Page 13 of Playing With Forever

There were plenty of places around here to take the boys fishing. I was shuffling thoughts of permission slips and where to find the funds for transportation around in my head when my phone vibrated.

I glanced at the screen.

It was an unknown local number. Unfortunately, unknown didn’t mean I could send it to voicemail.

“Excuse me one second.” I picked up my phone, tapped the green icon, and answered, “Hello?”

“Josie.” A deep, rumbly voice I knew well skated over my skin. Yes—over the phone, I could feel his voice coast over my flesh, such was the power of Evan Sanders.

“Evan, I’m in a meeting, but I was going to call you later.”

Upon hearing Evan’s name, both women stood, but it was Quinn who whispered, “We won’t keep you any longer. We’ll talk Monday and hammer out the details.”

“Excuse me, Evan.” I dropped my phone and gave the women my attention. “We’ll talk more Monday, but I love the idea. Luke’s too.”

With smiles and waves, they both scurried out of my office.

Unfortunately, they had the wrong impression, as did Lindy.

“Sorry, I’m back. Like I was saying, I was going to call you⁠—”

“Lindy told me she invited you over,” he cut in.

“Yes. I’m glad she asked for your permission.”

“My permission?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer that, especially when he sounded exasperated.

“Josie, she’s twenty, she doesn’t need my permission to invite people to her home.”

Okay, when he put it that way, permission sounded stupid.

“You’re right. Permission wasn’t the right word. However, in this case, I think her asking for your approval is relevant, don’t you?”

“She doesn’t know,” he strangely told me.

“She doesn’t know what?”

“That I’ve had you.”

Had me…

He had indeed had me, in a variety of ways.

I closed my eyes and fought back the mental images that were warring to take over. And not just images, if I concentrated hard enough, I could still hear him moan my name, I could hear his breath, I could hear his grunts, and I could hear him growling his release.

Thankfully he went on since I not only had no reply but all the oxygen in my lungs was now trapped. “Saying that, she’s up to something.”

“Yes,” I pushed out. “You should also know Quinn and Shiloh were here when she invited me over. Which also means she met Quinn.”

There was a beat of silence, then a grunted, “Fuck.”

That, too, skated over my skin, and I worked harder not to remember how good it felt when he grunted that very word as he held my hips and drove his cock in from behind.

“I’m sorry.”

“Nothing for you to be sorry about.” He blew out a breath and circled back to why he was calling. “Are you coming over?”