Page 36 of Rescued Love
I blink up at the man waiting for him to fill me in. He doesn’t.
The look he’s giving me is expectant as hell and makes me want to squirm where I’m standing. I swear the intensity coming from him just ramps up the longer the stalemate continues. It would be far easier, for me at least, if he’d just spit it out.
As I think through my problem, realization dawns on me. Before I can ask him for the keys to his truck, he tosses them my way. When he crosses his arm and gives me a nod full of pride, I flash him a wide grin.
Yeah.
He has the right idea. I’m going to go see my woman. I know where she is, and I’ve been itching to see her since I walked out of her apartment last night.
There’s no reason to wait either. I want to see her, and I don’t want her to think I was spinning lies last night when I told her I was interested in more than a quick fuck just because I didn’t get her number.
The moment I get into the truck and close the door, I look down and take in my clothes. I’m covered in dirt, and I don’t smell the best I have in my life. With a grimace, I push the driver’s side door back open and step out.
Grandpa gives me a curious look as I race towards the porch steps. “I’ve been working in these clothes all day. I need to take a shower and change or else my woman might not let me into her place,” I shout as I hustle past him and into the house.
His laughter follows me as I head to my room and then go about getting clean and changed. This was definitely the right move. I’m hoping to get in some more cuddle time, at the very least, and dirty from working isn’t going to help me with that.
My dick throbs, reminding me I want a whole lot more than just some cuddle time. I do, but I can wait.
She’s worth the wait.
Grandpa has settled into one of the rockers on his porch when I head out of the house. I give him a side eye and tease him, “Ithought you were looking out for me, and you were ready to let me go to her all dirty?”
He grins at me and winks. “I can’t spell everything out for you.”
I groan, “I thought you were on my side.”
“I’m on my great-grandkid’s side,” there’s a twinkle in his eye with his words.
I still just as I step off the bottom step of the porch. Kids always seemed like something far off in my life, if that was even in the cards. The thought of Kimball round with my babies?
My cock becomes a steel fucking pipe as it presses against the fly of my jeans. The woman already glows like she’s made of light. Pregnant? I can’t even imagine.
My chest aches again and I rub the spot as my feet become unglued and I head toward the truck. How has this woman gotten under my skin so quickly?
“Don’t show up empty handed,” Grandpa shouts.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I assure him with a wave. “I’m thinking some food and flowers will soften my fuck up.”
“Second fuck up,” he reminds me.
I huff out a laugh and shake my head before I start the drive into town. I don’t know of many places to get food other than The Goose. For some reason, stopping and getting something to go doesn’t feel right. Not in this situation.
I want to put some more thought into it. I want her to know I didn’t go with the easy route.
When I pull up to the grocery store in town, I hope they have a deli section with sides and premade food. I also hope they havebouquets of flowers because my woman definitely deserves some flowers.
The thought of Kimball being disappointed that I didn’t get her number feels like a weight on my chest. I don’t like the thought of her being upset. Not even a little bit.
I’m fucking thrilled that there are options when it comes to ready to eat food. I proceed to go overboard, grabbing almost everything they have to offer because I don’t know exactly what Kimball will like. I’d rather have too much than not get her favorite or something she even likes.
I grab a bundle of bright flowers that, I think, will make her smile.
My palms are sweating when I pull into Kimball’s apartment building. I hope she’s home. But what if she’s not?
You would be able to call and ask her if you had thought to get her number.
Fuck.