Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Uhhh… Well, that depends.” I muse aloud, catching on that my daughter’s playing a game of her own. She suddenly needs to know when I’ll be home, but why? It’s reassuring, though, and I feel myself relax, which transfers to Beth’s features immediately once she sits back up, propping herself on one elbow and shamelessly eavesdropping in on the call I was sure she would take instead of me.
“I was gonna go to the office after this,” I tell Lucy half-truthfully. It is somewhere I was planning on visiting at some point. “I won’t be back on that side of town for hours, maybe not even until later tonight,” I explain.
I emphasize the words “hours” and “tonight” for Beth’s benefit, too, reminding her with a sultry look that I intend to finish what we started this morning. And today. No waiting. There’s no time for that. As for the rest of our days together, Beth and me? Well, that’s a bridge we’ll either have to cross or burn together or maybe a little of both.
The change in Lucy’s tone is instant, like she’s suddenly relieved, making my dad brain wonder what she’s really up to or maybe she’s running a fever.
My second brain, my caveman penis brain, is still swollen and throbbing for my daughter’s best friend. He tells me everything’s fine as long as he gets to plant his seed inside her. It’s all the cover we need to have for the day I know we both want together. Perhaps Lucy also wants some me time to herself, having spent so much time with Beth over the past six months.
I ask Lucy if she wants me to hand her back to Beth, but she surprises us both by cheerfully declining and signing off, hanging up before Beth can even say a word to her bestie.
“What the heck was all that about?” Beth quizzes me, both of us looking at each other and acknowledging the bullet we just dodged.
“What if she’d just turned up?” Beth realizes aloud, her body rigid with alarm, but I’m not worried. I’ve got everything I need right in front of me. We just need to get somewhere a little more private.
“Do you think you can wait a half hour?” I remark, glancing down at the beam of dick I have for my girl, still swelling the front of my jeans. I hum with satisfaction as I watch her hair bounce when she nods, eyeing the one thing we know she needs.
“Then get yourself dressed,” I order her calmly. “I think I know a place we won’t be disturbed.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Beth
Bowdie’s got a point, and not just the thick, blunt one he was about to put inside me before we were interrupted—the point that we need to keep our little forbidden romance a secret if this is gonna work. Unfortunately, I can’t keep my mouth shut, which happens to be my biggest failing as a person.
Since the attitude she gave me last night and calling me this morning only to brush me off and speak to her dad instead, I know one person I won’t be sharing secrets with anytime soon. Even though she didn’t tell me her big secret yesterday, I don’t think you’d have to be a genius to figure out she wants to keep something to do with her and Josh under wraps from her dad and me. I mean, she’s been grouchy as hell lately. Now throwing up at the drop of a hat and suddenly wanting to be alone? Plus, even Bowdie made his own observations going so far as to use the word “nesting.” He said it himself.
If Lucy can’t tell her best friend she’s pregnant, then who is she gonna tell? Not her dad, fresh back from London, that’s for sure. Plus, do I really want a friend like that?
Since that Josh guy showed up, it’s been a battle between Lucy and me to stay the way we were. The change in her has been gradual, but now what, especially if she’s carrying that creep’s baby?
I’m all in once Bowdie suggests we get out of the house to go somewhere we’re guaranteed not to be disturbed. I have to leave that part up to him between getting myself dressed and making sure the kitchen looks like a kitchen again.
Once we’re on the road, I comment on how calm Bowdie seems, which makes him chuckle. He glances over at me when we stop at a set of lights, tracing my hair back from my face and making me blush.
“What’s there to be worried about?” he asks aloud, daring the whole world to prove him otherwise. “I’ve got the most beautiful girl at my side, and I’m gonna spend the day showing her just how special she is,” he says, making my lip quiver with emotion before I bite down on it.