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Authors: Em Petrova
Tags: Erótica
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father wasn’t.
Thinking about Brady as an adult, she pictured him not as a younger version of Bill, but of Mason Dorsey.
Mason was everything a man should be—strong, rugged and a hard worker. After spending the night in his arms, she knew he was so much more. Passionate and a little rough, endearing, as well as funny and playful.
She shot a glance at the clock. He’d said he’d call, but he wasn’t going to reach her now that her phone was out of commission. Maybe she could get it turned on after she got paid.
The tears fell without warning, a sob rushing up and out. The floodgates had been opened and without her son at home, there was no reason for Eva to hold back. She sank to the kitchen chair and dropped her face into her hands. Tears dripped between her fingers. Her hoarse cries filled the small kitchen.
What if Mason did want a relationship? She couldn’t continue to hide the secret swapping of funds from him. It wasn’t right. In fact, it had eaten at her off and on all night long. A couple times it had been on the tip of her tongue to tell him. Fear had kept her lips sealed—fear of being turned away. Of being blamed for her husband’s stupidity.
After long minutes, she gained control. Exhaustion claimed her. Mason had kept her up all night, loving her. Today she felt the effects of his attentions. Her body was sore in places she hadn’t remembered existed. And she could still taste his musky flavor on her tongue.
There was no time for a nap now. She had to go pick up Brady at her friend’s house.
In the bathroom, she splashed water on her face and brought her hair to order. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her cheeks too flushed, but she didn’t bother using makeup.
She went out to her car again and headed south out of town. Past the small market and the single gas station that still offered full service. Salzburg Springs hadn’t changed in decades. Most of the people hadn’t either. People like Abby from high school or the woman who waitressed at the diner. Their personalities were set and they never deviated from the paths they’d worn for themselves.
Eva wanted more though. She wanted to get out of her financial rut and start living. Leaving her worries behind seemed to be the only way. She couldn’t even get over Bill while she was still paying off his damn debt. How could she forgive him when she lived with his mess day after day?
The best thing to happen to her in ages was Mason Dorsey. What had spurred him to make a move last night? She’d spent more time on her appearance, even unearthing that leopard miniskirt from her high school days. Surprised she could still wriggle into it, she’d been a little nervous to enter the party. But Mason’s eyes had lit up as if she were the most glorious creature on earth.
He’d made her feel that way many times in the past day.
When Eva picked up Brady from her friend’s house and had strapped him into the backseat, the first thing he asked for was a cup of milk.
“Not that yucky milk, Mom. Good milk with the red lid.”
Anxiety speared her chest. Fuck, what now? The kid deserved some decent milk, not watered-down cream. But she still only had fifty cents to her name. Could she possibly run by the ATM and take out a few of the dollars she’d put into the Dorsey account to cover a trip to the market?
Flipping on her turn signal, she switched lanes to go to the bank. A horn blast made her look up, only to see Mason’s big silver truck. He threw her a wave and a grin that, even across fifty yards and through two thick windshields, melted her heart.
Heat sank low in her belly.
Her son was talking to her. About what? She listened with half an ear to a story about what he’d done with his friend but her mind was racing. God, she wanted nothing more than to follow that man to his house, step into his arms and confess everything. The burden was bending her, bowing her beneath the extreme weight.
“Mom, I’m thirrrrsty.”
Irritation
Thinking about Brady as an adult, she pictured him not as a younger version of Bill, but of Mason Dorsey.
Mason was everything a man should be—strong, rugged and a hard worker. After spending the night in his arms, she knew he was so much more. Passionate and a little rough, endearing, as well as funny and playful.
She shot a glance at the clock. He’d said he’d call, but he wasn’t going to reach her now that her phone was out of commission. Maybe she could get it turned on after she got paid.
The tears fell without warning, a sob rushing up and out. The floodgates had been opened and without her son at home, there was no reason for Eva to hold back. She sank to the kitchen chair and dropped her face into her hands. Tears dripped between her fingers. Her hoarse cries filled the small kitchen.
What if Mason did want a relationship? She couldn’t continue to hide the secret swapping of funds from him. It wasn’t right. In fact, it had eaten at her off and on all night long. A couple times it had been on the tip of her tongue to tell him. Fear had kept her lips sealed—fear of being turned away. Of being blamed for her husband’s stupidity.
After long minutes, she gained control. Exhaustion claimed her. Mason had kept her up all night, loving her. Today she felt the effects of his attentions. Her body was sore in places she hadn’t remembered existed. And she could still taste his musky flavor on her tongue.
There was no time for a nap now. She had to go pick up Brady at her friend’s house.
In the bathroom, she splashed water on her face and brought her hair to order. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her cheeks too flushed, but she didn’t bother using makeup.
She went out to her car again and headed south out of town. Past the small market and the single gas station that still offered full service. Salzburg Springs hadn’t changed in decades. Most of the people hadn’t either. People like Abby from high school or the woman who waitressed at the diner. Their personalities were set and they never deviated from the paths they’d worn for themselves.
Eva wanted more though. She wanted to get out of her financial rut and start living. Leaving her worries behind seemed to be the only way. She couldn’t even get over Bill while she was still paying off his damn debt. How could she forgive him when she lived with his mess day after day?
The best thing to happen to her in ages was Mason Dorsey. What had spurred him to make a move last night? She’d spent more time on her appearance, even unearthing that leopard miniskirt from her high school days. Surprised she could still wriggle into it, she’d been a little nervous to enter the party. But Mason’s eyes had lit up as if she were the most glorious creature on earth.
He’d made her feel that way many times in the past day.
When Eva picked up Brady from her friend’s house and had strapped him into the backseat, the first thing he asked for was a cup of milk.
“Not that yucky milk, Mom. Good milk with the red lid.”
Anxiety speared her chest. Fuck, what now? The kid deserved some decent milk, not watered-down cream. But she still only had fifty cents to her name. Could she possibly run by the ATM and take out a few of the dollars she’d put into the Dorsey account to cover a trip to the market?
Flipping on her turn signal, she switched lanes to go to the bank. A horn blast made her look up, only to see Mason’s big silver truck. He threw her a wave and a grin that, even across fifty yards and through two thick windshields, melted her heart.
Heat sank low in her belly.
Her son was talking to her. About what? She listened with half an ear to a story about what he’d done with his friend but her mind was racing. God, she wanted nothing more than to follow that man to his house, step into his arms and confess everything. The burden was bending her, bowing her beneath the extreme weight.
“Mom, I’m thirrrrsty.”
Irritation
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