Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“It’s just me. Spill.”
With a heavy sigh, she pops open her eyes and meets my stare. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Which part? No one’s ever gone down on you?”
Those selfish assholes should feel ashamed for neglecting this beauty.
“No,” she huffs. “None of it. I was, uh, a virgin too.”
I gape at her, her words shocking me. She’s Mom’s age and she’s never had sex before? “Really?”
“I never got close enough to anyone to want to be intimate.”
I grin at her. “So you’re saying I’m special?”
“Yeah, Demps, you really are.”
Sloane
Bacon?
Why do I smell bacon?
I slowly wake, realizing it’s morning and I’m alone in bed. The ache between my legs is a reminder of how I spent most of my night.
With Dempsey.
We came together off and on throughout the night, each time more intense than the time before. I’ve never orgasmed so many times in such a short period in all my life. Probably because it’s always been up to me and I can’t be bothered to make it happen more than once.
Dempsey has made it his mission to get me off as often as he can.
I stretch my arm across the bed to the empty spot where he slept. The sheets are cold, which means he’s been out of bed for quite a while. From the smell of it, he’s been cooking. For some reason, this makes me grin like an idiot.
Is this why people are in such a hurry to find a significant other?
I guess if I’d known this feeling was a possibility for me, I’d have been searching a long time ago.
Like before Dempsey was born?
My stomach twists at that intrusive thought. When I can separate Dempsey the man from Dempsey my best friend’s son, everything is great. I see him as an equal, a fantastic sexual partner, and a confidant. But when I am reminded of exactly who he is, it makes me feel like some sicko who’s been preying on her friend’s son.
I tried denying the attraction between us and that didn’t work. That means my only option now is to keep it between us. It’s such a bitch move, but I’m too greedy to let him go. I want Dempsey. So much. If this is the only way I can have him—in secret—so be it.
After a quick shower, which Dempsey sadly doesn’t join, I finally make my way into the kitchen. Kaden is awake, playing a video game, while shoving bacon absently into his mouth.
“Plate’s in the microwave,” Kaden says around chewing. “Dempsey said don’t cook it without reading the note first.”
Note?
I don’t have an opportunity to be sad about Dempsey having already gone as curiosity gets the better of me. I open the microwave to see a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes waiting for me. A tented piece of paper addressed to “Babe” sits on top.
My heart melts.
He’s so sweet and thoughtful.
I pull the note out and then turn on the microwave. Once the food starts reheating, I read his message in surprisingly neat handwriting.
Morning, sleepyhead!
I got a call from Dad chewing my ass out for breaking his car rule. I figured I’d head home and do some damage control. You didn’t have shit for groceries, so I ran to the store first and whipped you guys up something to eat. Do you ever feed that kid anything besides takeout? Don’t worry, babe, you’ve got me now. I’m more than a spoiled shit. I actually learned how to cook. Anyway, I’ll call you later. Just wanted to make you feel special this morning. Get used to the feeling because I plan to do it every damn day if you’ll let me.
Love you,
Dempsey
My heart hammers in my chest. I kind of panicked when he told me he loved me last night, but I’m not going to lie. It feels good to hear it. He’s right about our level of feelings, though. Where he’s been in love with me for a long time, I’m slowly getting there. It may happen sooner than I’m expecting because everything about him makes me smile.
I’m happy with Dempsey.
Truly happy.
It’s the first time in my life I could say that and mean it. I thought I was happy when I’d gotten accepted into the police academy or when I took my first ride in my squad car as an official police officer. Looking back, it was just pride or satisfaction.
Not this light, giggly feeling that’s gotten a hold of me.
This is happiness.
The microwave beeps, bursting my bubble, and reality slowly trickles in without Dempsey to distract me.
Trevor is on the run. Lenny is dead.
I’m going to have to tell Rhiannon today.
I’ll need to tell Kaden too, but I will do it all at once. I’m not about to tell this story twice in a row if I don’t have to.
“Hey, kiddo,” I call out to Kaden after I wolf down the best damn breakfast I’ve had in a long time. “You want to go see your mom?”