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Ev sighs as Deuce and Bear come into my room, Bear on his shoulders, ducking to enter. “We ready to roll or what, my people?” Deuce offers as Bear tugs at his long hair to hold on.
“Ready,” I say, lifting my son from his shoulders. “I’ll take him over.”
Ev hooks a thumb toward the open bedroom door, where the hallway leads to the living room. “She’s here. I asked her to watch him here tonight, since he’ll need to go to sleep. Figured that would be better.”
Sweat forms beneath my arms, and the back of my neck grows hot. I was just thinking about Dolly, and now I feel guilty knowing she’s just a few feet away.
And strangely, my cock thickens a little at the mention of her name.
“Fine, that’s fine,” I say as I clear my throat. I hold my son’s hand as we filter out of my room, finding a smiling Dolly standing in the center of the living room with her hands behind her back.
“Hello again, Grizzly,” she beams, looking directly at my son, like greeting him is the most important thing. And I like that. But I can’t deny that I suddenly find myself liking her eyes on me, when they do come.
“Have fun on your date tonight.” She smiles as she says it, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. What’s that about, I wonder. Maybe she had plans tonight and felt guilty turning me down?
“I’m sorry if you had plans tonight—” I start, but am cut off by her response, which stops my heart for a moment.
“There is nowhere I’d rather be on a Friday night than in this house, with this little boy.” She smiles at Bear who rushes through the room, crashing into her with an open-armed hug. Whispering, he looks up, asking, “Can we skip stones tonight?’
I don’t know what she answers, because my brain goes into a temporary state of suspension.
There is nowhere I’d rather be on a Friday night than in this house, with this little boy.
Truth held her voice steady and solid, and the way she always embraces my son only speaks to the authenticity of her words. Adjusting my collar, I stroke my pulse in my throat, finding it chaotic and quick. I watch Dolly, whose golden hair is down around her shoulders, damp and drying. She just showered before she came here.
I turn away, shoving my wallet into my back pocket as I internally chastise myself for thinking of her in the shower.
What in the world has gotten into me?
Fuck.
Ev is right, though as my sister she’s not gonna want to hear what exactly she’s right about. I don’t know about needing a relationship, but I do need to startseeingwomen.
All these things I’m thinking about Dolly are a direct result of not being laid in a long time. And all the ignoring I’ve been doing of those needs… It's catching up to me.Clearly.
Because I know I have no business eyeing a girl like Dolly. Hell, when I got my driver’s license and took my horseDixon out for a ride, she was aninfantjust gurgling and crying.
I need to get laid.
I need to reroute my brain so that I don’t end up mentally defiling the gorgeous young babysitter from next door.
“Ready,” I tell Ev and Deuce, who are whispering and hugging, something they’ve been doing more and more as the wedding date approaches. “All right, love birds, are we gonna go?”
Ev giggles, turning to face Dolly. “Thanks so much for coming here, and for doing bedtime.”
Dolly smiles as she opens a bag of goodies at the kitchen table, Bear’s hands dunking inside immediately. “Of course. You know you can always rely on me,” she says, speaking to Ev while her eyes come to mine. “Always.”
Needful, heavy, all-consuming heat wraps my spine, and I pull open the door to take advantage of the cool air. “Thanks, Dolly,” I call, having to put effort into my tone sounding even keel.
Ev and Deuce follow me out, and fifteen minutes later, the four of us are parked in a booth at the diner, Tiffani sitting next to my sister but directly across from me. I wish she would’ve sat next to me because I’d much rather watch Deuce deep throat his chili dog than stare at a woman I don’t know while she envisions what my cock looks like as she tries to impress me with shit I couldn’t give a fuck less about.
When we arrived, she was standing near the hostess station. Tight blue jeans and tall leather boots eating up her calves, a fitted turtleneck giving away her shapeand cup size, Tiffani’s hair shone beneath the bright diner lights. She smiled and we exchanged a hug, I told her she looked nice, and then we sat down.
I’ve managed to ask all of the questions that Ev prompted me with, and in my mind, when I envisioned this date, I thought as I asked the questions, I’d slowly become more interested. I figured by the end of the night, I’d have laughed more than I thought, spoken more than I planned, and had a better time than I ever imagined. I envisioned my sister punching my bicep, saying, “I told you.”
Except, the more Tiffani talks, the more I find my mind drifting to Dolly.
I wonder what she and Bear are doing right now. I think she brought her paints, and I remember the painting of the creek last Saturday. I love that she knows what matters to him and helps him create art around it. It’s thoughtful and sweet, but that’s her.
