Page 60 of Finding Us
Wolf: Yes!
Red: What kind of list *Insert narrowed eyes here*
I bark out a laugh. This woman amuses me to no end.
Wolf: A list of all the ways I’m going to take you next time I have you in my bed.
I don’t need to see her face to know she’s blushing. I may have taken her innocence, but her sweetness goes bone deep.
Red: Next time? You’re getting a little ahead of yourself, Wolf.
Fucking wolf.
Wolf: You and I both know it’s only a matter of time, Red. The clock is ticking.
I’m not surprised when I don’t get a reply. Little Miss Innocent—who’s not really that innocent—would now be blushing as red as the hoodie she was wearing the first day I met her. I’m betting she’s wet too.
I reach beneath the desk and palm my rock-hard cock through my trousers. Great, now I’ve got a boner, and I have a meeting to attend in ten minutes.
Rolling back my chair, I stand, stalking towards the bathroom in my office. I’m going to have to take care of this before I leave. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve had to bat one out to images of her sprawled out on my bed all ripe and ready for the taking.
I hadn’t planned on getting home this late, but we had an incident at Bridge, so I had to wait for the police to arrive. By the time I walk through the front door of my apartment, I’m not surprised to find Jacinta and Blake crashed out in front of the television. They’re wrapped up in blankets and look like a pair of burritos. Seeing the two of them together like this does something to me.
If you asked me what my life was like prior to Blake, I would’ve told you it was perfect—I was living my best life. Or so I thought. Within a few short weeks of caring for him, I had a complete turnaround. An epiphany you could say. I realised the carefree partying lifestyle, and moving from one bed to the next, had been a hollow and meaningless existence.
Despite what I thought, I hadn’t been happy, not even close. The truth is I had been running. Running from a past I can never escape. What I can do though, is break the cycle and make sure my lineage going forward won’t have to experience the toxic and messed-up childhood I had.
Getting used to being a parent, when I had no clue how to be one, was a big adjustment in the beginning, but my son changed me in ways I could never have imagined. He not only opened my eyes and my heart, he’s also enriched my life on so many levels.
Up until this very moment, I believed he was all I’d ever need, but as I stand here now, staring down at the two of them together, I’m left wondering if there isn’t more I’m missing out on. Is this what life would be like if I had someone else to share it all with? The highs, lows, and everything in between. A mother to my son … a wife by my side. A real family unit.
As soon as that thought enters my mind, I tilt my head back and groan. It’s that voodoo pussy of hers, I’m sure of it, it’s fucking with my mind. That and this permanent hard-on I’ve been suffering since I met her.
Red is barely an adult, and way too young to be tied down to a life like this, she hasn’t even lived yet. Besides, I swore to myself years ago I’d never get married, and I meant it. Nothing has changed.
Reaching down, I carefully try and lift Blake without waking Jacinta, but the moment I raise his head from her lap, her too-blue eyes spring open. “Hey,” she whispers, and I love the throaty sound of her voice. It makes my cock instantly stir. Fuck, I have it bad.
“Hey, sorry I’m getting in so late. It’s been one of those nights.”
“Did something happen?”
“Let me put Blake to bed and we’ll talk.”
Once he’s cradled safely in my arms, I stand to full height. I look down and smile at his sweet face as I head towards his room. I miss having him by my side when he’s with Red, but I’m thankful he wasn’t at Bridge tonight. He’s finally found his feet, and I’d hate for something like a knife-wielding lunatic to cause him to regress.
After gently lying him down on his mattress and untangling him from his blanket, I cover him with his quilt, tucking him in until he’s nice and snug. I switch on his night-light, because he’s still afraid of the dark. I grab Rex off the shelf and place it beside him before leaning down to kiss his forehead. We usually read a book before bed, but I’ll make up for it tomorrow night.
When I turn to leave the room, I’m surprised to find Red standing in the doorway, watching me. “You’re a good dad,” she says as I loosen my tie and stalk towards her.
I’m surprised she doesn’t move out of my way as I approach. I come to a stop in front of her, and she tilts her head back to look up at me. Does she have any idea how fucking beautiful she is?
“I try my best,” I answer.
“He’s lucky to have you.”
“Is he?”
“Yes. Why were you late?”
