She shrugged. “You’re an adult.”
“It’s just weird.”
“You think that means I’m going to continue to sugar-coat things for you?”
“No, it’ll just take some getting used to.”
“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Cassie’s having a girl.”
I beamed at her. “Yeah? That’s awesome.”
For some reason, it was that bit of news that made it hit home—I was going to be an uncle. My little sister was going to be a mom. I was going to be uncle to a little girl and bound to spoil her rotten.
She nodded. “Now, you’re the oldest—where’s your contribution?”
My mouth dropped open. “Who just told me to make sure I use a condom?”
She shrugged. “What can I say? I want grandbabies.”
“Unbelievable. Why didn’t you ever say anything before?”
“I liked Monica in the beginning, but she was very self-centered and turned out to be a lying, cheating whore. She wouldn’t have been a good mother.”
I leaned back in shock. Amazing how the truth came out from those close to you on how they felt about your girlfriend once the relationship was over. “Tell me how you really feel.”
“She used you.” She leaned back and settled into the chair, a mischievous smile spreading on her face. “Have I ever told you how your father and I met?”
I nodded and sat back as well, wondering where she was headed. “At a party in college.”
“That was where, but not the how.”
My brow scrunched. “Okay.”
“My sophomore year, my friend Beth took me to a party. From the moment I walked in, my skin crawled. Not in a bad way, but it tingled.”
I knew exactly what she meant—I’d experienced it at a growing rate for days.
“We made it into the kitchen, and my eyes locked on a gorgeous set of blue eyes, then bam!” Her eyes were bright before softening.
“I remember Dad saying he got caught in that moment.” The memory was a fond one, my father describing the emotion that came over him. When I was a kid, it was like a fairy tale for boys as he explained to me that cooties weren’t such a bad thing.
“There’s a lot he didn’t tell you. But I have to ask—did you ever feel anything like that, what you do with this girl, with Monica?”
I shook my head. “There was attraction, just like with every girl I dated before her.”
Mom was more animated during our conversation than I’d seen her in weeks or months. “That right there tells me there could be so much more with this girl.”
“Why?”
“Because half an hour after I entered the door to that house, I was in the bathroom having sex with your father, and I didn’t even know his name.”
My jaw dropped open. “Wait, what?”
“And his girlfriend of a year had come to the party with him.”
“Holy shit! Seriously?”
She chuckled. “No, but that’s the way I always thought it would’ve gone if he hadn’t been in a relationship.”
I blew out a hard breath. She was trying to kill me. “What did happen then?”
“He avoided me all night. At some point, I’d gone to use the restroom, and when I came out, he was walking down the hall. It was narrow, and being a gentleman, he gave me the right of way. Before I made it past him, his arm flew in front of me. The struggle was evident even as he caged me with his arms against the wall. I wanted him to kiss me, desperately wanted it. I thought I’d die if he didn’t.” She touched her lips with the tips of her fingers, almost like she could still feel it. “He was so close I felt the heat of his skin, the zinging spark between us.”
“How did he stop?” I’d become enraptured by the story, because I knew the struggle she was talking about.
She sighed. “Someone called his name, and he woke from his trance. He was so angry with me after that.”
“Why was he angry with you?”
“Well, he later admitted it wasn’t me, but himself. Two days after the hallway incident, he broke up with his girlfriend, and he blamed me for it. He had his whole future with that girl laid out—he planned to propose. When he saw me, everything changed.”
“Wait, I missed something. He broke up with the girl he planned to marry two days later?”
She nodded. “You know your father was a good man. It was love at first sight, though he didn’t want to believe it. Having those feelings for someone other than her, he knew then it wasn’t right with her. For weeks we bumped into each other on campus, and he became even more upset with each encounter. He said he couldn’t seem to get away from me.”
“How did that make you feel? I mean, what was going through your head?”
“It was an attraction on a level I only ever experienced with him. It was confusing, because I thought about him all the time—the worst crush ever. Three weeks after the party, in the middle of the night, he showed up at my sorority house. Three months later, you were conceived.”
“That was fast.”
She shrugged. “There’s a reason I wanted you to know all this. Times might not have always been easy, and though we knew we were soul mates, we were also human and fought. If any of what I’ve described is the feeling you get with this girl, don’t let anything stop you.”
I shook my head. “It was not love at first sight in my case.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“Because it’s lust. I’m not thinking with anything other than my…” I trailed off, almost blushing. The conversation was definitely out of the norm.
“And what happens when you catch your prey?”
“We’ll have sex.”
“And then?”
I threw my hands up into the air. Why was I talking about Hope with my mother? “I have no idea.”
She smirked. “Fifty bucks says you won’t be able to let her go.” I side-eyed her, and the smirk grew into a grin. “You don’t want to take that bet, do you?”
I sighed and rubbed my face. No, I didn’t want to take that bet, because deep down I knew having her once would never be enough.
Chapter 8
The next morning, I awoke with another raging hard dick. I stared at it and the tent it made in my sheet before reaching in and grabbing it. The sting of Hope’s touch still lingered, along with the feel of her lips and body pressed against mine. My mind conjured up images of her from the night before, fueling my fantasy.
A few quick tugs later, I exploded all over my stomach. One down, but I had a feeling it was the first of many for the day.
After I showered and dressed, I headed down to find Mom. She sat in her chair, eating something and watching the morning news. I contemplated making a big protein-rich breakfast, but opted for a protein bar and some of the juice I made the previous day.
I sat down on the couch and opened up my breakfast. “Take your meds, eat your breakfast, and when I get back, we’ll head out.”
Her brow scrunched as she looked at me. “Where are you going?”
“I’m just running down to St. Joan of Arc for a bit.”
She quirked a brow at me, a smirk forming on her lips. “Okay.”
I finished off my bar and juice, then kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be back soon.”
As I walked down the street, I buzzed with excitement. It was the official one-week anniversary since I first laid eyes on Hope. My plan was simple—have a talk with God. Then I would pray Hope stopped by on the same day every week.
When I walked in, a man sat near the front, but the rest of the church was empty. I didn’t let that deter me and slipped into a pew. I folded my hands in front of me and bowed my head.
“Well, big man, you found a way to get me here again.” I snickered as I looked to the altar. “As you know, a lot has changed for me this week. I can’t figure out if that’s you answering my prayers or giving me new challenges, but I feel more up for it.”