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“Yes,” I reply, swallowing down the mouthful of drool.
Tonight’s the night…. I can feel it.
twenty
I CAN’T BE WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS SECRETS.
Hudson
I don’t know how to describe it but when I opened the door and laid eyes on Dolly, covered in scrapes, cuts and bruises, something happened to me.
Though no part of me is ever going to be okay with what I did to her photo in Las Vegas, I no longer feel the invisible barrier between us. In fact, I wanted to hug her right there on the porch. I wanted to feel her petite frame melded to mine, to hold the woman who risked her life to save my son. The same woman who has been there for me and my son for years…
As she strode past me, into the house, I saw things.
Christmases near the fireplace, with Bear inDolly’s lap, the two of them tearing through wrapping paper as they open gifts from Santa.
Dolly at the kitchen sink, bubbles up to her elbows, me by her side, catching her pinkie beneath the water as we wash dinner dishes.
Bear beneath a crisp white canopy, a little taller, a few more permanent teeth, and his hand in the hand of a smaller boy.Another son.
Hugging Dolly a few minutes ago felt better than it should have. Something in me that has been dormant for years was stirred to life. The thing that should’ve awoken in me with Tiffani was alive and kicking with Dolly in my arms.
I know had I hugged her a week ago and felt all that, I would’ve run. Hell, after I dumped a load all over her photo in Las Vegas, I was so ashamed that I’d asked Tiffani to sit with Bear for three hours.
Her age hasn’t changed in a week, yet everything is different.
She risked her life for Bear, who ismy life.
And now all of the things that I’d been trying to leave unnoticed are hard to ignore. Like the swell of her perky breasts as she bends over Bear, running the comb through his wet tangles. I have a perfect peek of her cleavage, and I turn to face the microwave in the kitchen, looking away from them as I get a flash of holding her tits together with my hands, and sliding my cock in between them, leaving proof of her unbelievable sexiness all over her chin and face.
Your son is thanking Dolly for helping him today, the way you coached him to do, so stop perving and fucking focus.After aquick tug at the crotch of my sweats, I collect the mugs of hot cocoa and meet them in the living room.
“Smells yummy,” Bear says when I carefully hand him a mug. “Thanks, Daddy.”
“You’re very welcome,” I tell him, passing Dolly a mug, with no marshmallows, the way I somehow know she likes. “I’m not sure how I know you don’t like marshmallows,” I admit, scratching at the back of my head as I sink into the large loveseat adjacent to them.
“You know me better than you realize. That’s what five years of being close does,” she says softly before leaning into Bear, whispering something in his ear.
He nods. “Yes! Can we tomorrow?”
Dolly smiles at him, and heat blooms behind my ribs. Seeing Everly with Bear is beautiful and I am so grateful to have such a wonderful sister. But seeing Dolly with Bear makes me remember why I wanted all the things I did back then.
Like a loving wife who is the best goddamn mom in the world, same as me and Everly had.
Someone who wants to be home with the kids, making bread and cooking meals, who can handle being married to a rancher and is okay with the demands of working the land, someone who doesn't mind living in a tiny town, in the country, no less.
A partner whom I trust with every ounce of myself, that’s what I really want. To have a confidant, a best friend and a lover.
Walking into my own bedroom to find Tessa’s mouth around my friend’s cock, well, that wasn’t the dream.
I decided right then and there that I’d never love again.It simply isn’t worth it and with a son in the equation, it’s double the loss and pain if something doesn’t work out.
But as Dolly walks Bear to his room, after he asked me if she could put him to bed while I finish making our dinner, the dreams I’d smothered, choked and forced down into darkness, have returned, more vibrant and beautiful than ever. And I want them as much as I did then.
I’ve never wanted them until Dolly.
Outside of Everly, I haven’t trusted a woman again, until today.
