Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Me too. Fuck, me too,” Tripp grits out, his movements more frantic. His body tightens, his cock twitching inside me, his balls emptying in me, and the thought makes my dick spasm and shoot again.
We’re coming together, and then we’re limp together, Tripp falling on top of me, body hot and sweaty and heavy. My arms and legs wrap around him, keeping him from moving because nothing has ever felt better than this, and I want to live in this moment for as long as I can.
We come down from our high together, breathing fast, then slowing, bodies melding, becoming one.
“I think I’m demisexual,” spills from my lips.
Tripp shifts but only enough to lift his head from my chest so he can look at me. From the expression on his face, I can tell he’s not sure what that means.
“It’s when you don’t feel sexual desire for someone without a strong bond. I said before that it’s never been like this for me, and I meant it. I could have gone forever without having sex again, until I met you. It’s never been anything close to this, and now it’s like…I don’t know how to word it. Like it lives deep inside me, a part of me. That sounds ridiculous, but—”
“God, I fucking love you. I don’t think you understand how much I love you, Rhett.”
I can’t stop myself from smiling. I hope I hear those three words from him every day, forever. “I love you too.”
“I want to tell Meadow tomorrow. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
I nod, and as he rolls off me and pulls me into his arms, I know everything has fallen into place.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Tripp
I hate driving Rhett home this morning, but I decided it would be better to talk to Meadow on my own. I don’t anticipate any problems. She’s old enough to understand and mature for her age. She adores Rhett and wants me to be happy. But it has been just the two of us for a long time. We’re a team, her and me, and now that dynamic will shift a little bit. I want to make sure she knows she’ll always be important to me, and that my moving on with Rhett doesn’t mean she won’t always be the priority.
“Are you nervous?” Rhett asks when I pull up in front of his house.
“Yes and no. It’ll be okay, though. I know it.” I reach over and squeeze his thigh. “And unless Meadow feels like she needs some time, just me and her, maybe you could come over tonight for dinner?”
He smiles. “I’d like that.”
“And maybe stay the night.”
The smile grows. “I’d like that too.”
“Me too, baby. Love you.” I kiss him. “I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Okay.”
I watch as he grabs his bag, gets out of the truck, and walks into the house.
On the way home, I swing by Kaylee’s house to pick up Meadow. She’s still in her flannel pajamas, but I’ve noticed that’s in style nowadays. Kids wear their pajamas to school and everything.
“Mornin’,” I tell her when she hops into the truck.
“Good morning. Can we go to breakfast? We haven’t been in a while. That’s kinda our thing.”
I grin. “That is our thing. Yes, we can go. You have fun?” I pull away from Kaylee’s house. Our favorite restaurant is only about five minutes from here.
“Yeah. We played cup pong and did face masks. Kaylee’s obsessed with this boy, and I was helping her figure out what to say to him when they were texting.”
Well, that’s an opening if I’ve ever heard one, but instead of taking it, I find myself asking, “What about you? You don’t have to share that kind of thing with me if you don’t want to, but I hope you always know you can.”
Her brows pull together. “Of course I know that. I can tell you anything.”
My chest swells. “Yeah, you can, Meadow-bug.”
She doesn’t say anything else about it, and I don’t push her. It’s important to me that she knows she always has the option to come to me but never the obligation to share something she’s not ready to share.
It’s not until we’re sitting in our booth at the back of the restaurant, which is thankfully quiet, without anyone around us, that she says, “I don’t know if that will be a thing for me while I live here, ya know?”
I know exactly what she’s talking about, and it hurts my heart. “I’m sorry. That’s not very fair.”
“It’s what a lot of queer people have to deal with, Dad. We talk about it in the online groups, and with my therapist too. A lot of those experiences, we start later than others.”
“Yeah, I know. Sometimes I wonder if we should have moved when—”
“No. I don’t want to do that. I want to be by our family. I’m only thirteen. Are you trying to marry me off already?”