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)
Nothing would but time.
“So…by me going off the chain at the police station, there were about eight million cops as witnesses to my act, meaning I couldn’t deny anything.” She shook her head. “My brother did what he could, getting me house arrest and probation instead of jail time. Because fucking Danny pressed every charge he could.”
“This is Danny Salazar?” I guessed. “Naomi’s brother? The traffic cop that writes everyone tickets?”
She sighed, then nodded.
“One and the same.” She rolled her eyes to the roof, letting the back of her head rest against my arm.
I don’t think she realized she was doing it, but I sure did.
Jesus, my dick sure did pick an awesome time to wake back up.
I crossed one leg over the opposite knee, reaching my hand down and using my leg as cover to readjust my cock in my pants.
“I heard he’s a dick,” I mentioned, gauging her reaction.
She sighed, long and loud.
“He is. Most definitely,” she agreed. “But his partner is an even bigger dick. I hated her for the longest time; and it hurts more, I think, to know that he cheated on me with her.”
“Seems like good riddance to me,” I muttered, only saying exactly what was on my mind.
I was forty-two years old.
I didn’t mince words. Not anymore.
I told it how it was, sparing no one’s feelings.
Which I think was another thing that took my daughter’s affection from me.
She hated that I was no longer with her mom and made no attempt to hide the fact that she was mad at me.
She intentionally acted out in school, no doubt a ploy for attention. I called her out on it when I picked her up from school after she was sent home to start a mandatory, three-day suspension for her outburst.
And I hadn’t seen her since.
It’d been three weeks.
“Where’s your head at?” A soft voice asked from beside me.
I turned to study Aspen.
“My kid,” I admitted.
“Your kid?” She repeated in surprise.
I nodded.
“How old is he?” She said, throwing her hair back over one shoulder.
“She’s sixteen,” I told her.
“Ohhh,” she smiled. “That’s a fun age. I remember when I was sixteen.”
I regarded her closely.
“Why do you say it like that?” I asked suspiciously.
“I lost my virginity at sixteen,” she admitted. “And I was a bad girl. I partied more than I slept.”
I glared at her.
“That’s not what I want to hear,” I told her. “I’m already dreading meeting her first boyfriend.”
“What if she’s already had one for a year now?” She teased.
I pinched her thigh, causing her to laugh.
“No, really. I was a good girl. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was twenty-two,” she decreed. “And even then, I wouldn’t count it as losing my virginity.”
“Why?” I asked curiously.
I didn’t like thinking about her being with another man, and I hadn’t even been with her yet.
Yet.
Thunder boomed and a streak of lightening had me laughing when Aspen jumped.
I lifted the beer, still cold from the just above freezing temperature outside, to my lips and took a long sip.
My throat worked as I swallowed nearly all of it in less than thirty seconds.
“You’re pretty good at that,” she observed.
“You’re avoiding the question,” I evaded, dropping the bottle down until the frozen bottom rested against my erection.
I pressed down slightly, hoping to relieve the throbbing that was still there, but it didn’t work. Especially when I watched Aspen lick her lips and run the tip of her finger along the top of her knee.
Who knew that sweat pants would do it for me?
I sure as fuck didn’t.
And they weren’t even nice. You could tell that they were years upon years old.
Plus, I was fairly sure she was no longer a ‘Bulldog.’
“He finished before he could get all the way inside me,” she snapped. “Happy?”
I nodded.
Immensely.
Thunder boomed once again and I sighed, getting up but being sure the beer bottle hid the majority of my erection from her face, especially since it was now on eye level with her.
“I’m gonna go get my wood inside so it can dry out some,” I told her. “It’s supposed to flood, which’ll inevitably knock the power out, and then I’ll be freezing my balls off.”
She stood, too, toe-to-toe with me, our feet just barely a foot apart.
“Thanks for helping,” she said. “I already feel better.”
“They only kept your friend overnight because they were worried about her concussion,” I told her. “She should be out by tomorrow.”
Aspen held up a thumb. “Good.”
I grinned at her, touching the tip of her nose with my beer bottle before backing up and turning, heading down the steps.
“Hey!” She called.
I stopped and turned back to her.
“What?” I asked, attempting to shield my crotch so she wouldn’t see the way my work slacks tented in the front.
“What’s your name?” She asked.
I grinned.
“Drew.”
She held up her thumb again.
“Cool.”
Chapter 5