Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
I unlock my phone. Jameson’s text is on the screen.
Jameson: Damn, she hasn’t done that in a while. Is everything okay? You think something triggered it? Take whatever you need and call me when JoJo is taking a nap. I want you in my bed with nothing but my clothes on.
“It’s your daddy. He was making sure I didn’t fall asleep, and you weren’t painting the house.” I wink at her. She nods, then gets back to playing.
Me: I don’t think so. More like she got excited and forgot to go. As for your request, you’ll have to wait and see. Talk soon. I’ve got a little girl who is very demanding, exactly like her daddy.
“I no paint da house.” I get the shampoo ready to tackle her hair, knowing the conditioner is going to need to soak in before I can get the tangles out, and then leaving a bit in for her curls.
“No?” Josephine shakes her head.
“No, only da wall. Once.” She tips her head back, laughing at her joke, and I join in. Josephine Evans is one in a million and will always keep you on your toes.
23
JAMESON
“Where are my girls at?” I shout, opening up the door to the house after getting off much earlier than I ever anticipated. The guys and I decided we’d work through lunch. We were all ready for an early day. Not taking an hour break then shooting the shit for another thirty minutes had us wrapping up early. It wasn’t until got in my truck and pulled out my phone that I saw the picture Kody sent. It’s a damn good thing, too. Jesus, the woman is going to give me a damn run for my money. Or a stroke. Or both. Either way, it’s a good thing I don’t do shit that’s bad for my health. Working out has been harder with Emma gone, and I need to make more time for it, especially with Kody in my life. The pictures she sent me have my damn heart nearly beating out of my chest, dick staying in a permanent state of hardness, and if I don’t get some cardio in somewhere, I’ll keel over. The latest image from her, I’ll be saving forever. Hell, I might even get it framed and make it a permanent fixture in my bedroom. Kody in nothing but my shirt on, nipples pebbled through the thin white cotton, sitting on the edge of my bed with a fuck-me look on her face. Son of a bitch, it didn’t end there either. Her legs were straddling the mattress, legs open on either side, hands between them, giving the effect that she’s using them. But when you look closely, she’s holding the shirt in place, which molded my borrowed shirt to her curvy little body. It didn’t leave much to the imagination; at least it didn’t to me, especially after having my mouth on her bare cunt. I want one of her completely bare. The only thing covering her tits and pussy will be her long dark hair, strategically placed.
It wasn’t only her body made my cock swell and decide to make me detour to Shaun’s. It was the look of desire written in her soulful eyes and pouty lips. A quick phone call to Shaun and a fifteen-minute trip out of the way had me stopping at his place to pick up a few of her things. Then I was on my way to the house. I should feel like a damn creep going through her drawers and picking out what she’d have to wear tomorrow, along with a few toiletries. I don’t, though. I grabbed a bag Kody had hanging on the closet doorknob and deposited everything in it, forgoing pajamas because she’ll be sleeping in my bed tonight, naked.
Now I’m home, and the house is quiet; the television isn’t on like it usually is. There’s an aroma of dinner in the air, and I can’t quite put my nose on what’s simmering on the stove. I kick my boots off, close the door, and walk further into the house. My first stop is going to be the kitchen. After skipping lunch, I’m more than ready to eat an early dinner. The house is in its normal state, picked up except for a few toys on the floor and other stuff on the coffee table, usually a puzzle, but today, it looks like a board game. I mosey toward the kitchen, find a pot on the stove, and I lift the lid. Damn, Kody’s the fucking best. She’s got a stew simmering, and now that I know what we’re having for dinner, a dinner I didn’t ask for her to cook, my stomach grumbles in hunger. She took that upon herself, and fuck, am I loving it. I put the lid back on and make my way out of the kitchen and toward the hallway. On the islands sits a new piece of artwork, and judging by the lack of anything new lying around, I’d guess my girls didn’t hit up the store like Kody mentioned she would.