CAN'T WAIT Box Set

by Wyatt, Dani

  Other than that, conversations with my mom are usually light. I ask how she’s doing, she usually says she’s fine and we chat for our ten minutes about nothing all that important, but today I’m going to ask her what I’ve wanted to know for a long time.

  “How you feeling? The baby still keeping you up?”

  I rub a hand over my bulging belly. “Yes, a bit. Won’t be long now though.” I look up at Geo, and he gives me a soft smile.

  He’s my rock. His issue with the law resolved itself in the best way possible. He paid a hefty fine, two years’ probation and one hundred hours of community service, which he’s turned into a mentorship program for young men who are trying to turn their own lives around.

  He also started a microloan program for first-time offenders who have a business idea or plan. He takes no payments, just helps them set things up and takes a percentage ownership. It keeps him busy, and in just a year, a few of the businesses are already taking off. He’s also taken to doing online stock trading, and he’s got quite the knack.

  Some people just know how to make money out of money I guess, and Geo’s doesn’t seem to have a problem in that area. It’s nice, more than nice, to not worry about rent or eating or what ifs. For the first time in my life, I don’t have that pit of anxiety in my gut about making ends meet.

  My mom asks a few more questions about the baby, how my doctor’s appointments are going, then when there’s a lull, I steel my courage and ask.

  “Mom? I have to ask you something.”

  “Sure.”

  “Why did you tell me Geo was my father?” I rehearsed a bunch of ways to approach the question, but now that it’s time I just blurt it out without ceremony. “Did you really think he was my father? Or...”

  I leave the open-ended question hanging there and my heartbeat speeds in the silence. I count the seconds, and she finally takes a breath and replies.

  “I thought he could be. Maybe. I don’t know.” A pause, then she goes on. “See, baby, I wasn’t sure. Lots of things I didn’t remember back then. But I think I just wanted him to be your father. He was one of the nicest guys I remember back then; he was strong and quiet. He drank, sure, but so did everyone I hung out with. Truth, I don’t think he ever even touched me now that I’ve spent time thinking about it. Talked about it with the therapist in here. I’m sorry, baby. In my pickled brain, I think I just wanted it to be true. And I also don’t even remember telling you that night. I was not in a good place. I’m working on it though. I’m trying to work through some things.”

  “I know, Mom. I hope you do.” My throat is tight as she goes on for a bit, more apologies and finally, our time is up. I don’t press the subject, I just needed some sort of answer from her, even if it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.

  We wrap it up when the beep comes through the phone, signaling we have sixty seconds to finish. We say our goodbyes, and I click off, feeling a sense of relief that at least I asked the question.

  I set the phone down and stand, pressing my hands into my lower back and trying to stretch.

  “And?” Geo turns me toward him, one hand on my belly and the other on my cheek. “How do you feel about that answer?”

  “I’m okay.” I shrug. “Sort of anti-climactic.”

  He snaps his tongue in his cheek, and I see the flicker in his eye.

  “I can give you climactic.”

  His hand moves from my belly to cup my breast, and a swirl of desire speeds through me.

  Geo and I got married a month after we met. We had a little ceremony at the senior center in the courtyard, and I think I got pregnant a minute later. Beth was there along with Mrs. Morrison and a bunch of the other seniors I used to drive around.

  Beth has also partnered with Geo on doing some private home loans for low-income families. He still does loans, he’s just legit now.

  “I know you can,” I tease back, looking up at the monster of a man who can make my panties wet with just a look.

  “If I were in charge, I’d have you like this for the rest of your life. So fucking sexy.”

  “So f-ing uncomfortable.” I counter, leaving out the swear word. I’m still a bit of a Pollyanna, I guess, and Geo swears enough for us both.

  I’ve quit my job driving the bus. It just wasn’t practical with my condition. But Geo helped me start a volunteer program with the county. The woman that took over from Wesley Havers after he was pushed to resign worked with me to organize the details. It’s sort of an adopt-a-senior deal. I didn’t have any particular skills or hobbies to share but what I loved was just spending time with the people I worked with.

  So many of them are lonely and want someone to talk to. Someone to help them get groceries or a hand to hold at the doctor’s office. Of course, Geo and I take care of Mrs. Morrison, but I also have ‘adopted’ a gentleman who has become part of our makeshift family.

  He and Mrs. Morrison have become friends as well, and we are going to pick them both up this afternoon for some errands and then back here for dinner.

  I have to say, I never really believed in happily ever after before Geo, but we are well on our way. I’ve even taken up baking and wearing aprons. I’m pretty good at it too. I make up my own cookie recipes now, and Geo has gained ten pounds helping me taste test.

  Geo and I have turned into quite the fish people too. We still have my original tank, but we’ve also upgraded, and he had a four-hundred-gallon tank built into the wall of the family room. We’ve named all the new fish in there after Game of Thrones characters—Geo is mad about that show and is halfway through reading all the books as well. That’s something new for him, but he has become quite the voracious reader.

  I reach up and put my hands flat against his chest. I’m still amazed at his size; looking at my hands they look child sized against him.

  “I need you, baby.” Geo’s voice is thick with desire, and I glance down to see his erection straining at the fabric of his faded jeans.

  “I see.” I giggle. “You are a needy boy.”

  He reaches under my arms and lifts me onto the kitchen counter, laying me back and flipping the skirt of my dress up over my face.

  I laugh as he buries his face between my legs, tearing at the fabric there with his teeth until he tugs my underwear down and off my bare feet.

  “A hungry, needy boy.”

  I wrestle the fabric off my face to look down, but all I see is belly. I hear the sound of a kitchen stool scraping on the floor and then feel the warmth of Geo’s breath on my open sex.

  “Well, your buffet awaits,” I answer to the ceiling, then moan out his name as his mouth begins its magical dance between my legs.

  I’m coming within a minute, but Geo isn’t satisfied. A handful of orgasms later, he’s behind me, sinking into my soaking opening until his own roar of release shakes the rafters.

  As we reach our peak together, my mind is filled with all the gratitude within me for how amazing our lives have become.

  Seems like, we got our turn after all.

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  Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty thoughts. Luckily, one day she decided to start writing them down. Her uber alpha heros have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her heroines are intelligent, quirky and worry about having too much muffin top. With her books, you can count on a heaping helping of HOT, a dash of rough and always a happily ever after.

  When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day

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