Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Drew pulls a face like Selena’s comment is ridiculous. “I’m the one who told you to stop hiding your secret boyfriend in the first place, remember? The real question is if you’re comfortable introducing him to Grandpa. Although, in my opinion, you shouldn’t care what Grandpa thinks of Grayson. Who cares that he’ll see that your secret boyfriend can’t grow a beard to save his life. Who cares if Grandpa finds out Grayson not only knows how to play Dungeons & Dragons, but he’s also geeked out of his mind to play with a bunch of fourteen-year-olds? All that matters is that you like him, exactly the way he is, and he treats you right.”
A chortle escapes my mouth. Damn. The kid’s a fucking savage.
“Andrew De La Torre,” Selena chastises. “You’re being rude. Apologize to Grayson.”
“That’s not necessary,” I interject. I flash Drew a big, goofy smile that nonverbally confirms he’s pegged me right, top to bottom—especially the part about me being totally geeked to spend time with him—and Drew returns my smile with one of his own. I add, “There wasn’t a false word spoken.”
With a scolding glare, Selena hands her son the bowl of popcorn. “Go on,” she says. “Get back to your party. You know, the one you brazenly lied to my face about?”
Drew tosses a popped kernel into his mouth. “Off I go, Mother Dear. Thanks for the popcorn. Have fun, kids.” As he saunters away, he tosses over his shoulder, “I’m looking forward to Thursday, Grayson.”
“Me, too.”
“Really?” he replies, his tone playful. “I couldn’t tell.”
“Drew,” Selena chastises. But I can’t help smiling. Yup. He’s definitely got me pegged. I’m the human equivalent of a Golden Retriever, and I can’t even pretend otherwise.
When Drew is gone, I exhale and say, “And here I thought he’d invited me to play his little reindeer game because he likes me. But it was only to make fun of my shiny, red nose.”
Selena makes a sympathetic face. “He does like you. He gave you a hard time as a means of indirectly razzing me for hiding you for so long. He does like you, though. It’s obvious.”
“I like him, too. The kid is whip smart.”
“More like a smartass.”
I slide my palms across her hips and rest them on her ample ass. “I know how much you value honesty, so I feel like I should confess: I lied to your son just now. I don’t actually remember how to play Dungeons & Dragons. I played it once in middle school and sucked so badly, they never invited me back.”
Selena laughs. “That’s what Google is for.” She lays her cheek against my chest and squeezes me tight. “I can’t believe how good it feels to have you here. How natural it feels for you to meet Drew. I thought it would be this big, scary thing, but it felt so right.”
I kiss the top of her head. “That’s because we’re meant to be, baby. We’re fate—and nothing and nobody will ever convince me otherwise.”
15
SELENA
“Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out, kids!” I sing out through my toothy smile, which causes Grayson to chuckle next to me. We’re standing shoulder-to-shoulder on my front porch, waving pleasantly to the four teenagers climbing into Eddie’s mom’s SUV. And not a moment too soon, I might add.
“Bye now, ya little cock-blockers,” Grayson adds, through his wide smile. Which, in turn, makes me laugh even harder.
The minute the SUV disappears around a corner, I shout, “Freedom!” before grabbing Grayson’s hand and practically dragging him toward my front door. “It’s finally time for you to fuck me in my own bed, baby.”
“Yes, MILF.”
We enter the foyer. “Is this going to be a thing?” I ask playfully. “You calling me ‘MILF?’”
Grayson shrugs. “Only when I’m turned on. As a horny teenager, fucking a hot MILF in her big, fancy house was one of my hottest fantasies.”
“How fun for me to be able to make your teenage fantasies a reality.”
Midway up the staircase, when Grayson asks a question about one of the many family photos on the wall, I pause on a step and pivot toward him.
“Sweetheart, I promise I’ll tell you every story behind every photo—after you’ve fucked me into complete exhaustion in my bed. But right now, I want your eyeballs staring at my ass in your face as we climb the staircase and your brain focused on what you’re going to do to make me come.”
Grayson smiles. “Yes, MILF.” He pinches my ass when I continue climbing the staircase and murmurs, “That’s one hell of a bitable ass.”
In my bedroom, we lose our clothes with record speed and crash into each other with hungry lips. For a few moments, we kiss and grope each other’s naked flesh in the middle of my bedroom, letting our arousal rise and heat to a near-boil, at which point we move to the bed and begin making out horizontally.