Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Trace, it really is. Does this mean you’re staying?” I’m tempted, damn am I tempted.
“You’re making it damn hard to leave, Josie.” I lick my lips, wanting them wrapped around her nipples as she grinds against my cock.
“Good. Oh, by the way, my mom already knows about us. Tomorrow, I’m heading to Dad’s office to break the news. There’s no way to keep this quiet, and honestly, it’s a disservice to each other, sneaking around. It’s not a great start to a relationship, and you have Wes to think about, too.” Her hand touches my chest, landing on my heart. Well, fuck, this isn’t helping my cock in the least. If anything, it’s making me harder for the woman in front of me.
“I’ll talk to Wes. You talk to your dad. You need to get inside, preferably without tripping or falling. We both have work. Tomorrow, babe, you’re at my place. Bring what you need for work. I’ll cook, we’ll eat, and then I’ll fuck you till you pass out.” I get another taste of her, hoping it’ll hold me over long enough, but I already know where I’ll be first thing in the morning before hitting Cooper’s. I swallow down her whimper, not wanting Merle over there to hear Josie. My tongue wraps around hers, dominating her mouth as she presses her firm little body against mine. I can feel her pebbled nipples sliding up and down my chest.
“Trace.” She pulls back to catch her breath, and I do the same. Unfortunately, it’s time to call it a night.
“Babe, tomorrow night. Now get your ass in the house before we give your neighbors a show they’re unprepared for.” Josie is dazed when our kiss is over, exactly how I like her, so lost in what we’re doing. It’s nothing but wild fucking abandonment.
“Fine, if I must,” she grumbles. I pull her in, arms wrapping around her. Her head drops onto my chest, and my lips press against the top of her head as we hug.
“I’ll text you when I get home.” She is the first to step back.
“Please do. Bye.” I watch as she heads toward the front door.
“Josie,” I get her attention. She stops right as her foot hits the front porch step and looks over her shoulder. “It’s not bye, babe. It’s see you later.”
“I like that. See you later, Trace.” I don’t get into my truck until the front door opens and closes. Still, when I text her later tonight, it’ll be with a reminder to make sure every door and window is locked up tight. Josie’s home needs a shit ton of work—kitchen, the front steps, which are now new, the tree limbs she didn’t attack still need to be cut back, as well as a slew of other shit. It’ll get done. With her fierce independence and sheer determination, nothing will hold Josie back, myself included.
22
TRACE
The ten-minute ride from Josie’s place to mine isn’t bad, except for the flesh between my legs that I can’t get to calm the fuck down. It doesn’t matter how far or near she is, I’m always hard. My damn cock wants what it wants, and I can’t blame him. My one saving grace right now is that she’ll be at my place tomorrow night, and neither of us will be getting a whole lot of sleep. Josie’s scent is still fresh in my mind, still surrounding me, wrapping around my clothes, and her flavor from our kiss is on my tongue, doing nothing for me to calm my ass down. I navigate my truck around the corner leading into the town square area with its red brick road, angled parking in front of the pharmacy, barber shop, and theatre. Further down the street, there isn’t a place for vehicles, which is where the bars, restaurants, and a few storefronts are located. It’s also where Cooper’s restaurant is, and for a Sunday evening, downtown Blue Valley is busy. I lift my two fingers off the steering wheel when a former customer waves their hand in my direction.
“What the fuck?” I’m at one of the handful of traffic lights from Josie’s place to mine when I see Wes. The boy can’t answer a text or a call I shot off yesterday, letting him know I’ve got the check made out for him or Raquel to pick up. It’s the sight in front of me that’s shocking me to my core. My son, the boy I raised to respect women, is doing one of the most disrespectful things a man can do. And if he were only walking with another woman who isn’t his fiancée, I wouldn’t think anything of it, but he’s got his arm slung over her shoulder, hand dipping beneath the strap of her top, fingers going a lot fucking lower than a man should be doing out in the open where people can see, his father namely. But God damn, if he’s gonna fuck around, the least he could do is break things off with Raquel. I’m stuck at a light that is refusing to turn green, which means I’m getting a bird’s eye view as Wes backs her up against a lamp post. The redheaded woman is night and day from my son’s fiancée, who has jet-black hair, darker features than the one he’s damn near in a clench with. And judging how the woman is tipping her head up, I know Wes’s lips are about to land on hers, which is all I need to see. I let out a groan of disgust, avert my eyes, and become pissed as fuck. He knows better. This isn’t high school or college anymore. He’s engaged, supposedly getting his shit together when now I see that he’s done everything except. It hits me deep in my gut, and I feel like a failure as a father. A part of me is ready to park my truck right where I’m currently idling and knock some sense into him with my fist to his jaw. Blood or not, there’s no damn excuse to be a liar and a cheater. I don’t, though. My light turns green, and I peel my eyes away from Wes and whoever this redheaded chick is. I’m not excusing her behavior. Yet. Maybe she doesn’t know Wes is engaged, which is highly doubtful in a town as small as Blue Valley, though the woman could be a tourist, in for the summer season. The jury is still out. I’m ready to reach for my phone, needing to talk to someone. Josie is my first thought, but she’s got enough going on tonight. Instead, I decide on Cooper. So much for going home and diving into work. I’ve got a pit in my stomach the size of a watermelon. How the fuck does a parent navigate this when their son is over thirty years old?