Page 41 of Wild Obsession
Well, almost perfect.
Jamie had wanted me to leave my phone on for emergencies, but the goddamn thing hadn’t stopped lighting up.I’d ignored it most of the weekend, sticking it in my new truck to keep it from interrupting.
“Dad?”Hunter tried to mask a yawn and failed.
He’d been holding off sleep for a while now, and I was fine with that.The end of the evening signaled the end of our weekend, and I wanted to draw out our time together as long as we could.
“Yeah, bud?”
He poked the fire again.“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Are you happy?”He didn’t duck his head when he asked the question.Didn’t look away or become awkward.
My kid—my fucking amazing goddamn kid—stared me in the eye, concern written all over his face.
Every time I thought I couldn’t love him any more, he went and proved me wrong.“I’ve never been happier than I am right now.”And at that moment, it was the truth.
After another few minutes of stifled yawns, Hunter finally called it a night.He muttered something inaudible that might have been good night and stumbled toward the tent, leaving me alone with the dying fire.
I leaned back and looked up at the sky.Dark and peaceful, and for once I didn’t mind the quiet.But clamoring at the back of my mind was the thought of my phone and all those missed messages.
Finally, I gave in, left the fire to smolder, and stepped up into the truck.
Twenty-two text messages and one missed call.Guilt hit immediately—had I missed something important?
All the texts were from Sean.Every single one a come-on.
How’s your shower?
Ready for round 2?
I miss the taste of your cum.
Nohello.Nohow are you.Just innuendo and outright sexting, including one shadowy picture of his hand fisted around his swollen cock.
I’d like to say I deleted them without a second thought.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I crawled into the back seat and jerked off to his dirty words, a fuzzy photo, and the memory of how fucking fantastic his mouth had felt sucking me off.
Maybe I should have felt guilty about my lack of self-control, but it was hard to feel bad when I’d just come in my own hand.
I cleaned up quickly and returned to the fire, acting like nothing had happened.Even with no one around to question me, I felt like I’d done something wrong.Like it mattered that I’d gotten off to thoughts of another man.That I’d locked myself away and given into temptation while my son was in his tent, sleeping peacefully.
I studied the glowing embers and wondered if I’d ever get back full control of my life, or if this self-denial was just part of having a kid.
My phone buzzed from my pocket, reminding me of the missed call and the voicemail still waiting.
I leaned back into my chair and listened to it.
Chantel’s voice melted through the phone, every curled R like a finger beckoning.“Hello,chéri.I thought you might like to know they’ve made me official.My doctor title is now the real deal.Also, you should know I stole your shirt.I plan to wear it tonight while I’m celebrating with a bottle of wine and my vibrator.”
Twenty seconds.That was all.But it was twenty seconds of pure bliss, her beautiful accent wrapping around me, and suddenly I wished I’d listened to this first, before looking at Sean’s texts.
But I was already spent.And as I sat there listening to Chantel’s message again, something quiet settled in my mind.
