Page 37 of Dark Whispers


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Little does she know…

I let Raven choose the music on the radio for the short drive to her house, curious to see what she’ll choose. She flips through a few stations and lands on one playing AC/DC.

This little spitfire never ceases to surprise me.

Watching her out of the corner of my eye, I find her mouthing the words and subtly dancing in her seat. In my rearview mirror, Noah is bobbing his head and doing the same. Something settles in the center of my chest.

Happiness.

I rub my sternum. I never thought myselfunhappy, and I definitely never thought I’d want to date a single mom.

One of my rules in life has been to never involve kids. It’s not that I hate them, but in my experience, when kids are involved in things like relationships, things can get messier. No one wants to hurt the kids, but they always end up being the collateral damage.

But Raven is a woman wrapped in mystery, and I’ve never been so intrigued by a woman like this.

Turning down the correct street, I maneuver my truck and her SUV to back into her driveway.

Whistling with a smile on my face, I hop out of my truck and circle the front end to open Raven’s door. Noah is out and waiting for his mom when I make it to the other side.

Opening the passenger door with a dramatic flourish, I grab Raven’s purse and guide her out of the car with my other hand. “Here we are, Sunshine,” I say to her with a wink.

“Thank you, Griff,” she says genuinely.

The use of my nickname draws my eyes to her lips, and my mind conjures up the image of how they would look wrapped around my cock.

Not now, little Griffin. This is not the time or the place.

“Mom, it’s hot,” Noah informs Raven as he pulls on his shirt, trying to cool himself off.

“Sorry, li—Noah. Here.” She pulls out her keys and hands them to Noah. “Go on inside.” He snags the keys from her hand and runs up their lawn. Barely pausing to unlock the door, he hurries inside.

Raven fans herself as she watches. A drop of sweat slides down her neck and disappears beneath her shirt.

Is it the time and place yet?

I gulp, swallowing down the saliva that has formed in my mouth from just looking at her. “Why don’t you go ahead and go inside. I’ll get your car unloaded.”

She waves her hand. “No, no. I’ll help.”

“Alright then,” I comment.

I don’t know if I’m going to be able to keep little Griffin under control if she keeps sweating like that. Like a damn goddess.

Thankfully, we get her car unloaded without Raven noticing the boner in my jeans. I swear my cock is hard enough to pound nails.

After we’re done, I pluck her purse up from the hot concrete and walk her to her front door. I may sleep around a bit, but I’m still a gentleman.

I hand over her purse and slide my hands into my pockets, attempting to keep my mitts to myself.

She turns and leans against the door. “Thanks for rescuing us today. Noah isn’t used to this heat,” she says with a small chuckle.

“And you are?” I tilt my head to the side.

“I am what?”

“Used to the heat.”

“Oh. Umm…” Breaking eye contact with me, she takes a deep breath. Her mouth goes tight, and a crease forms between her brows as she thinks something over. Coming to a solution, she nods her head and says, “I’ve acclimated.”