Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I need my Batman,” he says, running up the stairs to his bedroom. I pick up my jacket, slipping into it the same time Eli comes down in a light pink pencil skirt and a spaghetti strap silk top that is white with designs on it. I want to lean in and bite her bare shoulders.
“Hey,” she says, walking over to me, her sky-high red bottoms making her even taller. She kisses my lips as if she didn’t just see me upstairs. Ever since we had the sleepover at my house with Aiden, we’ve done “sleepovers” at her house. Which is fine since I have a surprise for her at my house tomorrow for our date. “You smell sexy,” she says, going over to the counter and picking up her coffee cup.
I look at her, watching her hips swing as she walks to the fridge and takes out some fruit. “What does sexy smell like?”
She shrugs her shoulder. “I am not really sure I can explain it.” She puts the cup to her lips and tries to hide the smile. “But it makes me all tingly, and I want to do lots of dirty, sexy things with you.” She winks at me, and my cock springs to action. It’s been four days of being cock-blocked at every single turn.
I walk over to her, grabbing her hip in my hand and pulling her to me and her eyes go big as she feels my cock. “That mouth is going to get you into trouble.”
She puts her cup down. “Promises, promises, Deluca.” She wraps her hands around my neck. “We should really try to be ready to go when he goes to bed,” she suggests.
“We tried that last night. He caught us on the couch with you grinding all over me and your shirt off,” I remind her.
“Oh, God, you think he bought that you were checking for a mosquito bite?” she asks me, and I laugh.
“We shall see.” I kiss her and then hear Aiden come down the stairs.
“Ready, Dad,” he says, grabbing his backpack. It’s been two days since he started at the new school, and so far, everyone is happy about it. The teacher sends progress reports daily, and Aiden has not once said anything. After the episode at the last school, we sat with him and told him how it is important to tell us everything. He is not joking around when he gives us a play-by-play of his day.
“Okay, let’s go,” I tell him. “Come kiss Mom.” He bounces over, and his hair goes up and down.
“Bye, Mom,” he says, looking up, and she bends down and kisses him. “Don’t scratch the bite; it makes it worse,” he says, and I try not to laugh out loud when she closes her eyes.
“I’ll pick you up here at five, and we will go over to my parents’ house,” I tell her.
“I need to …” she says nervously. “Do you want to maybe just bring Aiden this time?”
I kiss her on the nose. “Nope,” I tell her. “Have a great day.” I walk out of the house with Aiden beside me. “Ready, kid?”
“Ready, Dad,” he says, walking down the steps and over to my car. I make my way over to his new school, which has a much lighter drop-off zone monitor. They have five stopping spots, and it’s almost factory like. Five cars drive up, monitors for each car to help speed things along, and then five more come in. Like a well-oiled machine. “Bye, Dad,” Aiden says when he gets out of the car, and I bend down to hug him.
“Have a good day,” I tell him like always, and he is already running into the school yard. His backpack is thrown in the pile of backpacks while he runs to the soccer field. I watch how kids come over to him, screaming his name, and then go back to the soccer game.
“Excuse me, Mr. DiMarco, you have to move your car,” the monitor says. I nod at him, getting into my car and making my way to work.
The day goes faster than ever, and when my phone beeps at four thirty, I pack up and head out. I’m pulling up to the house and shut my door when I see Eliahn come out of her house, and her face is without the smile she always has.
I walk over to her, my heart pounding. “What’s the matter?” I touch her face.
“I’m just nervous,” she says softly. “Like I know they are going to love Aiden because he is a part of them. But me, what if they—” I put my finger on her lips to stop her from talking.
“My mother is so excited to finally meet you. My father is over the moon to have you. I promise it’s going to be okay.” She tries to say something else, and I stop her. “If at any time you don’t feel it, and want to leave, we get in the car and go home.”