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)
I slide a hand over her hip. “I get it. You need an older, more experienced man to take charge and tell you what a good girl you are.”
Something flashes in her eyes—I think it’s arousal. “There’s one older, more experienced man in particular, yes.”
I brush her hair back from her face, studying her face. “He’s a lucky bastard.”
“He is. I hear he has a bad hip, though. I’m not sure how long he’ll be able to keep up with me in bed.”
I laugh at that. It’s the best laugh I’ve had in a long time. My right hip has bothered me since I was a player. It’s manageable, but I have to stretch it often.
“Now who’s the stalker?” I tease.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get on top anytime you want so you can rest your old, weary hip.”
I run my hand down to her ass, squeezing one cheek and then smacking it. “Won’t be an issue, beautiful. But you can get on top of me anytime you want.”
She’s radiant, her smile pleased. I never called women I was with pet names because it felt off. It was never me. I’m gruff and affectionate; words don’t come easily to me.
They do with Jules, though. And tonight, I get her all to myself. It is a little risky to be staying here together, but I couldn’t resist her any longer.
If there are consequences for this, I’ll make sure I’m the one to pay them.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jules
Five Weeks Later
Eli furrows his brow, looking from the plate I just set aside, and then back to me.
“What’s special about that part of it?”
“Your mom hasn’t told you?”
Blair glances up from the potatoes she’s peeling at the kitchen table. “I thought I did. I must have forgotten. In our family, there’s a tradition where boys eat a special part of a turkey on Thanksgiving when they’re seven.”
He looks at the plate again. “Okay. What part is it?”
“It’s the turkey’s penis,” I say matter-of-factly.
Cooper howls with amusement from nearby. Eli’s eyes widen in horror. I almost feel bad about pranking him. Almost. The turkey neck was practically begging me and Blair to use it as a prank prop.
“It tastes just like the rest of it,” I assure him. “Lots of protein in a turkey penis.”
He steps back from the kitchen counter. “I’m not eating that.”
Blair gives him a mock understanding look. “You have to, Eli. There are special nutrients in it.”
He cringes. “Can Coop eat half of it?”
“No!” Coop cries.
“He’ll have to when he’s seven,” I say. “This year it’s your turn.”
“Back to work, Eli,” Blair says. “Get that dip stirred.”
Our Thanksgivings are small, but fun. We always play dance music and prepare a huge feast. After we eat in the afternoon, we change into pajamas and watch movies, eating dessert when we get hungry enough.
Blair shoots me a quick, amused look as Eli returns to stirring the ranch dip he’s making. We’re planning to let him in on the joke later today, and we’ll ask him not to spoil it so we can play the same prank on his brother in two years.
“Oh! It’s my jam!” Blair cries when “Uptown Funk” starts. “Dance break!”
When someone calls for a dance break, we all have to pause what we’re doing and dance. We’re always over the top, none of us worried about being silly in front of each other.
I’m off work for the next four days, and I’m looking forward to the time with Blair and the boys, but I already miss Noel. We’ve been seeing each other as often as we can for the past five weeks.
He’s sent beautiful flowers to the office for me weekly, always signing the card “SD” for Stalker Daddy. I get giddy every time.
With our work schedule, we rarely go more than one day without seeing each other, even though we have to pretend in front of others that our relationship is professional only. The stolen glances and secret kisses only build anticipation for when we get to be together for real.
On road trips, one of us sneaks into the other’s room as soon as it’s safe, returning to our own room with just enough time to shower and leave for the next flight. We don’t always stay at hotels—sometimes the team takes off after road games for our next destination.
Those nights are the hardest for me—when Noel is one row behind me on the plane. So close, but I have to pretend I’m not dying to be next to him.
I’m a little jealous of Lucien and Talia. They get to be together all the time. So much that they don’t sit together on flights.
Noel is with his kids today. He’s excited about hosting dinner at his house for Chloe, Chase, Talia, Lucien, and Audra. His brother, Jack, is also coming with his wife and one of their kids.