Now, why was the first thing that came to my mind when I stripped off all my clothes and ducked under the warm water, that mom I met in the line as we stacked the chairs?Naomi was her name.And her kids were Honor and Austin.I made sure to commit all three names to memory.
She was very pretty.
Kind of gave off a bit of a farm-baby vibe with her light-brunette hair in braided pigtails, the curls coming down over her temples, and her denim overalls with the olive-colored, long-sleeve shirt underneath.It was cute, and it suited her.
Did she work on a farm?
Were there very many farms on the island?
Was she single?
Before I knew it, my cock was hard, and I had it in my palm as thoughts of Naomi, smiling at me in nothing but those overalls—no shirt this time—and those sexy pigtails raced through my mind.
I’d never had a girlfriend before, never been in a relationship.Mabel’s mother and I …
Nope.
I wasn’t going to think about her.
Not right now.
Not with the sexy,wantedthoughts of Naomi running through my mind.She was definitely a woman I found myself attracted to, and someone I wouldn’t mind getting to know better.
In no time, my thoughts had turned even filthier, to Naomi on her knees—still wearing those overalls—smiling up at me, her green eyes sparkling.
The pressure in my lower belly and balls increased, and before I knew it, I was coming onto the tile wall of my en suite bathroom shower, then watching it circle the drain.
I exhaled in relief and rested my free hand against the wall, keeping my eyes closed and allowing the aftershocks of my orgasm to ripple through me.
It was just shy of eleven o’clock when I finally crawled into bed, my balls empty, my brain full of what tomorrow was going to bring, and my heart full from seeing my daughter so happy as she sketched the owl.
I plugged in my phone, turned off the lamp, rolled over, and closed my eyes.
I was just drifting off when my phone pinged with a familiar, unique alert.
I sat up and grabbed my phone, seeing Kai’s name at the top of the text message.
I opened it, and my body turned to ice.
Her parole hearing is on Saturday.
CHAPTER THREE
Naomi
“Handmethecrescentwrench,” I said from my back as I was tucked under Gabrielle’s bathroom sink.
“Which one is that?”my cousin asked.
I sighed.“It has a red handle.”I wiggled my finger and pointed in the general direction of my toolbox.
A moment later, the metal handle of the wrench touched my palm.I gripped it and brought it under the sink to tighten.I wore a headlamp so I could see what I was doing.Gabrielle had texted me earlier today to say that there was a leak under her bathroom sink, and did I think I could fix it.
I’ll be honest, I was a little offended.
Of course I could fix it.While I wasn’t a certified plumber or anything, I had watched enough YouTube videos that I knew my way around a sink.There wasn’t much on the property I couldn’t fix.
One thing that I wanted the universe to understand beyond a shadow of a doubt was that I didn’t need a man for a damn thing.Not to kill a spider, not to unscrew a pickle jar lid, fix a leaky pipe, or anything else the patriarchy might tell us women are incapable of doing.
