Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Just the Two of Us
Skye
“I can stay here on my own. I’ll be fine.” Violet taps her lip with the end of her pencil, but it almost goes up her nose.
“Honey, you’re only sixteen.”
“Legally you can leave me home on my own at fourteen,” she argues.
“Grandma and Grandpa Hall would love for you to stay with them for the weekend.” I haven’t broached the subject with them, but they love having Violet over.
“Oh, hell no. I have tutoring all day Saturday and there’s no way I’m spending Sunday playing Uno. I love Grandma and Grandpa, but they only watch bad sitcoms with laugh tracks. There has to be another option. What about Miller?”
“His grandparents are going to check in on him.”
“But he gets to stay on his own?” She crosses her arms.
“He’s seventeen, and he has hockey practice on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.”
“So why can’t I stay over there? He’s mostly an adult. That house is enormous. It’s not like they don’t have the room.”
I purse my lips. “I don’t know if that’s the best idea.”
“Why the heck not? I’m super responsible. He and I get along just fine.”
“He’s a teenage boy.”
“So?”
“What if he invites his friends over?” It’s a legitimate worry, considering my first introduction to Miller and his friend. Although that friend is in Toronto, getting ready for his first pro hockey season, so he won’t be around to help Miller make bad choices.
“I have pepper spray. And I’ve taken self-defense lessons. I know to aim for the balls and then the throat and eyes. Please don’t make me stay with Grandma and Grandpa. Their house smells like cooked cabbage and farts.”
She’s not wrong. It’s not like my parents are all that old. I was barely in my twenties when I had Violet and they had me in their early twenties, but my dad loves sauerkraut, so the house always smells like bad gas. “Let me talk to Sidney.”
Violet throws her arms around me. “Yay! Thank you. I’m responsible. And if anything goes sideways, I can always defect to Grandma and Grandpa’s.”
“I haven’t said yes yet.”
“Right. Of course. I’ll hold my gratitude until after you’ve talked to your boyfriend.”
* * * *
“No parties,” Sidney says sternly.
“No parties.” Miller gives his dad the thumbs up.
“No parties.” Violet pushes her glasses up her nose.
“There’s a three-friend limit. And under no circumstances are you to invite Cliff over.”
“I know, Dad. He’s still grounded anyway and probably will be until he graduates.” Miller tucks his thumbs in his pockets and rocks back on his heels.
“There’s money in the junk drawer if you need to order food. I picked up half a dozen pizzas and two of them are lactose free for you, Violet.” Sidney smiles at my daughter.
“Thanks, Sid.”
“And we packed ramen in your overnight bag,” I remind her.
“I remember, thanks, Mom.” She glances between us. “If you forget to tell us something, you can always text. Or call us relentlessly and leave messages. We won’t set the house on fire.”
“Don’t forget to set the timer on the oven if you cook anything,” I say. Violet and I often miss that step.
“Your grandma and grandpa will stop by sometime this weekend,” Sidney warns.
“It’s on the list on the fridge.” Miller inclines his head toward it.
After another fifteen minutes of reinforcing rules, Sidney and I are in his SUV, driving toward the lake district. It’s only a couple hours away. The perfect distance for a weekend getaway. Far enough that we’re out of reach of the city, but not so far that we can’t come home in case of an emergency.
“They’ll be fine, right?” Sidney asks.
“Of course they will. Violet is exceptionally responsible.” And Miller isn’t even remotely her type. Violet isn’t into hockey playing jocks. And she’s mentioned more than once that she thinks he might be part yeti with how much fuzz he has. I hadn’t noticed, but then I’m pretty preoccupied with his dad. I did notice, however, how tough it is for him not to stare at her rack whenever we go over for a swim. Although, boobs have hypnotizing powers where teen boys are concerned.
“It’s not Violet I’m worried about,” Sidney mutters.
I run my fingers through the hair at his nape. Goosebumps rise and he makes a deep, appreciative sound. “Violet is good at keeping things under control. It’ll be fine. And your parents are checking in on them.”
My phone buzzes with a message. From Violet.
House is still standing. Miller drove me to tutoring which was nice. He went the speed limit and stopped completely at all stop signs. He also drives with his hands at ten and two and stopped for two rogue squirrels. All is well. Enjoy your weekend. Leave all the doors open if you want.
I squint at my phone.
I can feel you giving me the stink eye. YOU left the door open and I will never let you live it down. Ever. Or until I do something similar in half a decade or possibly longer, depending on when guys are no longer idiots. Gotta go. Tutors be tutoring.
“Everything okay?”
“Yup. Miller drove her to her tutoring and stopped at all the stop signs. We’re good to enjoy a weekend without teens.”
“Great.” He taps on the steering wheel. “As soon as we get there, I vote we have sex on the first available surface.”
“I am fully on board with that plan.”
Sidney clears his throat. “I saw my doctor this week.”
“Oh, is everything okay?” Sidney is in great shape. Even when I’m on top, I don’t have to do much work.
“Yeah.” He nods and does some more finger tapping. “I got a few blue pills, though.”
“Blue pills?” All I can think of is The Matrix, or Alice in Wonderland.
“For longevity.” His eyes dart down.
Mine follow. He’s tenting the front of his khaki shorts impressively. “But you don’t have problems with longevity.”
“No. We rarely have time for more than two rounds, and I wanted to make sure I could perform should we decide we need to spend most of the weekend with my cock inside you.”
Everything below the waist clenches and my nipples tighten. “Oh God, so few holes, so many hours to fill them all.”
His grip on the steering wheel tightens and the vinyl squeaks under his palms. “How much longer until we get there?”
“Forty-five minutes.”
He rolls his neck on his shoulders. “I might have to risk a speeding ticket so we can get started sooner.”
I cross and uncross my legs. “I don’t think I allowed myself to consider too closely what forty-eight uninterrupted hours would look like with you.”
“We can spend as much or as little time naked as you want. I just felt it was important to be able to take care of all your needs whenever you wanted, however you wanted.”