Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73928 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“I didn’t have an opening.”
“You did. You just didn’t take it.”
I wince. He’s right. I had thought about saying that I wasn’t even with him but I don’t like lying, I’ve done enough of that in my lifetime. I figured just not saying anything would be better. “I’ll deny it if anyone asks… unless you want to tell Maddox?”
He blows out a breath. “You’ve also been thinking about it?”
“I’m just worried he’ll find out before we get to tell him ourselves.”
He presses his groin into me. “Let’s not talk about this now.”
I reach between us for his belt and undo it quickly as he tugs my shorts down to my knees and I manage to wriggle one foot free.
He doesn’t wait, the second I palm him with my hand he nudges inside, filling me completely. I sigh happily, never feeling more aroused than when I’m with him.
His lips touch mine gently as he slowly glides in and out. Pushing himself to the hilt and withdrawing to the tip so slowly it’s all I can do to stop myself from mounting him and riding him in a way I know he loves.
Unfortunately, despite the fact I’m enjoying every second, a greater reasoning falls over me when I realize what’s happening.
“You forgot to suit up,” I whisper in his ear as his breathing quickens in mine.
“I know,” he murmurs. “I’ll pull out.”
“That doesn’t exactly work.” I smile, shivering when he jabs his cock into me to get me to be quiet.
He hooks my leg over his arm and circles his hips, pressing the base of his throbbing cock against my clit. I’m going to lose it soon, I can feel myself spiraling. It’s so good. It always is with him but this is different.
I orgasm, gripping his body with my limbs and my sex and he joins me, thrusting inside despite the fact he said he’d pull out.
It’s okay, I tell myself, the chances of me getting pregnant are really slim. It’s rare that it happens in a month. It takes years for some people. We’ll be fine.
“I know I always said I’d never ask you for anything,” I whisper against his neck, swallowing my pride as his body twitches on mine and in mine.
“Go on,” he says gruffly, leaning up so he can see my face in the dark. The sun set sometime during the police interrogation.
“Can you please replace the underwear you’ve ruined?”
“Done,” he replies easily, kissing me again.
When he climbs off my body I feel cold. He walks away, leaving me alone to my thoughts and I watch him ascend the wide staircase that leads to his room.
That’s it?
I had thought for a moment there that he might actually stay with me for longer than a minute after finishing. How foolish am I?
For a moment there I thought he might have come to care for me. Does that mean I’ve come to care for him?
Shit.
What am I doing here?
Sargent
“She’s fine,” I say to my son on the phone. “Your mother isn’t. She’s probably going to jail and I’m not dropping the charges this time, not even for you and if you ask Tempest to I’ll kick your ass myself.”
“No, she can’t keep doing this,” Maddox replies, sighing heavily. Why couldn’t I have given him a better mother? “What happened to rehab?”
“Who knows? I haven’t heard from her since before you left for your travels.”
“Throw the book at her.” Maddox has never said such a thing about his mother. He has always defended her because of his unconditional love for her, and the shit she has done to him still makes my blood boil. “Are you sure, Pest is okay?”
“She’s fine, she’s sleeping.”
He clears his throat and exhales sharply. “I saw Mom last week.”
I’ve always tried to protect him from his mother, even when he was little and we all lived together. She never had the patience to be a mother. One could say she was lacking that maternal instinct required. Saying that, when he got old enough, I never stopped him from finding her, until the last few times she broke into our home and stole our things under the guise of motherhood.
Last I heard of her was a few months before he left when he said goodbye and she seemed to be genuinely doing well.
I fucking hate her.
She’s the type of person that should never have money. She couldn’t handle it when our income became disposable.
After that abusive relationship ended I promised myself I’d never get into another one again. Seeing the way it affected my son as he grew was enough to put me off ever trusting another person with my child.
“On purpose or…?”
“I called her to see how she was doing, I left a voicemail but she didn’t answer, so I went to her old place.” He bites on his lip looking nervous and uncomfortable. “She wasn’t there, they told me where she’d be. She looked good, Dad. She was staying with a friend, I saw the apartment, it was nice. She needed a deposit to get her own place…”