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GIBSON
Iwake to an onslaught of texts the next day, all from one person. A fucker of a person to boot. I’d overheard Bridget telling Simon that Charis and Stone were taking the kids to the park for a sunset kind of picnic. Yeah, I was bitter and had taken it out on Stone.
Doctor Asshole:Charis has so much love to share with both of us. I know you think it’s wrong, but we have this connection and honestly, she’s attracted to both you and me.
Doctor Asshole:She was honest about seeing you. I didn’t shy away from telling her it doesn’t bother me.
Doctor Asshole:Because, Teach, you know how I’d love to be between you and her. My dick sliding into you, as you slide into her.
Holy hell, does he have to be this visual when I have morning wood like crazy already? One small stroke and I’ll explode everywhere. The texts of torture at this point don’t stop.
Doctor Asshole:That’s hot, isn’t it? I mean, I imagined her riding me all night. So, there’s another visual for you, too.
Doctor Asshole:I guess you’re not up yet, or maybe you’re just ignoring me. If you may not be able to tell, I’m very hard to ignore.
Yeah, tell me something I’ve not yet fucking figured out.
Doctor Asshole:Hey, I know you’re all freaked the fuck out and shit. I’d planned the day with you while Jett is at football. As a matter of fact, Bridget and Simon are taking him to a movie today, so I have more time.
But he’d sent me more before I’d woke, and I’m scrolling through each one, letting my guard down when it comes to Stone O’Leary.
Doctor Asshole:Teach, you’re killing me here. Seriously, just get your arse over here, and we’ll watch a movie. Or if you’re not up to that, I’d planned on power washing my house, you could help me. I wouldn’t mind seeing you all wet. Yeah, new plan, wear a white T-shirt.
A thought occurs to me as I read this last message of his.
Me:You power wash your own house, really?
Dots appear underneath my text, and I don’t set down the phone.
Doctor Asshole:Well, good. You’re not dead. I would have been sad. And no, I don’t power wash my house. I was trying to find something where we’re busy and I’m not too much of a temptation. Oh, and bring a white T-shirt, too.
Ah, this asshole. Why do assholes draw me in?
Me:And me in a white T-shirt isn’t going to be a temptation?
The phone rings, his name and number on the incoming call. “Hey, Teach, thought I’d just call you really quick to use my prowess of persuasion to get your fine arse over here for the day.”
Well, shit, he’s a cute asshole. What the hell have the powers above done to me?
“You may think too highly of yourself, Doctor O’Leary,” I jest.
His deep almost angelic chuckle from a man I also know can be the world’s largest horse’s ass fills me with indecisiveness. I want to stand strong, but I can’t, or is that I simply won’t.
“Now, that’s not nice, Teach. I mean, I’m pulling out all the stops. And I’m not kidding, no hanky-panky for us, until we all know what we want. I want you and Charis. You want me.” I clear my throat as to argue with him, but he’s too quick and cuts me off. “Don’t start that shit with me, Teach, I know better, but let me continue anyway. You want Charis and me. And obs our sexy nurse has a thing for the both of us.”
This time I cut him off, a loud hackle leaving my lips. “You have what eight to ten years of higher education and you, old man, use the word obs?”
“Whatevs,” he retorts. “It’s obs I have a five-year-old boy who rubs off on my proper Irish-English etiquette.” He gives me just the briefest laugh. “Anyway, like I was saying, we might as well ride this out to see where it goes.”
He’s not wrong, I like him, and there had been the most immediate attraction to Charis, as there had been with Stone.
But my concerns are of many. I could list them, but the one I keep going back to is that I’d not continue to teach, if ever caught.
“Nice try, Stone, but I’m sticking to my guns here.” I mean it, and I hang up without any more discussion. I have the most resolve to keep to my word, but then again, when the connection between us is severed by ending our phone call, I know I’m going to have to try much harder if I’m ever able to resist Stone O’Leary.
* * *
The house is quiet.I don’t hear a peep. Nothing from the twins or Brandon. Bridget isn’t rustling around the kitchen. And through Stone I knew they had a family day planned.
