Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I run my hands up and down her back. I hate that I have to go to work today and that schools are open. I don’t want to part from her, but I know this is life, what we have to do. I’m going to have to get used to being apart from her for a few hours at a time.
She kisses my chest, making me smile. “I don’t think I can go back to sleep,” she mumbles against my chest.
“Let’s get up then. Get dressed. I want to take you somewhere before I have to drop you off at school.”
“Mmkay,” she mutters but doesn’t move. I roll us so I’m over her. Pushing her hair out of her face, I kiss her. The kiss is slow and lazy, like we’ve been doing this every morning our whole lives. It's so natural.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” she sighs.
“We’ll see about getting your clothes from your old house,” I tell her. I don’t care if I have to break into that house. I’m getting anything she wants from there out. Also I’m going to be ordering her some shit, too. She needs boots and proper winter clothes. “Up,” I tell her, pulling her from the bed with me.
She scurries off to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. “No shower,” I shout. I hear her giggle. The sound hits me right in the chest. Fuck, I didn't want to be without her today.
I head to the bathroom in the hallway and do my morning routine before going to the dryer and pulling out Catherine’s clothes. When I get back to the bedroom I toss them on the bed and start putting on my uniform.
She strolls out of the bathroom as I’m lacing up my boots.
“Your clothes are clean,” I tell her. “I don’t like the idea of you going to school without a bra and panties,” I tell her. She didn’t have any when I stripped her that first day.
“Oh!” She darts from the room and is back a few moments later with a bra and panties in hand.
“Kinda got dressed in a hurry after my shower in school,” she says sheepishly, reminding me about the call I need to make to the school.
“No more showers at the school,” I tell her. “You shower with me. At home.” She smiles at my words.
She walks over to the bed and starts getting dressed, putting on her bra, panties and jeans.
She goes into my closet and comes out a minute later with another one of my Ranger shirts on. She takes a hair tie and wraps it around the bottom, doing some weird loop and making the shirt short to fit her better. I grunt, liking that she’s going to school in my shirt today with my cum covering her pussy. That makes me feel a little better about being apart from her.
“I like it, baby.” I grab her hips and pull her to me, giving her a kiss before steering her toward the front door. She puts on her socks and sneakers, then grabs her coat. I’m thankful it’s Friday and after today I can keep her locked in my house for the weekend. It will also give us time to go shopping to get her some shit she needs.
I slide her coat off her and grab one of mine that I know will give her better protection. She lets me put it on her. The back of the coat reads Police across it. It’s big on her, but it’s better than the one she has. Next I find some gloves and put those on her before pulling her from the house.
“Where are we going?” she asks as we pull out of the driveway.
“Breakfast,” I answer. It’s the truth. I don't want to scare her, but I don’t want to ambush her either, so I tell her the rest. “At my mom’s.”
I glance over at her. Her eyes are big. I reach for her hand and slide mine into it. “She’s going to love you. I promise. Trust me. She’s going to be over the moon to meet you.”
I give her hand a little squeeze. I don’t live far from my mom. I could walk it if I really wanted to. When we pull in and I park, I look over at her. Bringing her hand to my mouth, I kiss it.
“Moms don’t like me,” she whispers, looking down at her lap. Her words make me feel like someone sucker punched me in the gut.
I put my finger under her chin, making her look at me. Her eyes are filled with worry and I fucking hate that, but I push on, knowing that she’s going to love my ma. That my ma will be good for her. I’ll show her not all parents are shit and my ma will soon be hers, too.