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I looked at Weston, hoping and praying for some kind of help. I wanted him to set her straight. But that wasn’t what I got at all.
And what happened next wasn’t anything that I expected.
I watched Weston Reeves’ hard jaw soften before his lips slowly and deliberately lifted up and over his teeth, revealing the kind of smile that felt like the sun was shining right out of his mouth, sparkling white teeth and all.
Deep brackets lined the edges of his mouth that told a story of a million smiles like this. And as he peered down at my daughter, that ridiculously beautiful smile moved up his face and finally landed in his eyes.
I felt it square in my chest and placed my hand there, trying to still what felt like my quivering heart.
“It does sound like fun,” Weston muttered from that big grin and my baby girl rocked back on her heels like she’d been just as affected as me by it all.
“Good then,” she said, clearly pleased with herself. “You’ll stay for dinner and then take Mom on that sweet ride of yours. It’s all settled.”
Prisha giggled at Parker’s antics and I stood there holding my hand over one of my eyes and the other over my chest. What in the hell was going on today?
“Okay,” Weston agreed with a nod and that was that.
He was staying for dinner. Fuck buddies didn’t do family dinners, did they? But Parker was right. It was the least I could do. He had driven all the way over here almost thirty minutes out of the way to fix my truck. But hadn’t he done that so I could come over to his place and get in his bed, as he so plainly put it?
But he did say we were friends. And friends did help each other and invite each other for dinner. God, I didn’t know how to navigate this. I’d only ever been with one man and he’d told me he loved me after taking me on two dates. And a month later he’d told me he was going to marry me. Sure, we’d been kids, but it had always been cut and dry with Andrew.
This here was some murky waters with Weston. I didn’t want to drown in them.
“Come on, Prisha. Let’s go study while they finish the truck,” Parker said, taking off for the house, Prisha close behind her.
Meanwhile, I watched them from one eye prance up the walkway, not a worry in the world, and I was so glad that Parker seemed to be in better spirits the past couple of days. I was hoping that had something to do with her new friend.
“Come on, Popeye,” Weston said, heading back to my truck, all cool and collected like we hadn’t been manipulated by a fifteen-year-old. “Sit,” he ordered as he passed the stool and climbed his big hulking self back under my truck to finish my oil change.
I sat on the stool still in a stupor from the whole damn exchange. It had been a day. First Holden and Miranda and now Parker.
He’d met the whole gang and honestly had handled it a lot better than I had. It shouldn’t have been surprising how Parker had won him over so quickly. I knew what kind of magic that girl possessed. I thought about that damn smile he’d bestowed upon her and it nearly knocked me right off my stool. He’d been so gorgeous.
“She’s a cute fucking kid.” I heard him say from beneath the truck.
I grinned because she was. She was cute and strong and smart and steady as a rock, that one. She was my biggest accomplishment in life. The thing I was most proud of in the whole world.
“Yeah,” I said softly, agreeing with him. He didn’t know the half of it.
“Reminds me of you,” he said matter-of-factly.
My breath caught in my chest and I felt the barely there sting of tears hit my eyes.
I didn’t think I’d ever been paid such a wonderful compliment.
“Sit on my face, Slugger,” Weston ordered. We were finally in his bed after a long dinner with the kids and of course a ride on his bike that had ended an hour later at his place.
Even though my truck was all fixed up and running, he’d insisted I ride with him to his house. After all, he’d told Parker he was taking me out on his sweet ride.
He was lying on his giant bed on his back and I was straddling his hips and I couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
I nipped his upper lip and he growled low. “Face, now,” he said, slipping his hands into the sides of my jeans and panties and pushing them down my legs as I worked my way up his body until I was completely naked from the waist down and hovering over and around his neck.
That was when I chickened out. I didn’t think I had ever sat on anyone’s face and I had absolutely no idea how to do it. I was nervous as hell and the fact that Weston lay there still fully clothed was only making me more so.
Clearly, he had no fucks to give about my nerves because he palmed my ass and pushed me up and onto his face until his mouth was right there under my wet heat.
“Shit,” I muttered, both beyond turned on and freaking the hell out.
