Page 106 of Wild Love
“Same,” I grit out, feeling my cock go hard for her all over again.
“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to trap you with a baby, so I should also tell you I have an IUD.” Her brow wrinkles. “Probably should have told you that before too.”
I stare back at her. “I wouldn’t feel trapped with you.”
Her cheeks go even darker, and a heavy silence descends between us.
It’s then that I hear the slamming of a car door from the driveway out front. My head flips in that direction and so does Rosie’s.
Déjà vu.
She tugs at the bottom of her blazer, smoothing her hands over her hair.
“Who the hell would be here?” I try to straighten myself, but I don’t especially care about anyone seeing me a bit disheveled. Instead, I look at my desk and everything scattered around on the floor.
“Maybe Scotty came back,” she quips, the way she does when she’s trying to smooth out any awkwardness or intensity. She’s been doing that since she was a kid. West would get in trouble, and there would be Rosie, sitting at the dinner table, trying to lighten the mood while everyone else ate anxiously.
“Maybe he wanted lessons in how to properly?—”
“Ford?”
I freeze and so does Rosie. Our gazes meet and now it’s my turn to flush pink. Because that is not Scotty.
Rosie recovers first, slipping her professional mask back on. “Senior! Is that you?”
She strides away, down the hall toward the front door, and out of sight, still smoothing her clothes. She’s walking a little gingerly and maybe a nicer guy would feel bad about that.
But I’m not a nicer guy, and I get off on knowing she’s sore after what we just did.
“Rosie?”
Oh god.My mom too? I prop my hands on my hips and stare up at the ceiling’s wooden beams. My dad will be oblivious to the mess in here.
But my mom?
Dr. Gemma Grant, Sex Therapist, is going to know exactly what went down in this office.
“Gemma! Hi! It is so good to see you two.”
I can hear the heavy whooshes of hugs being exchanged. I should walk over there and greet my parents, but I’m stuck staring at the ceiling. Wondering how I got to where I am.
A kid I never saw coming.
A girl I’ve never been able to forget.
My parents showing up at the worst possible moment.
“Wow, it looks incredible,” my mom says, sounding genuinely impressed.
“Ford has been hard at work,” Rosie replies breezily. Not the least bit out of step. Like she greets parents with cum in her panties every day. “And Scotty too, his favorite tradesman.”
Of course my mom picks up on that. “Does that mean he hates him?”
Rosie laughs, and I hear three sets of footsteps as they make their way down the short hallway to the main office area.
They stop short when they see it looks like a bomb went off, and I’m standing in the middle of it all.
My dad looks how he always does—silver-haired and suave. His hair color and a few extra lines beside his eyes might be the only giveaway for his age. Otherwise, he’s still rolling around in jeans and fitted T-shirt with a long necklace like he and I are the same age.
