Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
I laugh softly.
“I think we’ve all had that experience,” is my gentle reply. “But I just don’t want to lie to you about how I got pregnant, or how I was conducting myself before we met,” is my statement. “There are going to be a lot of people out there whispering behind our backs, and I wouldn’t say that it’s deserved, but I wouldn’t say that it’s not deserved either.”
Rick shrugs, unbothered.
“Yeah, I see what you mean, but let them talk, honey. There will always be gossips looking to spread shit around, and it’s better just to let them do their thing. They’re fuckers, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not going to let it touch you, or us for that matter.”
I nod, a bloom of warmth spreading through my chest.
“Thank you, I’m so glad you understand,” I say in a soft voice while squeezing his hand. “And I’m grateful to you, Rick, for not doing the knee-jerk thing and judging me. That means a lot to me.”
He merely leans forward to kiss me, his mobile mouth caressing my lips.
“It’s no problem honey. Besides, I have some skeletons of my own in the closet,” he jokes. But then we’re interrupted.
“Hey, you were kissing my daddy!” Amelia exclaims indignantly, looking up from her coloring. “Daddy, I get a kiss too!”
Rick chuckles and bestows a smooch on his daughter’s blonde head, amused by her antics.
“Of course, honey. You’re my number one girl.”
Amelia nods smartly, her blonde curls bouncing.
“And is Tracy your number two girl?”
My lover merely smiles, blue eyes devilish.
“No, because she’s my number one woman,” he tells his daughter. “A woman is a big girl, remember?”
“Oh right,” Amelia lisps childishly. “One day, I’ll be your number one woman then! As well as your number one girl!”
With that, we all laugh even as I meet Rick’s gaze over his daughter’s curly head. It’s so nice being like this, like we’re a real family, and my man takes my hand again, squeezing it as the waitress comes over with our food.
“Now don’t go crazy with the fries,” he admonishes his daughter even as Amelia crunches into a golden baton. “Chicken fingers first,” he says in a stern voice.
“Yes Daddy,” she agrees winsomely through a mouthful of deep-fried goodness. “Will do.”
We laugh and begin digging into our mains. Mmm, this French dip is delightful and I take a big bite as a trail of sauce runs down my chin.
“Yum,” I moan, my eyes fluttering shut with ecstasy. “This is amazing.”
Rick merely chuckles.
“I love seeing you eat, baby girl,” he rasps in a low voice. “It’s practically orgasmic.”
I offer him a bite of my sandwich.
“Well, this one is sure to make you come, Mr. Patton,” I mewl in a wicked tone. “I promise.”
Rick takes a big bite of my sandwich and he growls with approval.
“Delicious, baby girl. But not as delicious as your snatch with its own special au jus sauce.”
That makes me gasp as I look around, seeing if anyone overheard. But of course, the other diners are minding their own business, and my lover merely chuckles before slicing into his steak.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he growls in a low tone. “I’ll be getting into your sweet au jus later tonight.”
“Oh Rick!” I giggle, flapping one hand at him. “You’re incorrigible.”
He merely grins wickedly, those blue eyes flashing.
“You’re right, I am, and I’m a lot of other things too.” But then his expression goes somber as he looks at me from across the table. “Like I mentioned, sweetheart, I have some skeletons in the closet too, and as long as we’re coming clean, I might as well put them out there.”
I smile encouragingly, squeezing his hand.
“What is it?” I ask in a soft voice. “Come on, they can’t be as bad as mine, right? I was single-handedly providing entertainment, not to mention sexual gratification, for a single dads group!”
He shakes his head.
“No, it’s worse.”
I stare at him.
“Really? That seems hard to believe.”
Rick nods and then sighs, putting down his fork.
“No, it is, because my divorce was fucking awful. That’s the only justification for my behavior because I went on a rampage too. Of course, I can’t get pregnant, but basically I slept with a slew of women, and I mean a lot lot, honey.”
I stare at him.
“How many are we talking?”
He sighs.
“My divorce was finalized about two years ago, but we’d separated even before that for a while. So I had a span of a couple years where I was putting notches in my belt at light-speed, and it’s not something I’m proud of.”
I nod, just trying to process this information.
“But where did you meet the ladies? Were they all from New Jersey? New York?”
He nods.
“More or less, and it’s not that hard to meet women, actually. I’m the CEO of an established outfit and a very wealthy man too. As a result, the women practically threw themselves at me, begging me to take off their panties.”