Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Still, I kept attacking his mouth every time he pulled away, so I had a feeling he knew where I stood on him leaving.
Finally getting enough (not really), I kept my arms around his neck and rocked back onto my heels.
Sean smiled down at me. Then he topped the dirty talking, giving me compliments, going shirtless, and everything else he’d ever done.
He topped it all.
“I’m sellin’ the trailer.”
My lungs ceased working for a beat, then I pulled in a breath and grinned the biggest grin of my life. I rolled up onto my toes again and went in—I had to.
Sean was the one who attacked my mouth when I pulled away that time, which led to longer, harder kisses.
He eventually went home. It just took him a while.
Chapter Eighteen
SEAN
Eight Days Later
I got five hundred bucks for my trailer, exactly half of what I paid for it. I was expecting less than that, so I felt good about what I got.
Shayla was beaming as she stood there watching that transaction happen.
Now I had an extra five hundred dollars, which wasn’t a ton of money, but it was still extra, and I wanted to do something with it, or at least something with the two-fifty I’d have after giving Val her cut.
She’d paid for enough on her own while I was away.
I wanted to give her the full amount, but she suggested I treat the girls to something with the rest.
I liked that idea.
Shayla did too when I told her.
“What are you thinking for them?” she’d asked me when I picked her up later that afternoon after speaking to Val about it. “We’re going to get something, aren’t we? I know we are.”
“Why’s that?”
“We never take your truck anywhere.”
She had a point.
My truck was a piece of shit that served the purpose of a truck, nothing more, which was why I kept it. I liked my bike better and went for that unless I needed to haul something.
I’d choose my bike and Shayla holding on to me and pressing close any day.
I pulled away from her apartment, sharing, “Found a playground in the paper this guy is selling ’cause his kids don’t use it anymore. It’s nice. Small, but has swings and a slide. My girls will love it.”
Shayla smiled over at me, then she unlatched her seat belt and slid across the bench seat, burrowing against my side. “Good choice,” she said. “Can’t think of a better way to spend that money.”
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, liking the feel of her against my side almost as much as I liked the feel of her at my back.
Maybe my truck wasn’t so bad.
Once I paid the guy and we got the playground broken down and loaded, Shayla and I spent the afternoon putting it together at the house.
We talked like we always did. We laughed too, especially when Shayla joked about being an expert at heavy lifting, referencing my cock and how well she manages with that.
It was good fucking day.
I was having a lot of those lately with Shayla by my side.
Then later that night after we got cleaned up, we headed over to Syd and Brian’s place for family dinner.
I didn’t know what to expect going over there. I never got invited to shit like this unless it was dinner over at Bridgett’s house when Val and I were together. I figured I’d talk to Shayla most of the night and field questions from the other girls who showed up, since they didn’t know how not to talk to me, and truth be told, I didn’t mind it. What I hadn’t anticipated was getting pulled into conversation by everyone there.
And it started the second we walked in.
The girls latched on to me first—Tori and Jenna, Brian’s sister I’d met the other night. They pulled me into the kitchen, where everyone was standing around, talking and waiting for the food to be ready. Syd was in there cooking, and once she saw me, she got in on it too. Brian and Jamie, who I met when Shayla brought all that furniture over last month, got a few words in when their women quit talking long enough to take a breath. They welcomed me and told everyone to ease off, which didn’t happen. Even Jenna’s kids, Oliver and Olivia, stayed close and fired questions at me. I wasn’t used to attention like that.
I didn’t mind it, though. It felt good—everyone wanting me there and not being shy about making sure I knew it. I understood real fast why they called it family dinner.
This was family.
The conversations carried throughout the meal, which was damn good. I hadn’t been expecting that.
I found out the guys owned a surf shop together— this place called Wax. Cole, their friend and the guy Kali was seeing, worked there as well. He couldn’t make dinner, and Kali was working with the new girl Lauren whom Tori kept complaining about, and once it was clear she was gearing up to complain for a good while, the guys stepped out on the deck and asked me to join them.