Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I looked over at her.
“You want to know?” I asked.
She nodded.
So I told her everything, going all the way back to the times when I first slept with Danny.
“I didn’t like sex very much either,” she whispered.
I smiled at her.
“I imagine that you didn’t like it because boys don’t really know how to use their dicks at your age,” I told her. “Likely, he didn’t have the skills or the stamina, nor the knowledge, to make it good for you.”
Her eyes widened. “So that comes with age?”
I nodded.
“Age, practice and more practice,” I amended.
She licked her lips.
“Would you….one day…can we talk about this one day that’s not today? One day in the very far future after the baby comes?” She requested.
I nodded.
“As long as you let me take you to get birth control before I do it,” I promised.
She grinned.
“If I’d known you were so cool, I’d have come here a long time ago and spoken about this with you,” she whispered.
“Spoken about what?” Drew asked as he walked into the room
My eyes immediately fell on the pronounced limp he had going on.
Not to mention he was covered nearly head to toe in ash and smelled like a supercharged bonfire.
“What happened?” I asked in alarm.
He held out his hand.
“I’ll tell you after you tell me what she wishes she would’ve talked to you about,” he said, his voice booking no room for argument.
I sighed and picked up the papers.
“My ex is suing me for abandonment,” I told him, showing him the papers.
He took them and his eyes scanned the pages.
They got wider and wider as he continued to read.
“They’re saying you’re married?” He asked incredulously.
I nodded, my stomach turning summersaults at the look of pure anger on his face.
“You’re shitting me,” he said.
I shook my head again.
“I’m just going to head over to dad’s house,” Attie murmured softly, standing up and making her way to the door. “Goodnight Daddy.”
She went up on her tiptoes to kiss Drew who’d yet to make it into the room any further, but stopped when she couldn’t find a clean place to kiss him.
“Uhh,” she hesitated.
Drew didn’t have the same problem.
He just grabbed her to him and wrapped his arms around her, ensuring that he got a good hug regardless of what it did to the poor kid’s clothes.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said to me, opening the door for Attie and walking down the front walk with her.
The rain that was still coming down, for three days straight now, made them disappear from my view moments later.
Closing the door, I threw the papers down on the coffee table, glaring at them for added effect.
I’d deal with that tomorrow.
Right then, though, I walked to the bathroom and started the shower, and warmed it up for my man.
Then, for added affect, I deposited my body in it and got all wet for him.
In two ways.
Leaning against the shower, letting the water spray me down, I let my hands move over my body.
I heard him come through the door, thankful that he had a key, otherwise I’d worry that maybe it wasn’t him coming in, but someone else that wasn’t supposed to be there.
I would hate for his surprise to be ruined by someone else.
Chapter 18
How do I like my eggs? In a cake.
-Text from Aspen to Drew
Drew
My eyes stayed down as the cold water helped wash the soot and ash from my skin, my legs carrying me fast across the distance from my house to Aspen’s.
I waved to Raphael who was sitting on his front porch, who waved back, and then pointed to the side where the boy who’d sprayed me with a fire extinguisher stared at me from the front seat of his truck. He had a friend with him, who was looking at the boy like he was insane.
The truck, incidentally, still had a huge crack in the windshield from the extinguisher his mom threw at it.
“You’re a fucking douche bag, you know that?” The boy yelled through his open window.
My brows rose, and I paused, turning fully to look at the boy.
“I’m the douchebag?” I asked him. “What about you? I never asked to be sprayed with a fire extinguisher.”
The boy lifted his lip in a snarl, then turned the light bar on his truck, trying to blind me.
“You know who I am, right?” I asked.
I was just being sure he knew before he got himself too far into the fire.
He flipped me off. “I don’t give a fuck who you are.”
I started laughing then.
“Yeah,” I said. “You will care when I decide to press charges against you.”
He snapped.
“Prove it, motherfucker. You don’t got nothin’ on me,” he said, tossing the door to his truck open, sliding out, and stalking around it to come to a stop in front of me.
My brows rose.