Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I swallowed, suddenly sorry that this boy, who was only seventeen, had to deal with his father being gone half the time.
Jessie grunted and dropped his hand from his ear, shoving the phone into his pocket before transferring a look between me and Linc.
“I gotta go in,” he said without preamble.
Then he was gone, leaving me to watch him leave, wondering whether this round went to him or me.
Fifteen minutes later, Linc and I continued to stare at each other in wariness.
“Dad had it rough after he left you.”
The son of the man who I was still in love with and an exact replica of Jessie at the same age, looked at me with such wariness in his eyes that I almost reached out and pulled him into my arms.
I had a feeling a badass teenager on the way to adulthood wouldn’t appreciate that, though.
“Are you okay with this?” I gestured to me and then the house around me.
Linc’s grin was ferocious. “Happy as fuck, to be honest.”
I glared at his use of such a naughty word, not that I didn’t use it myself. But he was now seventeen. Weren’t seventeen year olds supposed to watch their mouths?
“I don’t need a mom, Ellen,” Linc said into the silence between us. “But a woman who my dad loves, who makes him happy—and who also cares about me?” He stopped, staring at me for a few long seconds while I took my time to catch my breath and control my tears. “Yeah, I’d like one of those.”
My grin split into a full-out smile. “Thank you, Linc.”
He threw one arm around my shoulders. “How about we order pizza, then play on my computer!”
I snorted. “How about I order pizza and open a bottle of wine while I watch HGTV and you play on your computer?”
He winked down at me. “Sounds like a deal.”
***
It was hours later when Jessie finally made it home.
I was in bed, lying on the side that I’d used since the first night I’d slept in the same bed as Jessie, facing away from the door when he came in.
He was quiet, so quiet that I knew he thought I was sleeping.
He toed off his boots near the door, and then stripped his clothes off at the end of the bed.
All the while he watched me.
The light streaming in through the slightly open bathroom door gave just enough illumination so I could see almost everything—including the look in Jessie’s eyes as he watched me sleeping in his bed.
I also didn’t miss the erection tenting the front of his boxer-briefs as he let his jeans fall to the floor. Nor the way he trailed his hand down the length of his tightly honed belly to dip underneath the waistband of said boxer-briefs.
He palmed his erection, all the while not taking his eyes off of me once, and slowly stroked himself.
I resisted the urge to squirm—barely—and watched him.
Wetness pooled between my thighs, and I had to restrain myself from rubbing my thighs together.
I was bare underneath the covers, and just the top of my breasts peeked out over the blanket covering me.
He pushed his underwear down, giving me a good view of his firm erection, and what a fine erection it was. Long, thick, hard and veiny.
Veins that I liked to trace with my tongue…
I shifted unconsciously on the bed and rolled to my back, my bare leg poking out from beneath the blanket.
The move, although rather innocent, didn’t seem like it as I watched him watch me.
I could tell that my breasts were exposed, and that if he cared to investigate any further up my leg, he’d find me naked as the day I was born.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning as he slowly lifted the covers from my body, allowing him to see exactly what I’d wanted him to see when he came tonight.
I wanted him to find me—naked and willing—in his bed. I wanted him to forget all his problems, and use me in the process.
I wanted to be his girl. I wanted to be his old lady. I wanted to be his wife. His confidant. His person. I wanted him to be the Johnny to my June. My best friend. I just plain wanted him. The good, the bad and the ugly.
And as soon as he saw that I was completely naked underneath the comforter covering his bed, he no longer cared that he was waking me. He took what he needed, and I gave him everything that I had to give in return.
He put his knees on the bed, dropping himself onto his belly as he settled between my splayed thighs.
Then he took a slow, tentative lick, followed shortly by another.
And I knew he knew I was awake.
Maybe he had all along.
The look in his eyes told me he wanted this, and badly, so I spread my legs further and gave it to him.