Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Is my dirty little girl ready for Daddy’s come?”
My voice is hoarse and harsh. Elodie turns her eyes to me, her eyes sultry and wanton.
“Come for me, Daddy,” she croaks. “Give your dirty little girl all your come.”
As the words pass her lips, I throw my head back and let out a cry that’s more animal than human. I shudder and erupt, gripping Elodie’s shoulder tightly as I come harder than I ever have in my entire life. With our breathing labored, Elodie and I remain as we are for several long moments, taking the time to orient ourselves again.
Finally, I take a step back, my cock deflated and slipping out of her. Elodie turns around with a look of amazement on her face. I pull her to me, and we stand together, embracing beneath the spray of hot water. Elodie pulls me down into a soft, tender kiss and looks up at me, her eyes sparkling and a playful little grin playing across her lips.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I was just thinking that—no offense to your biscuits and gravy—because breakfast was wonderful,” she says, “but this right here is the best hangover cure ever.”
11
ELODIE
“And who were you with last night, young lady?”
Mam is in the kitchen when I walk in, a devious and knowing twinkle in her eye. Ignoring the question, I walk over to the stove and lift the lid on the pot, inhaling deeply, the groan passing my lips almost pornographic.
“This smells absolutely amazing,” I say. “Do you even know how long it’s been since I’ve had your homemade spaghetti sauce?”
“Oh, it’s been quite a while. I think I made it for you two or three visits ago,” she replies. “But don’t think you’re going to get out of answering my question that easily, young lady.”
“Mam, are you sure you should be up and around like this?”
“Doc Collier told me to limit my time taking strenuous walks,” she replies. “He never said I couldn’t bustle around the kitchen. This is about the least strenuous thing I can do.”
I laugh. “All right, fair enough. And I’m very much looking forward to dinner tonight.”
“Oh, so you’re planning on being here?” Mams asks mischievously. “And here I thought you might be out gallivanting around with your new mystery fella.”
“Okay, first of all, you and Dr. Collier both need to stop saying the word gallivanting. My God, this isn’t the nineteenth century anymore.”
“It was such a simpler time back then,” she says wistfully, making me laugh again. “So, come on. Out with it. Who is this mysterious gentleman caller?”
“Oh my God, can you stop with the Victorian-era vocabulary?”
She makes me laugh so hard, my cheeks and my sides hurt. I honestly don’t remember the last time I laughed this hard back in LA, and I’ve missed this. Mam always knows how to make me laugh.
“Okay fine. I’ll try to use terminology you might be more familiar with,” she teases. “So, are you going to tell me who your booty call is?”
She has me laughing so hard, I almost can’t breathe.
“That’s not any better at all, Mam.”
“Then tell me what I want to know, and I’ll stop torturing you.”
I honestly don’t know why I’m so hesitant to tell her about Dr. Collier. Mam isn’t going to judge me. She never does. But maybe I’m afraid that telling somebody about it will make things between Ethan and me real. And when things get real, people get hurt. Or maybe I just enjoy having this naughty little secret all to myself. I don’t know. All I do know is that I’m not quite ready to share this bit of information.
“Okay, okay. I can see you’re not comfortable sharing just yet, so I’ll give you a little space,” Mam says. “But I do expect to hear about this mystery man at some point.”
“I promise I’ll give you all the details when I’m ready.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
My phone chirps with an incoming call. Excited that it might be Ethan, I pull it out of my pocket and my heart instantly drops into my stomach.
“I need to take this, Mam.”
“Is everything all right, dear?”
“Yeah. All good,” I reply weakly.
I walk briskly out of the kitchen, step out into the backyard, and move well away from the back door before connecting the Facetime call. I should have ignored the call. But I know if I did, he would have kept calling back until I answered. It’s probably better just to bite the bullet and get this over with.
“What do you want?” I ask when Ben’s face appears on my screen.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“I’ve got nothing to say to you.”
“Baby, don’t say that. We had a fight. But we can get past—”
“Ben, what part of ‘we’re done’ did you not understand?”
I walk over to the small park bench-type table Mam has set up underneath the tall tree and sit down. The wide, thick boughs cast plenty of shade, which always made summertime dinners here especially nice. Plus, it’s far enough from the back door that Mam isn’t likely going to overhear me. It shouldn’t matter, but I don’t want her to hear this.