we can get started on the game,” I say. When he gets into his shower, I call the number, but she doesn’t answer. I don’t want to worry, but I do anyway, and when I’m about to dial her again, I get a text.
Caroline: I’m fine. I got to work five minutes ago, and I’m late. I’ll explain later. Is everything okay?
Me: Everything is fine. Just worried.