Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
It was time to help my boy open his eyes a bit.
Chapter 15
Ashton
“But…well…” I’d lost track of the question but that was probably because my twirly straw was fun to look at. “You usually don’t let me have more than one.”
Never more than two.
I wasn’t a lightweight but he liked rules.
But I wasn’t trying to use any heavy machinery…I didn’t even know where my glue gun was.
“Yes. Please.” I was smart and ignored the gremlins in the back of my head as I handed Micha my glass. “It’s fun to watch it come up through my straw.”
“I thought you’d like that.” Micha looked so happy it was suspicious. “The red color makes it more fun too.”
He was really smart.
Yes. That was suspicious too.
Micha never thought that much about alcohol, mostly because it took so much to affect him, he didn’t bother with it. That was curious enough to make my brain try to work, but it needed help, so I took several more long sips of my drink while I worked on getting my brain cells in one place.
He tried talking to me about my work and his work and the yard work, but it just didn’t stick around. I didn’t have enough leftover brains to do that much multitasking. So I nodded and sucked and let the three cells I could find whirl around.
“You’re being sneaky.”
Oh.
His smirk said I might’ve interrupted something.
What had he been talking about?
“I…I had a good day at work.” Was that right? “And…and mowing the lawn is a good idea.”
I was positive those were appropriate responses to something he’d said in the past few minutes but the way he was coughing said otherwise.
I wasn’t so drunk I didn’t realize he was covering up laughter.
A few more sips and I might not have noticed, though.
Yep, he was being sneaky.
“Ugh. It’s about the weekend. You want to talk. That’s a terrible idea.” It was so bad I took another sip. “You’re so sneaky.”
And I was so full.
“Those were sneaky too.” I couldn’t help being stupid and cuddly when I was full. It was how food worked. It took blood from my brain and shoved it all to my stomach. That just made me stupid.
He was so fucking sneaky.
He even pretended to look confused until I waved my hand at the grill. “Oh. Well, you bought the steaks.”
I had?
No. It wasn’t my fault.
“You did this.” He was sneaky. “It’s very rude.”
So was the way he was back to snickering and coughing.
When he finally caught his breath, he leaned back in his chair and shrugged, looking sexy in the low light of the back yard.
That was cheating too.
Looking sexy was always cheating…it made me stupid.
“You kill my brains really easily.”
Yep. Cheating.
“Thank you.” Micha was clearly proud of himself. “You didn’t need them tonight anyway, though.”
Ugh.
How rude.
“I always need them. How will I worry without them?” How would I keep my thoughts to myself without them? “I’ll talk without my brains.”
Duh.
Micha shrugged. “That’s a chance I was willing to take.”
He was so cavalier about the problem…the big problem…the huge problem.
“That’s rude.”
For some reason he didn’t realize I’d insulted him and he was back to snickering.
“That’s rude too.”
How was I supposed to explain that when my drink was half gone already?
“Well, I love you more than anything in the world, so I think you can talk to me without thinking about worries or words.” Micha was a pain in the butt and shrugged again when I groaned. “Let’s just try it and see what happens.”
“I’ll happen.” I always happened. “You just…ugh.”
He needed to lap me.
Yes.
That was his job.
“Do it. Just do it.”
Carefully setting my drink down, I closed my eyes and held out my arms. “I won’t fight you.”
“You are the cutest nut I’ve ever met.” He was being ridiculous, but he was also being smart because I heard him get up from his chair. “Can you be dramatically carried and hold your drink at the same time?”
Hmm?
“No.” And I didn’t want to be sticky like that. “You can make me sticky later.”
Cum was better than booze if we were going to get messy.
Hmm.
He laughed again.
That might not have been just in my head.
“I agree.” Micha laughed as he picked me up, but my groan probably had something to do with it. And the moan. And the sigh.
Okay, maybe I was a little bit funny.
Just a tiny bit.
“Yes. You are. Especially when you’re drunk as a skunk.” He made a thinking sound as he shifted me around in his arms and opened the back door. “If you get too dramatic, I’m going to ask what you had for lunch. If there’d been food in your stomach that first drink wouldn’t have hit so hard.”
Shoot.
My body was cheating too.
Tattletale.
“I’m not dramatic.” There was no reason for him to do something ridiculous like start asking about lunch. “I’m…I’m cute.”