Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
He taps my cheek with his fingertip. “Auntie Aubbey.”
“Caleb,” I purr. “I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but I couldn’t help it.”
Caleb smiles like a demon. “Good to know I’ve got another person to fuck over.” He taps my cheek again. Tap, tap, tap. “I use my inside voice like a big girl, Auntie Aubbey. ‘Ake up.”
What the fuck? I open my eyes and find a pair of blue eyes staring at me from an inch away.
“I smell pancakes,” Raine whispers excitedly, delivering another set of taps to my cheek.
I sniff the air and return her smile. “I smell them, too.”
Raine squeals. “Pop-Pop?”
“Or maybe Caleb—Dadda—got up early to make them for you.”
“Let’s go see!” Raine scrambles out of bed excitedly and then jumps around from foot to foot, when I’m not nearly as fast-moving. “Come on!” she shrieks at me, wriggling and waving her arms. “Let’s go!”
Cut me some slack, kid. Auntie Aubbey got the living hell fucked out of her last night. Three times. And now, my most intimate muscles feel like they’ve been put through a meat grinder—in the best possible way, of course.
I place my feet on the floor with a big yawn, which Raine takes as her cue to sprint the door. “Rainey, wait,” I call out. “Check your nighttime panties, honey.” I’ve learned not to call her nighttime pull-up a diaper. Raine the Big Girl only wears panties.
With a little huff of impatience and an eyeroll that reminds me so much of Claudia, it hurts, Raine yanks down her disposable, big-girl diaper to her knees and takes a peek at its crotch. “I did it!” she announces proudly. “No pee-pee!”
“Great job!” I motion toward the door. “Now go to the bathroom like a big girl, and we’ll go to the kitchen after that to see if it’s Pop-Pop or Dadda making you breakfast.”
Raine squeals with delight, and off she waddles toward the bedroom door with her pink pull-ups still at her knees and her tiny, naked butt on full display.
Raine was doing fabulously well with potty training before Claudia’s accident, other than a few occasional mishaps at night. But since her entire world came crashing down less than a month ago, the poor girl started having regular accidents again, which means our regular routine now includes lots of reminders and pull-ups at night.
As Raine does her thing in the bathroom, I wait at the door holding a sundress and a pair of panties for her to slide into when she’s done. When she emerges, however, I tell her I didn’t hear the faucet and turn her around to wash her hands for the full length of “The Birthday Song.”
When that bit of business is done, Raine throws on the clothes I’ve picked out for her in the hallway, while I use the bathroom myself. Due to Raine’s intense separation anxiety since Claudia’s death, I’m expecting her to be waiting at the bathroom door for me when I come out. But to my surprise and delight, Raine is long gone when I emerge.
I follow the sounds of Raine’s happy squeals toward the kitchen. And while I’m still in the hallway, her squeals become mixed with the delectable sounds of Caleb’s deep rumble of a voice, saying something I can’t quite make out. Whatever it is, it’s obvious he’s cheerful. Enthralled, I’d even say. And a second later, the same song Caleb played yesterday for Raine—the one he said is called “Fool in the Rain”—begins blaring.
I enter the kitchen and discover the pair bopping in place to the song while making breakfast together.
Caleb looks up with a smile when he notices me. “Good morning,” he says brightly. “How’d you sleep, beautiful?”
“Beee-yootiful!” Raine echoes, making Caleb laugh.
“Yes, she is.” Caleb’s green eyes are positively sparkling. “Very, very beautiful.”
Fuck. I thought having sex with Caleb—three times—last night would get him out of my system. Help me resist him, once and for all. But no such luck. He’s even hotter today than last night. Especially when he calls me “beautiful,” while dancing with Raine to an absolute bop of a song.
“I slept great,” I manage. “For the few hours I got, anyway.”
Caleb snickers, knowing full well he’s the reason I barely got a wink of sleep.
His incredible mouth. Those talented fingers. That relentless dick. All of a sudden, all of it is flickering across my mind.
“What about you?” I ask. “How’d you sleep?”
Caleb pops a blueberry into his mouth and winks. “Aubrey Capshaw, I can honestly say I got the best damned sleep I’ve ever had in my entire bleeping life last night.”
“Best darn sleep.”
“Oh yeah. Shoot.” His chuckle rumbles through the kitchen. “I made a stack of blueberry for you, by the way.” He points to a plate of pancakes on the counter. “A little birdie told me that’s your favorite, Auntie Aubbey.”