Page 27 of Trust Me
The thought of Avery doing other stuff with any other guy makes me see red. I’ve never been the jealous type before, but this feels different. I want to hurt anyone who even thinks about picturing Avery naked. “Definitely, no other people while we’re doing stuff together. You’re the only one I want to do stuff with.” When it comes to Avery, I don’t share. Plus, I know she has trust issues from those douchebags she’s dated in the past, and I want to do everything in my power to put her at ease.
She leans in and kisses me again. Our mouths are molded together, tongues sliding back and forth against one another. I could kiss this woman all damn day if I could figure out how to pay my bills with it.
“Come on, dick! Pull your pants up! We’re gonna be late!” Jake’s loud voice booms from the living room.
“Shit. I’ve got to go to work.” I give her one last lingering kiss on her swollen lips and walk over to my dresser. I throw on a pair of boxer briefs and an undershirt before heading toward my closet to grab a clean uniform. I’m dressing at an almost record speed; Avery sitting on my bed watching me. I get a warm feeling with her in my room. It’s almost a happy feeling. Who knew?
“Don’t leave until we’ve been gone for at least fifteen minutes. I can leave you my truck keys so you can get home.”
“No, I can walk. This way, Jake won’t accidentally see your truck in my driveway. It’s only a few blocks and I can use the fresh air right now.” She gives me another beautiful smile.
“I hate leaving you here like this. I want to stay with you today. Maybe do other things and then take another shower,” I admit and can’t keep the smile from my face. After I lace up my boots, I turn toward my nightstand and retrieve my service pistol and badge from the lock box.
“There’s coffee in the kitchen. Help yourself. Just lock the door behind you whenever you leave.” I lean in for one more kiss. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Bye. Thank you for the best date I’ve ever had. I really did have a wonderful time last night,and this morning,” she says and leans forward one more time for another kiss. God, I could kiss her all day long. I know if I don’t back away from her now, I never will. And with Jake waiting in the living room, the chances of him finding out who is back in my bedroom are getting better and better with every passing minute.
“Me too. I’ll call you soon.” With that, I turn and walk out my door, making sure it’s securely closed behind me.
Jake is pacing the living room when I walk out to meet him. “It’s about damn time, man. What the hell? Did you have a quickie back there?”
“No. And what the hell are you doing here anyway? Since when do you pick me up for work?”
“I was up before the sun this morning so I was ready early. Thought I’d stop by and have a cup of coffee with you. But since I was fortunate enough to get here while you still have company, I decided I wasn’t leaving. I like to watch you squirm.”
I don’t want to elaborate more about that, so I go back to the first part of his statement. “Why were you up early?” I ask as I fill up two travel mugs with coffee and head toward the backdoor.
“Just not sleeping well. I thought maybe going out last night and finding Emma would help me sleep, but I realized that was the wrong answer. I didn’t sleep much.” Jake gives me a cocky grin.
“I’m sure there wasn’t that much sleeping going on at all last night,” I say as I slide into the passenger seat of Jake’s old truck. As we pull away, I glance at my bedroom window and see her silhouette, watching us go. A calming feeling rushes over me as I watch her standing there, in my room, in my house. Could I actually get used to having someone like Avery in my life? Do I want someone like Avery in my life? For the first time I realize the answer to those questions might actually be…yes.
Chapter 19
Avery
After I make sure the coast is clear, the coffee pot is turned off, and the front door is locked, I head in the direction of my house on foot. Talk about the walk of shame. Fortunately, it doesn’t take me too long to get there since I only live a few blocks away from Maddox. When I step inside my front door, I pull out my cell phone to call Holly to check on Brooklyn.
“Well, how did it go?” she asks after only one ring.
“It was amazing,” I answer with a faint smile on my lips, as pieces of the entire night flash through my mind like a fabulous slideshow.
“Did you get some?”
“Holly, my daughter’s probably standing right there so stop corrupting her. Why don’t I head over there to get her? Since you don’t work until later on tonight, maybe we can grab some lunch at the Mexican place down the street from you.”
“Good sex always makes me hungry too,” she smarts off and then laughs. “Well, the few times I’ve had good sex that is, it made me hungry.”
She’s incorrigible. “I just got home so I’ll change quickly and head over.”
“Just getting home AND still in last night’s clothes? Hurry up and get your ass over here, will you? We have so much to talk about.” We hang up, and I head toward my room to change, which is still a disaster from last night’s dressing freak-out. I start to hang the clothes back in the closet, place the pants back in my drawers, and arrange the shoes back on the closet floor. It takes me a little longer than I anticipated and by the time I get myself changed into comfy, worn jeans and a Cowboys sweatshirt, it’s already after ten.
I transfer everything from my clutch purse back into my regular purse and head out the door. On my way to Holly’s house, I crank up the radio and sing along to Colbie Caillat, which is a treat since Brooklyn isn’t along for the ride. I pull up in front of Holly’s half of a duplex and head inside.
“Mommy!” Brooklyn greets me at the front door and throws her arms around my legs.
“How’s Mommy’s big girl? Were you a good girl for Aunt Holly?”
“Yep! We stayed up weally wate and watched Grey’s!”
