Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“Um, do you think that’s a good idea?” She looks from my clothes she’s wearing to my lack of clothing.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it?” I smirk, noticing her eyes are locked on my dick that’s sitting heavily against my leg.
“One.” A slim finger goes up. “There’s no way you can wear that without giving the neighbors a surprise of a lifetime, especially the ones across the street who sit under their tree day in and day out.” She has a point. “Two, I’m wearing your clothes. Tongues are going to be wagging.”
“Let ‘em talk, gorgeous. What could they have to say anyways? We’re both consenting adults, neither of us are married, and it’s not anyone’s concern. That being said, I’ll change my clothes, but you’re keeping mine on, and tonight, when you’re alone in bed, at least you’ll have me wrapped around you in some sort of way.” I watch as she mulls things over in her head. She sucks on her bottom lip, and I’m tempted to use my thumb to pull it out. Except then we’d never leave this room. We could both essentially lose our job, and we’d be shit out of luck.
“You’re right. I know you’re right. Still, the last thing I want is people talking about the new girl in town.” They’re already talking. She just hasn’t realized it yet, and I am not bringing that topic up.
“I am, and they won’t talk. Hell, the only people who are up at this time of day are probably out the door taking their kids to school,” I counter. Lennon starts smoothing her hair down, a habit I’m noticing when she’s either nervous or waging a war within herself.
“Fine, but you’re wearing a shirt. Preferably one to cover up that.” She points from my chest to my cock.
“Message received loud and clear.” I leave her in the middle of my bedroom and walk toward the dresser, riffling through the contents until I land on one, then pull it over my head. “Good?” I ask.
“Yes, thank you.” She’s staking a claim on me, whether she knows it or not.
“Never a problem, gorgeous. Never.” We walk through the house, her fingers laced with mine. I grab her keys off the counter, and she slips her feet into a pair of flip flops she wore over last night. I do the same, except mine are slides, and we head over to her place so she can start her day. Lennon doesn’t know it yet, but I’ll be staying until she leaves for work. I’ve got more than enough time, and I want to enjoy every last minute with her.
14
LENNIE
“Itold you,” Momma Catherine says. We’re on a FaceTime call along with Minnie, who is sitting down, jaw slack with a look of wonderment in her eyes. This happened after I told them about Asher, the beginning, the middle, and the end. Meaning from the time I had a small meltdown, how I basically babbled about inconsequential shit, yet he made me realize it’s not small, it’s big, and he’d be there every step of the way. I even made sure to let them know I spent the night at his house, minus the whole getting off in the pool bit. There are some things family does not need to know. Though, I’m sure my sister is filling in the blanks.
“Lennie, are you sure it’s you inside the screen?” Minnie teases me. I really hope Clay isn’t around, or the rest of the Johnson family for that matter.
“It’s me, present and accounted for.” I’m lying in bed after working another long day at the office. The job isn’t grueling, and the people are really nice to work with. It’s me getting adjusted to all the newness while trying not to make mistake after mistake.
“I’m happy for our girl,” Momma Catherine interjects. I’d say she’d try and take the trophy for setting Asher and me up, except I think Poppa Russell would have something to say about that.
“I am, too, because let’s be honest here for a minute. The man whose name we shall not speak wasn’t a true husband, Lennie.” She’s not wrong. It’s taken me a while to sort through the pieces, and while I may have loved him with all my heart at one point, my therapist helped me realize I was chasing after a dream of the life I wished I had when I was younger, even if that meant choosing the most emotionally unavailable man there ever could be. I fell in love with Zach young, figuring we’d grow up together, live a happy life, and have a couple of children along the way. Everything was great up until that last part. We tried and tried, yet nothing happened. He blamed me. He really blamed me. I allowed him to because I already felt like a failure with a lot of things, and this just added to the mix.