Page 19 of Wild Obsession
MAY
Chapter Seven
Dylan
Eric’s truckwasn’t in its usual spot when I pulled into Jamie’s driveway a full forty-five minutes early.I cut the engine and sat in silence for a moment.
Either nobody was home, or it was just Jamie and Hunter here.
The thought of them moved through me the way it always did, followed by a pull of longing.A pull toward the idea of them as mine.Toward the version of my life where I was coming home through that door, instead of knocking on it like a stranger.
I got out of the car before I could sit with those thoughts any longer.Before they ate me a-fucking-live.
This was about my son.About spending time with him doing something I loved, not about the delusional fantasies I needed to stop entertaining.
Hunter and I had been planning this camping trip for almost a month.Just the two of us, a provincial park, no screens or schedules.
I couldn’t wait, which was probably why I was so damn early.
Inside, I could hear music playing and the sound of someone moving around upstairs.I knocked, tucked my hands in my pockets, and waited.
And fucking waited.
When no one answered, I knocked again, louder this time.
The music cut off and there was a second of silence before footsteps hit the stairs, fast and heavy, like they were falling instead of running.
But when the door swung open it wasn’t Jamie or Hunter or even Eric on the other side.
Chantel stood in the doorway, disheveled and flushed, wearing something that looked a hell of a lot more like lingerie than a dress.
And fuck…no bra.
Her nipples were pointed and visible through the thin fabric, as if personally welcoming me.
“Dylan.”Even a little breathless, her accent wrapped around my name.“What are you doing here?”
“Enchanté.I could ask you the same.”I leaned into the doorframe, fighting to focus on her face, instead of dropping to my knees in worship of her magnificent fucking body.“I’m here for Hunter.We’re going camping.”
“Oh.”Her eyes went wide, then cut to the empty hallway behind her.“You are?”
My stomach dropped and I straightened.“They’re not here.”
“No.”Her hands wound around her middle, the fabric of her minuscule dress cinching in a way that was far too distracting.“I don’t think they knew you were coming.”
“Where are they?”
“Montreal.”
My heart kicked hard, and everything went red.“Are you fucking kidding me?”
She jerked back, caught her foot on the floor mat, and went down hard on her ass with a sound that was part shock, part wounded pride.
I wasn’t fast enough to catch her, but I was through the door and pushing it shut behind me before the neighbors could catch the next great scandal to gossip about.
Ignoring the spectacular view of her bare thighs, I pulled her to her feet.“Are you okay?”
“Ostie d’épais de marde,” she snapped, flipping her hair with a fury that was somehow hot as fuck.
