Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I bite out, looking down the stairs at the front door, which I can see from where we are.
“Oh, my God,” she whispers, and my eyes fly to hers. I know in an instant that not only is she freaked, but she’s also going to bolt the second I take my weight away.
“Bridgett.”
“I’m so sorry.” She tries to scoot back on the couch.
“Babe.”
“I don’t know what happened.”
“Look at me, Bridgett.”
“I just—”
“Babe.” I grab her jaw, not hard but enough to get her attention. “Look where you are.”
“What?” She blinks, and I place my face over hers.
“You’re under me.”
“I—”
“I’ve wanted to kiss you since you told me the difference between expensive chocolate chips and the cheap shit you get at the grocery store.”
“You have?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Oh.” She swallows, then jerks when the doorbell goes off again.
I swear to God, I’m going to kill whoever that is.
“Are we good?” I keep my eyes locked on hers, then wait for her to nod before moving and helping her up.
“I’m going to, um…” She smooths her hair, now in disarray, then starts down the stairs. “I’m going to put away the groceries.”
“I’ll get the door.” I follow behind her, then catch her around the waist when she stumbles on the steps going down. “You okay?” I ask against her ear—not meaning to, but it happens. The way her body responds in a shiver says she likes it, which makes me want to do it again.
“Yeah.” She clears her throat. “I’m okay.” I let her go, then stay close until we reach the bottom landing. As soon as she’s on solid ground, she rushes toward the kitchen while I head to the front of the house, adjusting myself.
Not that I need to do that. Because as soon as I look through the peephole and see my mother on the other side of the door, my dick deflates.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 13
MOM
Bridgett
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God….
I shakily go to the sink and turn the tap on cold so I can let the water run over my wrist to help cool me down. I can’t believe I kissed Noah, or that he kissed me back. Not just that, I can’t believe how flipping hot it was. I had no idea a person could be kissed like that. That you could practically orgasm from having a man’s mouth on you and just his hand on your breast. I close my eyes and try to pull myself together, at least on the outside. Because Lord knows I’m a mess right now on the inside.
When I hear a woman’s voice, my spine stiffens, then I hear Noah say, “Mom,” and my stomach bottoms out. I glance around the kitchen frantically for somewhere to hide as footsteps get closer, but just as I start to step toward the pantry, Noah comes around the corner, his mother a few steps behind him.
“Babe.” His gaze locks with mine, and I swear I see an apology in his eyes. “This is my mom, Rebecca. Mom, this is Bridgett.”
“Nice to finally meet you.” She steps toward me and startles me with a warm embrace.
“You too.” I hug her back awkwardly. I don’t know her, but I know of her. When Aiden was younger, he spent almost all his time at her house. I used to get so jealous of my brother because of his relationship with Noah and his family. They were always traveling for soccer—since he and Noah were on a team together—or going on trips to the lake or for weekends out of town. I wanted that. Wanted people who wanted me around. Because my mother made it very clear that I was an inconvenience, and my dad was always working. I was alone a lot, and that sucked. Okay, I wasn’t alone all the time. I did have the people my parents paid to hang out with me, but that’s not the same.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” she says, and I come out of my thoughts, finding her looking between Noah and me. “I was just in the area and thought I would stop by and see if you guys were home.”
“You’re not interrupting,” I assure her quickly, feeling my face get hot. “Noah and I were just moving a couch upstairs.”
His mom looks at him.
“I brought my bed over from the trailer and set it up for Bridgett in the spare room.”
“Good.” She gives him a nod of approval while my stomach flops all over the place. His gaze meets mine. I know he mentioned that he didn’t want me sleeping on the couch, but I had no idea he was giving me an actual bed to sleep in.
“I also cleaned out the desk in there so you can use it, and I pulled a ton of hangers from my closet so you can hang up your shit.”