Page 122 of Driven Daddy

Town Hall was showing out with fall flowers. Red, gold, and fiery orange were bursting out of half barrels on either side of the front door. The Crescent Cove Library was next door.

It was a boxy brick building with a long ramp that zigzagged its way up to the front doors. Construction paper pumpkins covered every square inch of the window in front of the kids’ reading area. Scribbled names of the children and what grade they were in were in crayon, which activated a memory long dead.

“Pretty sure I used to do those pumpkins during reading hour. My mom needed all the peace she could get and loved Thursdays. It was my favorite day too. I would come out every week with a stack of books.”

“Me too. Well, I’d hide in a corner with a stack.”

I glanced at her. “Books saved us in many ways.”

“That they did.”

“I don’t really know the current librarian. Mrs. Humphries retired a few years ago. My mom said she’s nice. Guess she’s kept the reading time thing alive.”

We got out and I noticed Colette’s sporty white car in the parking lot. We hit the stairs on the side and crossed to the doors. More pumpkins and what I was pretty sure were gourds were taped up on the vestibule windows.

There was a small conference room just off the vestibule. Might be good for a reception area. I filed that away for future use.

The help desk was to the side of the front door, but it wasn’t manned at the moment. We went to the circulation desk where a pair of older women were loading up an old school library cart. Shelvis Presley was scrawled along the side with a caricature of the famous singer reading a book.

“Hi, we’re looking for Colette and Darby.”

“Oh, look at you, Penn Masterson. I haven’t seen you in six-thousand years.”

I laughed. “Nice to see you, Mrs. Gunderson. I didn’t realize you were working at the library.”

“I volunteer twice a week. Keeps me out of trouble.” She patted her curly hair.

As Mrs. Gunderson was the town gossip, that was impossible.

“They’re straight past fiction and in the back where the long tables are. You should remember them. I believe you etched your name into one.”

I cleared my throat when Rita drilled her finger into my side. “Um, thanks.” I hooked an arm around Rita and steered her through the stacks.

“Defacing property, Mr. Masterson?”

“I’d intended to carve my name along with my junior-year crush. The librarian caught me just as I finished my name. Ahh, Becky, what could have been.”

“Becky?”

“Becky French was out of my league in every way. She was the head of the debate team. Smart women make me crazy.” I hugged her into me and buried my face in her neck.

“You’re just a charmer.” But she didn’t push me away. In fact, I ducked into the Sci Fi section, and she came with me willingly.

I glanced over my shoulder to make sure the busybody didn’t come chasing after us before pushing her up against the shelves.

“We have an appointment,” she said breathlessly.

“I always wanted to make out with someone in the library. How can I resist with my favorite girl?” I snaked my fingers under her sweater, and she hissed. I found her tight nipple pressing against her lacy bra. “Ahh, I wish it was my mouth. A kiss will have to do.”

I tugged down the top of her bra to get to skin and tugged just the way she liked. She squirmed against me and her hand went down to cup my butt, dragging me closer.

“Maybe you like the idea just as much as I do.”

“Maybe,” she said against my mouth. “If we were alone, what would you do?”

“I’d crouch in front of you just like that first day in the storeroom. Hook your leg over my shoulder and lick that sweet pussy until you couldn’t stay standing. Then I’d keep going until you did that little shiver which tells me you’re about to go over.”

Her breath caught. “Then what?”

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