“When you go, who’s going to take care of Grant?” she asked around a yawn.
“Your cousin and his friends are already planning to rotate shifts at the bar to keep an eye out for him when you’re working.”
“You guys can’t babysit me forever, Tucker,” she mumbled grumpily.
She had a point. We couldn’t always be there, and it wasn’t fair for her to have to live her life scared of that piece of shit. “Get some sleep, baby. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
Patience wiggled against me to get comfortable. Her movements jostled my dick, and I clenched my teeth to keep from groaning. As soon as she was asleep, I slid out from underneath her and started making plans so that I would make it back home—to Patience.
Chapter 13
PATIENCE
The smell of coffee and bacon woke me up the next morning. I stretched hard as memories of the night before came flooding back, and I relished in the delicious ache between my legs.
“Morning, sleepyhead.”
“Morning, my prince,” I teased him, sitting up in bed. The sheet that was covering me fell forward, revealing my breasts to his hungry gaze. When I reached to pull it back up for modesty’s sake, he stopped me.
“I had my hands and mouth all over them last night. You stomped and paced naked as the day you were born in front of me, and you’re going to be shy now?” He smirked at me with amusement in his voice.
“It’s daylight,” I said, blushing, and he laughed.
“You don’t think people have sex during the day?”
I shrugged. “I wouldn’t really know what people do and don’t do. I’m a virgin, remember?” I said saucily back at him, even if it wasn’t the full truth.
“Not after last night, you’re not.” He smiled and pulled me up and into his arms, kissing me hard and deep.
You wouldn’t think I would be raring to go again after last night, that the craving for his touch and the way he made me feel would have worn off some, but it didn’t. I wanted him just as desperately, if not more, because I knew what it felt like to be with him. I was addicted to his laugh, his touch, his kiss… everything.
“No, I’m not,” I whispered on a sigh when he pulled away.
“Go take a shower and get dressed. We have somewhere to be in a bit.” He gave me a light slap on the ass and walked away, back into the kitchen.
“Where?” I picked up the discarded sheet and wrapped it around me like a toga, again.
“We have a few errands to run today, then we will come back here and hang out. Netflix and chill.” He gave me a wink to let me know that we wouldn’t be watching movies or chilling—more like fucking and sweating, both of which I was all on board for.
“I’ve got to run to the house to shower and change.”
“No worries. I had your mom gather some stuff so you could get ready here. She packed you a few days’ worth of clothes and told me that we were expected at dinner tonight.”
I paused and slowly turned to look at the man I’d spent last night with. He popped a piece of bacon into his mouth, and I slowly lowered myself back onto the couch. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. My mom knew where I stayed last night. She knew what I did, and she packed my bag so I could do it again tonight.
“You told my mom?” My voice was feathery and almost hysterical. I mean, it was one thing to be an adult and start actually having sex, but another thing completely to have your mom know about it.
“Well, I didn’t go into graphic detail, but I told her that Grant was bothering you at the bar again last night, so you spent the night on my couch. I also thought it best if you didn’t spend the night in the big house for a while, in case he tries anything. It’s better for you to be here. She agreed.”
“So, she doesn’t know that we—”
He laughed and crossed the room, squatting in front of me. “She knows, baby, but you’re an adult and a big girl. You can make your own decisions about who you want to sleep with.”
“I just never imagined one of those someone’s going over to ask my mom for my clothes, so I didn’t have to do the walkof shame.” I couldn’t help the nervous giggle that followed. “Oh god, was Dad there?”
“Yeah. Your dad was having his morning coffee. We talked while your mom was packing your bag.”
I groaned. “I’m never going to be able to look at them again.” I fell back on the couch and buried my head under the pillow. “Talked. You said talked.” I sat up quickly, wanting to know what the heck happened while I was passed out on the couch.
