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)
“Not sure. Wes said he needs to talk, and he’s sitting at the curb. Hopefully, this won’t take too long, and it won’t end like the last round.” Yeah, he’s worried, judging by the tone in his voice, the way he’s staying closer to the dresser instead of coming closer, though that could have a lot to do with us both being naked and not wanting to get riled up again.
“All you can do is try. I’ll stay in the bedroom. You two do your thing, and I’ll be here when he leaves.” I bend down to snatch my nightgown from the floor while still sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling it over my head to cover my body.
“Damn it, he has the worst fucking timing. By the time I climb back in bed, you’ll be conked the hell out.” Truer words have never been spoken. When I’m asleep, that’s it.
“You can wake me up. I wouldn’t mind picking up where we left off.” Usually, when I’m in bed, that’s it. Unless it’s Trace going after me in the middle of the night. I’ll be in the deepest sleep possible, he’ll get the urge to have me. And he does, sliding his cock between the lips of my pussy waking me up in the best way possible, or like the other night, he was inside me, taking me while I wasn’t awake. Only him biting my nipple had me waking up and enjoying the rest of him fucking me into oblivion.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” I nod. He grabs a pair of shorts out of the dresser and slides them up his legs, settling them low on his hips, showing off the deep V along his lower abdomen.
“I really, really did.” I scoot back on the mattress until I can kick the covers down enough to cover myself up. If I were to get up and meet Trace halfway, we’d never leave the room, and his talk wouldn’t happen.
“I’ll see if I can do something about that. Be back.” Trace doesn’t get the memo of me trying to keep my hands off him. The short trip between us is eaten up in a few steps, then his head is dipping down, lips capturing mine, hand going to the back of my neck while his thumb slides along slope of my neck. “I wasn’t leaving, babe, not without a kiss,” he says, pulling back, entirely too fast for my liking.
“Hurry back,” I tell him. He nods, then I’m left watching his muscular build as he walks out the door.
31
TRACE
Tonight took a turn I wasn’t expecting. Walking away from Josie with blue balls is for the fucking birds. I love my son, but his timing is not helping his case whatsoever. Leaving Josie wasn’t on my list of things to do tonight. Sliding inside her warm, wet cunt was the one thing I’d been looking forward to all night. Not sure that will be happening now. I hit the kitchen and walk through the room in order to reach the door that leads out to the garage. Even though Josie said she wouldn’t mind staying in the room to give us a chance to talk, there’s no way. I’ve already been a basket case, sick with worry over my boy and how he’s handled the situation. My woman doesn’t need him to spew a line of shit yet again. The turning of a handle, the pressing of a button, and the garage door whirls open, lights turning on automatically as it does. There, standing outside in the driveway, hands in his pockets, leaning against my truck is Wes, the light to my dark features, more of his mother shining through his looks every day.
“Wes, you okay?” He looks forlorn, shoulders slumped, and the mop on top of his head is a mess from running his hands through it, probably from stress. I’d like to say I feel sorry for my son, but the sad truth is he’s got no one to blame except himself. Unsure if I should grab beer or a bottle of liquor with the way he hesitates, I watch as he inhales deeply, holding the breath before exhaling.
“Not so sure. I think only time will tell. Raquel’s pregnant. I fucked up so bad, and now there’s no fixing what I’ve broken.” Fuck me sideways. This is the least thing I was expecting. Raquel left Blue Valley, moved all her shit out of the small house she was renting and headed north to live with her sister. Nothing was holding her back, definitely not Wes, since he committed the ultimate betrayal in a relationship. “Yeah, I was stunned silent, too, when she finally answered my call. The words she used, they hurt. Sometimes, the truth does that. Anyways, I know I don’t want to be a version of Mom. I came here to apologize. I’ve got a lot to atone for. It’s going to take time. Raquel isn’t going to take me back, and honestly, I don’t deserve her. All this is to say I’m sorry, Dad, so damn sorry.” He chokes back the tears, and I do the only thing a father can do. My boy is hurting. While I don’t agree with what he’s done, I am going to be there for him, which is why I’m taking the last few steps that separate us, my hand goes to the back of his head, the other wrapping around his upper back, and I pull him in for a hug, allowing him to fall apart for a few moments. It feels like this was me not long ago, being told I was a father, Wes’s mom telling me similar, except it seems my boy is learning a fuck ton of lessons the hard way, hitting rock bottom differently.