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I leaned down until we were eye to eye and then saw her eyes fall to my lips again. Fuck, why did she have to look there? Now I was thinking about fucking and spanking her at the same time.
Hmm, maybe you could do both.
The sexual desire matched my anger head for head, and I truly didn’t know which one would win over. Until she jumped back when we both heard the door open.
“Um, Charlie, Mom’s on the phone for—” The boy—my son—blinked a little when he spotted me. “Wow. You’re jacked as heck. Are you Charlie’s boyfriend?”
Now, looking at his face, the resemblance was unmistakable. He had his mother’s blonde hair and coloring, but his eyes were the same as mine. So was his stature, his long lanky frame reminding me of my younger self.
My chest started squeezing tightly as he blinked at me. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was.
“Um, no. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend.” Charlotte looked frantic as she stared between the two of us. The panic was clear in her features, and she was somehow pleading with me to help her out. I cocked my eyebrows and watched her.Help her? Why the fuck would I do that?
I stared at her, and she turned back to Casey. “He’s just an old friend.”
“Oh,” Casey said curiously. “How come we have like almost the same eye color?”
“Um, that’s how we became friends,” Charlotte said, her voice nearly squeaky from panic. “I told him that he looked like my nephew, and he laughed. Right?”
She turned to me for confirmation, but I didn’t give it to her. It wasn’t even a good lie. Any other kid would have been suspicious, but the boy must be the trusting type because he just shrugged and took her word for it.
“Do you do karate?” he asked me.
I shook my head.
“You don’t fight?”
“Not karate,” I amended, and his eyes glittered with excitement.
“What do you do then? MMA? Cause you look like you fight in the MMA. I wanted to do MMA, but Charlie says it’s too dangerous—”
“Casey,” Charlotte said, interrupting him. “Can you head back in for a few seconds and let me finish up here with my friend?”
“Uh, sure.” He seemed taken aback by her abruptness. “Oh, but you should probably go to the landline first. Mom is at the doctor’s visit with Dad, and she can’t tell which of his medications he takes at night and which ones he takes in the morning.”
Charlotte sighed. “I tell her this like every other day. The Zithromax is for the night.” She started heading for the door while Casey was still looking at me. Then, he turned around to follow her too. I headed in with the both of them, and the minute I walked in the door, Charlie turned to glance at me with fear in her eyes.
With just one look, I dared her to stop me.
She couldn’t.
No one could.
“Please,” she murmured one final time once Casey was out of earshot and on his way back upstairs.
Before I could answer her, she picked up the phone and held it against her ears, turning away to talk into it. As she spoke, though, Casey must have changed his mind because he came back down, armed with his phone.
He was eyeing me curiously once more, particularly the tattoo that colored my arm.
“Where did you get that?” he asked.
“At some junkyard,” I responded, and he looked surprised by the answer.
He nodded. “It’s pretty cool. I want one when I get older.”
“You shouldn’t. They hurt like a bitch and start to look ugly after some time.”
“For real?” His eyes widened.
