Page 39 of The Biggest Secret
“You got it boss,” he salutes me. “Get home, shower, and get to Moose’s. You stink and you don’t need another reason for her to turn you down.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
CHELSEA
“Men! Who needs ‘em!” I clink my shot glass with the girls, and we down the tequila all at once. Wincing at the burn, I signal the bartender for another round.
Fuck, I’m going to hate myself tomorrow.
But tonight? Tonight, I want to be the old Chelsea who didn’t have a care in the world. Who could go out with her girlfriends and party and not think about Adam and why he hadn’t called me.
I want to be the old Chelsea who doesn’t worry about which brand of formula I had to buy or how many diapers I changed today.
I want to be the old Chelsea who didn’t sit and wait for her dad to come home, wondering if tonight was the night, he stopped showing up all together.
I miss the old me. I missed getting to grow in the transition if we had done this the right way. From old me to new me, girlfriend Chelsea into wife Chelsea into mom Chelsea. I think I would have liked her.
I know I would have loved the transition of Adam into boyfriend, husband and dad. He’s a DILF for sure. That dirty blonde hair and those eyes. His forearms are magnificent, the strength they portray. His chest and shoulders and how those muscles felt when he moved above me. His long, thick cock and how it felt when it hit the back of my throat. I touch my neck absentmindedly.
Britt pulls me from my reverie. “I need ‘em! Men are the greatest gifts on earth.”
“That’s because you have a good one.”
“Speaking of…” Farrah lets that linger as we turn towards the door. Bobby is playing designated driver tonight and went and picked up Tom after dropping us girls here first. They both walk in like they own the place. There is just something about an alpha male. I love to watch the way they carry themselves and watch the way others respond to them.
Adam has that look. It’s what first attracted me to him. His take-charge authority, both in and out of the bedroom.
God, he was fucking killer in the bedroom.
Bobby spots us first, nudges Tom and nods his head our way. I don’t miss the way Tom's face lights up when his eyes land on Farrah. Or the way Farrah sits up straighter as he gets closer to our table.
“Ladies.” Bobby acknowledges us. “Wife,” he says in a lower tone as he dips to take Britt’s lips. They have such a way about them, you want to turn away and give them privacy, but you also can’t help but watch the love that shines through them both.
There’s a commotion by the front door and a bunch of ‘Hey Coach Gage!’ is heard bounding around the front of the bar.Jackson makes a scene wherever he goes.
“Ooh, my man is here now.” Chess waits for him to come into sight.
Damn, I’m jealous. I was supposed to be the one with a man tonight.
“Where’s Gage's Girl at?” he bellows as he heads toward the back where our table is. His eyes are locked on her, as if she’s the only one sitting at the table. He comes around the table behind her, and leans over her, running his hands down her arms until he locks their fingers together, and kisses her upside down. I hear himwhisper, without making out the words but she instantly blushes, and I can only imagine the filth that spilled from his mouth.
Like Britt and Bobby, Francesca has that ultimate love with Jackson. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Jackson, and I remember all the stories I read about him in those dirty magazines. But I always saw how he looked at Chess. And from what I see now? He’s mature, he’s calm, and he’s one hundred percent without a doubt fall-on-his-face in love with Francesca.
I wonder how Adam is feeling about this change.
“So, it’s nice of you all to come hang out with me, but I have to say, all this PDA is making me a little jealous and it’s not helping the cause.”
Billy slides up next to me, freshly showered. I didn’t even see him enter the bar. “Chelsea, simply put, Adam is a dick. He’s self-centered and work obsessed. I think you picked the wrong brother,” he winks and grabs a seat, wiggling his way between my sister and I. “Hey Adley, babe, looking good tonight.”
This guy. He just can’t help himself. “Oh Billy, I’m so glad you’re here,” Adley says. “I was hoping to watch you in motion tonight.”
“Oh? I’ve got all kinds of motions. Which one’s your fav?”
I chuckle because I know Adley is about to hand his ass to him. “How you dodge the pregators. It’s a skill, really.”
He screws up his face. “The fuck’s a pregator?”
Bobby is cracking up across the table. “A chick looking to get pregnant, so you have to wife her. Ya know, like predator… pregator… Jesus, Billy, how you’ve managed not to get caught in a parent trap is beyond me.”
