Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Because the equation really is this simple. If Jen’s happy, then I’m happy.
And seeing her eyes light up just from a tiny burger and some soft serve on a warm day, I can’t wait to show her how much more she can have in this life.
Parking in some shade while we eat, I make use of the vintage air conditioning my car has. Having all the windows wound down while Jen makes herself at home. Lounging across my lap with her feet up on the passenger armrest, offering me a tiny teaspoon of her soft serve.
Which I take greedily.
Anything that Jen offers me, anything to do with her, I want it. I want it all.
“Sorry for sounding bratty about the diner thing,” she says suddenly.
I draw in a long breath, hoping this isn’t going to be a ‘thing’ that stops us from really having some fun today.
But she is reminding me I have some calls to make, so I tell her maybe I’m the one who should be apologizing.
“It just bugs me to think of you and your mom struggling, that’s all,” I explain to her.
“Abs never says anything about you guys. She’s always talking about herself. But, Jen, if I’d known you and your mom had it so tough…you only ever had to ask,” I stammer awkwardly.
The emotion in my voice is undeniable, and Abby sits herself up and sidles next to me. I let my half-eaten burger fall back onto the cardboard tray.
Nothing is really filling me up today because the only thing I know that’s going to nourish me is sitting right next to me.
“We’re not that bad off,” Jen assures me unconvincingly, but I think we both know what I mean.
“Well, it ends today,” I declare again, not meaning to continue. But a few hundred bucks a week isn’t gonna make any difference out of my pocket into her mom’s purse.
And that’s just for starters.
“We can talk about it later,” I suggest. Leaving it there for now and getting back to more pressing matters.
Like claiming Jen properly and making that deposit into the seed account I want to open up in both our names.
Jen nods and smiles silently, wiping the dusty scuff she left on the armrest with her shoe.
“It’s such a nice car. I probably shouldn’t treat it like a living room,” she murmurs, but I don’t mind.
“You wanna drive?” I ask, chuckling when her eyes go wide, and she feigns terror at the idea.
“Aww, c’mon. I’ll be right here,” I encourage her.
I’m glad when she finally agrees, and pack away what’s left of the food, tossing our trash out.
Jen lifts herself up, and I shimmy over so she can get into the driver’s side.
My hands guide her over. Feeling her waist and thick thighs dragging across my tent pole, making us both groan.
Instantly shifting things in a different direction.
Our hands are all over each other as she tries to turn herself to straddle me.
Our mouths locked in a passionate kiss that feels more intense than our first.
“Or maybe you could just drive us home,” she wheezes. Her face flushed and her hands trembling as I shift her back across the seat.
“I think you’re right.” I agree—flushing hard myself.
The faces from the few other cars parked on either side of us all blink their eyes, staring at us.
There’s no way I’ll have anyone see Jen like that, let alone think about her.
She’s mine now, and this sort of thing is for our eyes only.
“Guess I forgot where we were,” I huff, starting the car and backing out slowly before heading for home.
We try to keep a safe distance for the rest of the ride home.
And just as well.
Pulling into my driveway, I have to slow suddenly at the car reversing out.
Jen groans loudly.
“Shit. What the fuck is she doing here?”
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out whose car it is.
It’s her mom.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jen
Things could’ve gone a lot differently if we’d stayed snuggled up close despite the warm weather all the way back to Kane’s.
Seeing my mom pulling out as he tries to pull in isn’t exactly what I was hoping for.
I thought she was at the diner.
“I guess we just act natural,” Kane murmurs, almost as if he’s giving himself instructions rather than asking me.
I can feel my eyes narrowing on my mom’s as hers widen in her rearview mirror. Kane suddenly slows down to stop rear-ending her as she tries to leave.
“I hope nothing is wrong” is the only thing I can think to say.
Double checking myself to make sure I really am just sitting in the passenger side of Kane’s car.
Nothing out of the ordinary…just coming back after dropping Abby at the airport. I came back for my scooter.
There. That’s a story worth buying.
But Kane’s already out the car door, talking to my mom before I can even blink. Giving me instant anxiety.