Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Only when Jack was done did he say, “And what lessons did we learn, Jack?”
“To not have sex with the door open,” Cort supplied, having listened to the entire thing while staying silent beside his father.
Jack glared at his brother.
“What?” Cort asked. “That’s entry-level stuff. At least try to hide it.”
The kid sure had a point.
“That I shouldn’t be having sex with my girlfriend,” Jack muttered.
“You can have sex with your girlfriend all you want,” Finnian said. “Just don’t do it when we’re around, and certainly don’t do it when you can get caught. We’re not dumb. We know how teenagers are. Also, just sayin’, but get creative and go do it in your truck. And for God’s sake, wear a condom. I don’t care if she’s on birth control. Do you know what kind of STDs you can get nowadays?”
“Yes, sir.” He looked green. “We remember the slideshow.”
I grinned.
Being a nurse had its perks.
I had plenty of books and articles that shared the dangers of unprotected sex.
They’d all gotten the lecture the moment that I felt they were old enough.
“Okay.” Finnian sighed. “What do you think the proper punishment should be?”
Jack looked resigned. “Grounding?”
“You got it.” Finnian straightened out of his lean against the counter. “A week. No phone.”
Jack gave his phone to Finnian with a grumble.
“Do you think your girlfriend’s mom is going to ask why she’s grounded from you for a week?” I batted my eyes at Jack.
“I sure the fuck hope not,” Finnian muttered. “Like I need some police officer on my ass because my son fucked his daughter.”
I giggled. “Guess we’re about to find out. That man isn’t stupid.”
“No,” Finnian groaned. “He’s not.”
Later that night, Finnian got into bed beside me and showed me his phone.
“What’s that?”
“Read it,” he urged.
I did, finding myself rolling my eyes about halfway through. “He texted her from his brother’s phone, then deleted it?”
“Yep.” Finnian tossed his phone onto the pillow and stripped his tee off, using the collar of the shirt at the back of his neck to lift it.
I watched as his muscles flexed as he removed the shirt and tossed it somewhere in the vicinity of the bottom of the bed.
I wouldn’t know, because after seventeen years, I was still unable to take my eyes off the man that I loved with all my heart.
Who knew we’d end up here?
And with four kids at that.
“What does he think, that I’m some old fuck that can’t figure out when he’s playing the system?” he scoffed as he got into bed. “This kid doesn’t know that I created the system. I’ve forgotten more than he knows. Plus, I wasn’t born yesterday. He hasn’t done anything that I haven’t done.”
I laughed. “You should just be happy that Cort hasn’t figured out to do all the things you do yet, or maybe you’d never have known. He has his brother’s back.”
“He does,” he grumbled. “They all have all of their backs.”
Finnian crawled into bed, but didn’t stop at his side.
No, he came straight over to mine, then yanked me underneath of him, making his shirt that I was wearing hike up to my ribs.
I smiled. “What are you doing?”
“You.”
He did, in fact, do me.
Very, very thoroughly, too.