Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I’m fine, but don’t forget!” She’s making sure of it, apparently.
“I won’t. I love you, Nell Bell. Love you, Mom.” I’m almost at Sable’s B&B. from there, we’ll grab a bite to eat and figure out the rest as we go.
“Love you, Daddy. I’m going to help Poppy set up now. Bye.” I wait for the phone to click off, and when it doesn’t come, I assume Mom snagged it from Nellie before she could end the call.
“Colt, hold on just a second,” Mom says while I continue my trek back into town. The ride is easy, and hardly any traffic is coming or going. “There. I wanted to make sure she doesn’t hear this. Anyway, I’m glad you’re dating. I know you’ve been worried about how this will affect Nellie, but have you ever thought that you’re also teaching her to be closed off? Please don’t worry about her. Have a good time, and I’ll keep her from calling you too early in the morning.”
I smirk at the last. As much as I appreciate her doing me a solid, it’ll be hard to sleep in too late with it being a workday. Plus, Nellie has school tomorrow, and while my folks can handle doing the drop-off, I’d at least like to say good morning to my girl.
“Thanks, Mom, I appreciate it. Don’t forget it’s a school night. She also may crash earlier than you think. I kept her up a bit longer last night since Sable was with us.”
“Now you tell me more. I swear it’s like pulling teeth to get you or Kara to give me information freely. It figures, two peas in a pod. But I won’t keep you. Have a good night and try not to worry about our Nellie girl. Love you.” She doesn’t let me reply before hanging up, and I guess it’s good timing since I’m pulling into Oak Haven.
Sable is sitting on the steps of the front porch, a pencil in her hand and a pad of paper on her lap. I put the truck in Park, leaving the keys in the ignition and the engine running, and slide out of the truck. Through it all, she still hasn’t looked up, so completely in the moment without a care in the world. A lot like she was yesterday when Nellie and I happened upon her, drinks and snacks in hand.
Nellie, being the intuitive seven-year-old she is, took a seat beside her, remaining quiet until Sable reached a stopping point before starting a conversation. The two of them talked amongst themselves, making me realize just how perfect she fits in with our family.
“Oh, hey.” She looks up at me once I’m in front of her. My hand reaches out for hers to help her up. She hurriedly shuffles her stuff into a bag by her side.
“Hey, did I keep you waiting long?” I ask, wondering if I somehow managed to screw up the time we initially set.
“Nope. The weather is too pretty to be stuck inside. Plus, this gave me time to work on my sketch some more.” She sends me one of her megawatt smiles, hitting me right in the chest and in my dick. Jesus, keeping my hands to myself is going to be impossible.
“Do you need more time? I can wait, Sable.” I slide the bag from her hand while keeping the other one wrapped around hers.
“I’m good. I do have a favor to ask, or maybe not so much a favor but a request.” Her teeth press down on her plush lower lip, and I can tell whatever she has to say is going to benefit both of us.
“What’s that?” Unable to resist the pull, my head descends, she lifts up, and our lips crash into each other’s. It’s short and sweet, a light tease for both of us.
“Can we pick up dinner and eat back at your place? I know Nellie is with your parents, and, well, I kind of can’t stop thinking about the other night.”
“Fuck yeah.” I untangle our hands, and one travels down the length of her body, cupping the cheek of her ass and lifting her up off the ground. Sable instantly wraps her legs around my waist, and I double-step it back to my truck, secure her in the passenger seat before I do the same for myself. “Food now or later?”
“Later. Much later.” My hand slides to the inside of her thigh once we’re heading down the road. The further it travels upward, the more she wiggles in her seat. It’s only going to get better once we're behind closed doors.
“Off. Need these off,” Sable mutters against my lips once we’re inside without prying eyes or ears. I pull away from her mouth to strip out of my shirt, and she does the same, going further and kicking off her shoes as well.