Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“Mm, that’s tough.”
“I can’t walk at all as the Little Mermaid. I guess I’m just in bed all the time, waiting to suck your dick and sing you songs.”
If there’s a right answer, I don’t know what it is. No one’s ever amused me like she does, though.
“I mean, I could get used to that.”
“No sex ever again, though.”
I put my hand on her hip, her scent and her closeness making my cock stiffen. “Yeah, I’d have more of you in the Viking head scenario, so I’m going with that one.”
She smiles and I know I answered right. “I’m going to get some apple pie and water. Do you want anything?”
“Water would be good.”
“Can you stay for a few hours? You’d have to leave before the boys get up, because we don’t do men staying the night.”
“Sure.”
She’s so damn beautiful, even in a robe with her makeup off and her hair wild. Even though this is different from our usual time together, I like it. We don’t have a conventional relationship, but Jules is important to me, and we’re more than just sex.
Now that I know she’s not dumping me, I can enjoy the rest of our time away from work.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jules
“Aunt Jules.” A little hand gently pats my cheek. “Wake up.”
“Hm?” I lift my head from the pillow, groggy.
“Who is that, Aunt Jules?”
It’s Cooper, and he’s pointing at ... oh, shit. Noel is sound asleep beside me. We vowed to not fall asleep and then we both did. Now I have to figure out how to handle it.
“Oh. That’s, uh ... that’s my friend Noel.”
“Your friend?”
“Yeah, he’s a work friend. He wanted to say Happy Thanksgiving, so he came over.”
Coop, who accepts us telling him that Santa and the Tooth Fairy are watching his every move, doesn’t buy what I’m saying. “But why is he in your bed?”
“We were both tired and we fell asleep. Go play on your tablet and I’ll be out soon to make cinnamon rolls.”
Noel sits up in bed, looking around my room in the daylight.
“Hey,” he says, his voice deep.
“Do you want to play cars?” Coop asks him.
Noel arches his brows and looks at me, unsure what to say.
“Go play on your tablet,” I tell Coop again. “If you don’t go now, I’ll give Eli the cinnamon roll with the most frosting.”
That gets through to him. He practically runs from the room.
“I’m sorry,” Noel whispers as soon as we’re alone. “I can’t believe I fell asleep.”
“It’s okay. At least we weren’t naked.”
“I’ll get out of here.” He gets out of bed.
Shit. Blair’s going to kill me. But not before she embarrasses me in front of Noel again like she did with that stalker daddy comment.
“No.” I get out of bed and take my robe off. We talked for hours, and at some point, I fell asleep on top of my bed in my bathrobe. “Don’t race out of here like we did something wrong. Just play it cool and stay for a few minutes.”
“You sure?” He picks his shoes up.
“Yeah. Take the bathroom if you need it because I’ll be longer than you.”
He takes less than a minute, and then he leaves my room and I go into the bathroom and rush through my bare-minimum morning routine.
Shit, shit, shit. I dab serum under my eyes with one hand while brushing my teeth with the other. Blair could be out there showing him middle school pictures of me. I was in my chunky headband and colorful eyeshadow era, and I was awkward as fuck.
Once I’m done in the bathroom, I rush to my closet and change into black leggings and a purple T-shirt that says, “Main Character.” I slip back into my Grinch slippers and hurry toward the kitchen.
“Let’s go play in my room.” Coop is leading Noel away by the hand.
“He can’t stay long,” I say.
Noel grins at me. “He was telling me about his racetrack. I want to see it.”
I think I might be pregnant now, just from seeing Coop’s little hand in Noel’s huge one. I just nod, not trusting anything I might say.
Since I smell coffee, I know Blair’s up. When I walk into the kitchen, she’s grinning. She approaches me at the coffeepot, speaking in a low tone. “Thanks for the warning.”
“It wasn’t planned. He was going to leave, but we fell asleep.”
“Your hand is unsteady, let me.” She takes the coffeepot from my hand.
“He’s not staying long,” I repeat.
“Long enough for your homemade cinnamon rolls, I hope. I’m making bacon and eggs, too.”
She passes me the mug and I take a fortifying sip.
“Coop grabbed him as soon as he walked into the living room and he was so nice about it,” she says.
“Where’s Eli?”
“Still sleeping.”
I glance at the clock. It’s 7:43 a.m. I guess if Noel and I were going to screw up and fall asleep together, it’s better that we did it now instead of on a road trip, when we could’ve been caught by players. Or worse, Talia.