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“It should be done in ten minutes or so. Don’t let him suck you into whatever he’s working on. You came over to eat dinner, not tinker.” Man, she’s really starting to perfect her tough teacher/mom look. Although, that’s not really surprising since she took on the pseudo roll of our mom after she passed away from cancer when we were 15, 12, and 8.
I straighten up and salute her which results in her rolling her eyes and flipping me off as I head out the back door. My dad’s shop is the old shed at the back of the lot. Since he has the mechanic shop to tinker on his classic cars and motorcycle, his shop has all of his woodworking tools. I loved spending time out here with him as a kid and smelling like fresh cut wood after tackling a project together.
“Hey old man!”
“Well, well. The prodigal daughter has returned.” He opens his arms wide so I can slide in and get a good squeeze. Before I hug him, I give him a little punch to his now round belly. My dad has always been larger than life to me. He’s 6’3” with salt and pepper hair, but still built like a linebacker. He has a verydon’t mess with melook but is really a giant teddy bear who’s always ready with a smile.
“Yeah, yeah. I know it’s been a minute since I’ve made it to a family dinner, but I’m trying to do better. Landon, my sister’s, and now you have all made it abundantly clear that I’ve not been doing a very good job balancing my commitments.”
“Hey, slugger. I’m not trying to make you feel bad, and I’m sure your sisters aren’t either. It’s just not the same when you’re not here for family dinners. I want to have as many of them with you girls as I can. Hopefully one of you will be giving me some son-in-laws and grand babies soon to fill the rest of the empty seats at that gorgeous table I made for your mom. That was always one of her dreams, and I honestly can’t wait for it either.”
"Well, sorry to disappoint you there, but I don’t think you can count on me filling those seats any time soon. I feel like you’d have better luck with Spencer, or hell, even Emerson. That girl is so damn bubbly and loving that I’m surprised you don’t have guys knocking down your door on a daily basis asking to steal her away.”
“Yeah, I can’t argue with you there. Em really is all sunshine and daisies, but it’s definitely not a bad thing. So how are you and is it work or the house that’s been keeping you away.”
“It’s been both, but I have some news for you all so let’s head inside so I can tell you all together. Besides, I didn’t eat much at work today and whatever Spencer is cooking smells damn good.”
We make our way inside to see Spence and Emerson putting bowls and drinks on the table. Thankfully, my dad and I are both obsessed with the beer from our local brewery, so I know I’ll have something delicious to go with whatever amazing dish Spencer makes. We all sit down and start loading our plates to dig in. I can see Emerson squirming in her seat because she knows I have something to tell them, and she’s never been good at waiting.
“Spit it out, pipsqueak. What do you want to know?”
“Oh thank goodness. I thought you were going to make me wait through the whole dinner to tell me your news. So, what’s up?”
“Well, you all know how much I enjoy working on the house. Especially when you guys come and help me. But I’m finally ready to admit that it may be a little more than I can handle since I got the promotion. Especially if I want it finished any time soon. So, I called a contractor who is going to come on Tuesday to give me an estimate on what it would take to get everything wrapped up. I obviously haven’t accepted anything yet because I still need his bid, but I have a really good feeling about it. He seemed like a great guy and also impressed that I was doing a lot of the work myself. I don’t think he’ll try railroading me on how it should be designed but go along with my plans.”
“I know I’ve been a shitty sister and daughter because I’ve been neglectful lately, so I’m making a change. I miss you all and didn’t realize how bad I was doing about managing my time outside of work. Landon gave me a nice little slap in the face the other night.”
“Chayse, you are not a shitty sister. You’re just a workaholic and none of us can really blame you for that.” Spencer gives my dad the side eye as she said that. We’re all workaholics to a degree and it’s because we saw our dad bust his ass to give us anything we could have ever needed. He single handedly put two daughters through college and the other through a trade school without us having to contribute or get a single loan to get our educations.
“You’re sister’s right, slugger. I may have not set the best example with the work and home life balance.”
“That’s not true Papa. You made it to every one of Chayse’s softball games and to my soccer games. And you pushed Spencer to do the cooking classes because you knew how much joy being in the kitchen brings her.”
“Thanks, sunshine. What’s the name of the contractors you’re having come to give an estimate?”
“I spoke to Reid Dalton of Fowler and Dalton contracting. I’m excited to meet him Tuesday and see how it all goes.”
“I haven’t met them since they’re your girls age, but I’ve heard great things from the guys at the shop. I’m glad you’re getting an estimate. A little bit of help never hurt anyone.”
“Me too, Papa.”
The rest of dinner was spent catching up with everyone and a lot of teasing and laughing at each other’s expenses. I know even more so now that calling Reid was the right call. I’ve missed my sisters and dad and am going to do better at being more involved.
Tuesday rolls around before I even realize it. I worked a 12-hour shift on Monday that turned into a 14-hour shift. There was another car accident on the highway that came in right before my shift ended. Being the head nurse, there was no way I was going to leave before that chaos was all under control.
Even though I wanted to get up and get a little work on the house done this morning, my bed was calling to me. I was a little flustered after waking up in the middle of a dream about the gorgeous single dad that I met at the hospital last Friday, Cash.
Most of the time a guy, even one that I’m very attracted to, doesn’t take up this much head space, but there is just something about Cash that I can’t shake. All I can see is that sexy ass smirk and those dimples. Add in the way his eyes heated as he slowly checked out my body, or the almost electric current that ran through me as he shook my hand, I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s popping up in my dreams.
Rolling over and glancing at my clock, I see that I only have an hour before Reid is here. Still frustrated from waking up in the middle of a hot as hell dream staring Cash, I decide that maybe some self-love is called for. Opening my nightstand, I grab my favorite BOB out of the drawer.
Trying to decide who I want to fantasize about for my current self-love sesh, I finally give in and pull an image of Cash to the front of my mind while I turn on my toy and slide it between my legs. In my mind, I’m already stripped down to my bra and panties as I look down the bed to where Cash is kneeling with only his jeans on with the button open and that damn smirk on his face.
He slowly slides his palms over my legs heading up my thighs. His thumbs brush over my core as they make their way up my stomach to my breasts. He pulls my bra down and slides his tongue in slow circles as he stares in my eyes and starts pinching my other nipple. I can’t keep the moan in as I arch up for him to take more. With a rough chuckle, he kisses his way across my chest to my other breast and shows it just as much care as the first.
Needing more, I push his head lower to get him where I really need him. With a cocky grin, he slowly licks and nips his way down to my waist. He drags my underwear down my legs as he kisses his way to my soaking wet pussy. He teases around my clit until I whine and thrust up towards his mouth.
In one swift move he shoves one of those long, thick fingers in me as he sucks on my clit. He’s relentless as he slides another finger in and switches between sucking and swirling his tongue over my very sensitive clit. Before I know it, I feel the tingling in my belly as my orgasm explodes from my center causing my legs to shake. I can’t help but moan his name as I come down.
