Page 10 of Rocking Player
I held the door for her. “We’ll send for your car or I’ll drop you off later.” The pair of them walked with me to my silver Audi R8 Spyder and I opened my passenger seat as I said, “Get in.”
Her face looked like I'd just told her to eat dirt off the ground. “You don’t have enough seats.”
Her boy, whose name was still a mystery, tugged on her arm and stepped inside as he said, “Mom, we’ll make it work.”
Smart boy. He hopped into the tiny back with his surprisingly long legs. I watched as she took the seat next to mine and then I closed the door.
Once I revved the engine, I didn’t ask the burning question in my mind of her last name, where she’d been, or my son’s name.
Instead, I asked, “How old are you?”
“Six,” he answered.
I glanced in the mirror as I took off. “And what’s your name?”
“Jeremy,” he said.
I tapped the wheel as we peeled out of the lot, and I did the math. The name I didn’t recognize, but six would be about right.
“That’s what I thought.”
He asked, as his mother glared at me, “You did?”
I met Georgie’s sidelong look as I drove them toward my hotel. It was the best place to have a private conversation, which I hoped she understood.
“Yeah, you look exactly like my dad.”
Her lips were thin as she said, “He looks like you.”
Was that an admission?
She’d had my son without telling me, but I just said, “Then I recognized the family resemblance.”
I never thought I looked like my dad, but I wasn’t about to argue as that seemed silly. Georgie’s lips were tight as she locked that gaze on me like she could burn into my skin, but said nothing.
Jeremy then asked, “So you know you’re my father?”
Her face went almost purple as I drove into the lot of the hotel nearby. “I need your mom to confirm that.”
She glanced out the window as I pulled into valet and asked, “Why?”
I leaned closer to her. Up close, she was sweet enough to wet my lips.
I burned with the need to have her again. “Call me old fashioned, but I need to hear it with my own ears.”
She reached for the door and hopped out as she said, “Fine. He’s your son.”
Our son followed her. We were this close to being alone. I had no idea how to seduce a woman with a child present. But Jeremy seemed like a good kid, and I needed to find out more about my son.
My dad had been hard on me, but ultimately his drilling me taught me more about baseball than anything else I’d ever done. With my own son, I wanted to be important to him, but maybe less intense, and suddenly, that thought was about to be true.
I slammed my door with more force than usual. “Then let’s bring this conversation somewhere more private. Son, you pick whatever you want from room service.”
For a moment, her hands went into fists at her sides, but she let them go and curled her arms around her waist instead. If she was nervous, I’d give her space until she remembered how good we were together.
Either way, now that I knew she had my son, we were bonded forever, so she might want some benefits from me, and I’d do whatever I could to get her back in bed, fast.
And I couldn't wait to see her ass again to see how having my boy had changed her.
