Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“You’re preaching to the choir, Fif.” I use the kids’ name for her, trying to calm her down. One thing about Ophelia—if you fuck around, you’re gonna find out. My sister might come in a tiny package, but her bite is bigger than her bark.
“So, since the girls are going to be gone, are you making your move, big brother?” I walk out of the bathroom, seeing the laundry piled up in my room, knowing that I’ve got a few more things to take care of before I even think about crossing the street.
“Something like that. The sooner this conversation is over, the faster I can get shit done. Head to the store to pick her up another bottle of wine and something to eat, seeing as Emmy purged on me today saying Leigh wasn’t drinking the last bottle but savoring it.” I don’t go into the fact that most of the clothes she wears have been washed a hundred times over, even with Ophelia dumping piles of clothes on all three of them when she comes home. I know Leigh; she’s putting them away for Rory and Emmy, leaving nothing for herself once again.
“Go get her, tiger. The next time I’m in town, I’ll ply her with the good stuff. She usually opens up after that. Last time, it was hard with the family competing for everyone’s attention.” Ophelia doesn’t admit it was because she was only home for three days before there was some catastrophe causing her to leave shortly after we all opened presents together.
“Later, Fif. Love you, girl.”
“Love you. Go get your woman.” We hang up. I grab a pair of clean boxer briefs, sliding them up my legs, then do the same with a pair of jeans. After I’m dressed, it’s time to tackle the pile of laundry that’s creating a mountain in my bedroom, along with the dishes in the sink. Fuck, I’ve let shit pile up this week. At least it was for a good cause. Spending time with Leigh and her daughters, it’s all fucking worth it.
9
ROSALEIGH
A rare night off, that’s what I’m going to have. A night where I don’t have to stress about the girls needing to go here or having to be picked up at some weird-ass time when the movies let out. Which usually means I can’t shower or take my bra off because my car is piled with extra kids. Believe me, I try not to complain too much. I was their age once, had a shit home life, did everything in my power to stay out of my mom and her flavor of the month’s way. At least the girls don’t have it that bad. I’m not downplaying their situation; their father gave them a shit hand. The upside is, I knew from a very early age the moment I became a mom, my kids would be my world. There wasn’t one golden or magical cock that would make me choose a guy over my kids. I’d never become my mother, that’s for sure.
It's me, the couch, clothes that don’t require a bra or panties, and the television on some kind of cooking show that I’m not really listening to, using it more for background noise than anything else. A glass of wine in my hand, head tipped to the ceiling, and enjoying a rare moment to myself. One where I’m not in the car thinking about everything I have to do once I get home, or late at night when I’m trying to sleep but there’s always a constant worry. Is the laundry done, are the girls really okay with how things are right now, can they hear me in the dead of night when the only thing that puts me to sleep is Nix. Let me rephrase that—it’s the fantasies of the tall, dark, and handsome man. You know, the one who rescues me time and time again, even if it’s from myself. That last time, my body molding to his, trying to sink further into Nix, the length of his cock showing me how big he is, and I’ve got to tell you, that night definitely went into my spank bank material.
My body shivers as I take a sip of my wine, replaying how my imagination ran wild later that night, about him sneaking into my room, dropping his clothes as I came awake feeling his presence like I always do when Nix is near, ripping the covers from my body, doing the same to my clothes until we were skin to skin, his length hot and heavy between my spread thighs, my hips cradling his body, finally getting to feel his lips against mine, his big hands, work-roughened from his years of using them on repairing cars and trucks as they skate along my body. My eyes close and my head tips back, using the glass to calm down the beating of my heart to cool me off.