Page 27 of Three Not-So-Little Words (The Lawson’s #3)

twenty-seven

Surprises

Drew

I walk to my fridge and grab another beer off of the top shelf. Thank God I remembered to get booze at the store this time.

Earlier today, I went grocery shopping and stocked up on all the essentials…and I guess a whole lot that’s not considered essential. I’ve been so busy with Colton and work through the week and Ronnie on the weekends that I haven’t had much time to do all the boring adult stuff.

With Ronnie having to take a quick trip to Sacramento for work, I figured it was a good time to play catch up.

Last night was the first time I wasn’t busy in dad mode or in bed with Ronnie.

And it was boring as fuck.

She and I talked a little, but nothing like what we have been. Sure, I was disappointed, but I get it. It’s not a big deal. She’s supposed to be home early enough tomorrow that we can spend the day together before Colton gets home.

I take a seat back on the couch and scroll through the streaming services until I find something to watch. I settle on a cooking show with Gordon Ramsay yelling at people.

“When will they learn to stop undercooking chicken?” I ask out loud.

A notification from social media pops up on my phone. Since I stopped fighting, I got rid of all of my public persona profiles and have gone back to my real one that’s private. I’m hardly ever on it because it’s basically crickets all the time.

I pick up my phone and see that it’s a friend request. When I open the app, I learn who it’s from.

My mother.

I shouldn’t be surprised. Every few months, she makes a new profile and tries to insert herself back into my world.

You’d think after all this time that she would get the hint.

But I don’t know that she’ll ever stop. My dad and brother seem to have finally gotten the hint that I want nothing to do with them because I haven’t heard from either of them in ages. Thank God. Now, I have to deal with only one crazy person as opposed to three.

Just for shits and giggles, I go to her profile. Her main photo is a picture of a dog rather than herself. She probably doesn’t want to show me how much of a toll the drugs have taken.

Wasting no more time, I hit the block button and put my phone back down.

I love my family. I do. But it took me way too long to realize that just because you love something, that doesn’t mean it’s good for you. After I became a dad, I made the decision to distance myself from all that negativity.

I take another long swig of beer in an attempt to forget about all of their bullshit for the moment. But I’m not sure that I have enough on hand to make that happen.

My mind flashes back to the last time I saw any of them.

I went home to grab the very last of my stuff—and to tell them I was no longer interested in being their ATM.

The visit ended with my dad throwing a glass ashtray at my head and my mom running after me, half crying and half cussing me out.

After that, I was stupid enough to take their phone calls for a while.

But it became obvious that I had to go no-contact.

Thank God I never gave them my address in Miami—just a PO box.

I know they would have ended up camping outside my door, and I never would have gotten rid of them.

Sometimes, I feel guilty like I’m somehow responsible for their wellbeing. And I hate that Colton is missing out on knowing his grandparents and uncle.

I have to remind myself, though, that I can’t help anyone who doesn’t want to be helped. And Colton doesn’t need people around who will continually let him down.

I grew up dealing with that. I won’t make him endure the same thing.

My phone vibrates again. I consider simply ignoring it, but my curiosity gets the best of me. I’m grateful it does because it’s a text from Ronnie.

Hey, stud. What are you doing?

Just watching TV and having a beer. How about you?

Sitting in a hotel room, wishing I got an earlier flight back.

You and me both, beautiful. But I’m excited to see you tomorrow.

Just got word that my flight tomorrow may be delayed, so we may have to postpone again.

Of course, I’m disappointed, but I don’t want her to feel bad about it. It’s not her fault.

No big deal. We always have next weekend.

While I’m waiting for a reply, there’s a knock on the front door.

Who the hell?

With a loud groan, I pull myself off the couch and head for the door. When I open it, I’m shocked to see Ronnie.

“Ronnie?” I ask.

She grins. “I lied.”

“I see that.” I can’t help but smile in return.

“I got an earlier flight and thought I’d come surprise you.”

“Hell of a surprise.”

“Oh, me showing up isn’t the surprise. Well, it’s not the only surprise.”

“Oh?”

Her hands reach down to her coat. Until this point, I didn’t even notice the long coat she has on. Slowly, she unties it and holds it open.

“Christ, Ronnie,” I say, seeing that all she has on is a black see-through teddy and stiletto heels. I look toward the street to make sure no one is around.

While looking, I notice I don’t see her car.

“Did you drive?” I ask.

“No. I had my cab from the airport stop by my house so I could change before having him bring me here. I may or may not have had a lot to drink on the plane.” She gives me a sexy smile. “Now, are you going to let me in? It’s a little cold in this outfit.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” I step out of the way.

As I close the door behind her, it suddenly occurs to me that Ronnie is very likely about to find out that I have a kid. Although I cleaned, and most of Colton’s stuff is put away, there are still signs. He lives here. Of course, there are signs.

I’m going to have to come clean—not that I have been actively trying to hide anything from her.

I brace myself to talk about it, but as soon as I shut the door, she’s all over me. Her mouth immediately finds mine, and our kiss is hot and heavy.

She drops the coat on the floor, and between kisses, she moans, “Bedroom.”

I pull back. “Already? Impatient little thing, aren’t you?”

“It’s been a week. Yes. Bedroom. Now.”

I lift her off her feet, and she hooks her ankles around me. Our kiss continues all the way to my room.

Once inside, I sit down on the edge of the bed with her still in my lap. Running my hands through her hair, our tongues dance.

“Stand up, beautiful,” I tell her. “Let me look at you.”

Bracing herself on my shoulder, she slowly climbs off of me. When her feet are firmly on the ground, she puts her hands on her hips and spins in a circle so I can get the full picture.

And it’s a great fucking picture.

She’s sexy as sin.

The teddy hugs her curves and shows off all of her delicious assets. I want to touch, kiss, lick, or play with every single one of them.

“You look so fucking sexy,” I tell her.

“Do you want to know the best part?”

“What’s that?”

Her fingertips grab the bottom hem of the lingerie. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

I run my hand up and down her smooth thigh, prompting her to put one of her feet up on the bed. With her legs spread, I reach under the soft fabric and begin toying with her pussy. She lets out cute little moans as my fingers rub the sensitive area.

Her hands brace on my shoulders again as I push two fingers inside.

“Already so wet for me,” I say.

Throwing her head back, she exhales a breathy moan. “I’ve been wet all fucking week.”

“Stay just like that,” I tell her while sliding off the bed and onto the floor. Still fingering her, I am able to eat her at the same time.

I can tell she is trying hard as hell to stay standing by the way her hands are clenching my head. I lock my arms around her hips to help give her some stability.

I know she’s close. When she’s moaning, “Fuck,” over and over again, we are in the homestretch.

After she coats my face with her release, she has me get onto the bed. She kicks off her heels and joins me.

“Condom?” She asks, so I grab one from the nightstand. I can’t do anything else before she snatches it.

In the blink of an eye, she has it open and rolled onto my shaft. Then, she climbs on top backwards. As she sinks onto me, I have the perfect view of her ass.

I think it can’t possibly get any better until she starts riding me. Her ass jiggles with every movement. It’s so fucking sexy I can barely hold on. But there’s no way that I am finishing before she gets off again.

So, for now, I’ll enjoy the view and hang on for dear life.

After we finish, she gets comfortable next to me.

“I’m really happy you came over tonight,” I tell her.

“Me too. What can I say? I kind of missed you.”

I pull her close. “I missed you too. So, did you hang out with anyone on your trip?” the moment I ask it, I realize just how jerky it sounds. “Sorry. Feel free not to answer that. I know this whole thing is casual.”

She looks up at me and smiles. “No, I didn’t see or hang out with anyone else. In fact, all I thought about was you.”

I don’t respond right away, and she adds, “Shut up. If you tell anyone I was sweet, I’ll deny it.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” I kiss the top of her head.

As great as this moment is, I know I need to tell her. When the booze wears off, she’s going to figure out that I have a kid. I’d rather it come from me.

“Ronnie, I need to tell you something.”

I wait for her response, but all I get is a soft snore.

Damnit.

Okay, first thing in the morning, I'll tell her.