Page 87 of Whiskey Wednesdays

Connor worked his swollen cock inside me and stilled. “God, we make it fit every time. I fucking love being inside you.” Then he started thrusting.

On Wednesday afternoon, Jasper came into the pediatric clinic for a routine checkup. I knew he was coming, and I’d asked Titus to get me some tickets for the next home game. He and Jackson came through with half a dozen tickets, and I sent some to the manager at the tire store who’d helped me out. But I kept two for Jasper and his dad.

“Hey, how’re you doing today?” I asked him.

“Better now.” Jasper looked me up and down with a smirk that didn’t belong on a thirteen-year-old’s face.

Shaking my head, I nodded at his mom.

She smiled. “He’s had a good week. I think the oxygen treatment helped.”

I checked Jasper’s vitals and asked a few more questions. “Before you go, I have something for you.”

He grinned. “I have something for you too.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed, even though I knew I shouldn’t. “Your attempt at flirting is acknowledged. Behave yourself. And don’t go around saying things like that to girls your age. You may get your ass kicked.”

His mom chuckled. “He did get his ass kicked. But I think he liked it because she’s his girlfriend now.”

“Huh. Okay, maybe it worked that one time. I have two tickets to the next Thunderbirds home game. The games are crazy, so I bet you’ll love it.”

For once, Jasper didn’t give me a flirty comeback. “No shit? My dad loves them, but we haven’t been able to go to a game yet. Thanks.”

I knew he and his dad loved the hockey team, and I suspected they didn’t have extra money to spend on things like hockey tickets.

Early that evening, Connor helped me move some of my belongings into a spare bedroom at his house. He’d wanted meto move my stuff into his bedroom, but I was feeling a little cornered, and he could probably tell he’d pushed enough.

“Okay, I get it. We’ll make this room yours, and I’ll move a desk in for you so you’ll also have a place to study. But I want you in my bed.”

I nodded. “And I want to be there, so that works for me.”

Later that evening, I walked over to talk to my dad. He wasn’t happy either that I hadn’t contacted him about my car or the water stains in my apartment.

“You don’t have to do everything yourself.”

“You were picking Elodie up. It’s okay, I took care of it. And that’s what you get for raising an independent daughter.”

“It’s a blessing and a curse.” He shook his head. “I’m worried. The words scratched into your paint seem personal.”

I didn’t argue. That’s what the tire store manager and Connor had both said.

I patted his arm as we made dinner together. “If it makes you feel better, I didn’t call Connor either.”

“That makes me feel worse. I’m glad he dragged you out of that crummy apartment.”

“Are you okay with me staying at his house?” I asked carefully.

“It’s not up to me.” He rubbed his forehead. “I worry that he can be relentless when he wants something. But I like him, and he got you out of that apartment.”

“Are you okay to watch Elodie while the team comes over tonight?”

He nodded and smiled. “We have plans. We’re going to make homemade pizza then read a few chapters of theHarry Potterbook you gave her. I’ve never read it before, and I’m probably enjoying it as much as she is.”

Around seven that night, the team started showing up for our Wednesday team-building potluck whiskey night. We’d have to work on the name, I decided.

Rudy looked around the living room. “Hey, Isa. This is some place, isn’t it?” He came over and put his arm around me.

I stood awkwardly as he squeezed my shoulder. “Hi, Rudy. Yes, it is.”

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