Page 79 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
I looked down at the gorgeous woman sitting on my lap. She nodded, then hopped off the bed and moved to the closet to grab some clothes.
“Sure. We’ll be there soon,” I said. “Love you.”
“Love you, Daddy.”
I ended the call as Winnie hurried to the bathroom. I moved to my feet before quickly getting dressed. I walked that way and noticed that she hadn’t closed the door. She pulled a sweater over her head as she turned to look at me. She’d already slipped into a pair of faded jeans.
Her eyes moved down to where my dick was still straining against the gray fabric of my joggers.
I cleared my throat and shrugged. “Can’t really help it.”
“I know we need to go, but how about we make a deal to meet up later tonight?” She raised her brows. “Finish what we started.”
“I’m just getting started, Winnie,” I said as I moved closer and my large hand covered the side of her face.
Her chest was rising and falling. “Me too.”
“All right. Until later,” I said. I leaned down and kissed her once more before I took her hand and led her out of her bedroom. We both pulled our jackets on and were soon out the door.
“I like our new normal,” she said once we were in the truck.
“Our new normal?”
“Yeah. We act completely normal around everyone else, and then we have this secret of our own when we’re alone.”
I laughed. “I like our new normal, too.”
I just hoped like hell I wasn’t fucking things up.
Once we arrived at my parents’ place, Winnie and I acted like we always did. There was no touching, no heated glances. Melody talked up a storm about her night and showed off the painting she’d made, and I could tell Winnie was completely entranced with my daughter.
“Stop it!” she gasped at the painting. “I love this.”
“That’s you and me and Daddy,” Melody said. “We’re making snow angels like we did last week. Even though Daddy’s looked like a big blob.”
My parents both laughed, and I rolled my eyes.
“Hey. I’m bigger than you, and you didn’t give me much space between you two.”
“Don’t worry, Daddy, I gave you a good snow angel in my painting.”
I looked down at the piece of construction paper and smiled. She loved to paint and to draw.
“It’s perfect.”
“So, did you end up going to the party?” my mother pressed.
“No. I went and picked up Winnie because she was insisting on walking home.” I had another bite of red velvet pancakes and groaned. “These are so damn good.”
“Oh, you owe me a dollar, Daddy. Mimi and I also made a swears jar. If you say a bad word, you’ve gots to give me a dollar. Right, Mimi? Right, Pops?” My daughter hopped down and hurried to the counter, then brought back a large glass jar that readSwear Jar Collection.
“I think it’s more than fair,” my father said.
“Says the man who curses on the daily.” I laughed.
“Not around my granddaughter. Do you see a dollar in the jar, Archer?”
I pushed my plate away, as I’d eaten far too much. I reached in my pocket, pulled out a dollar, and dropped it in the jar. “First dollar.”
