Chapter 13
ROSIE
Afew weeks later, a heatwave hit Wyoming, and we all basked in the hot weather.
School broke for summer, and the kids went about their days like they were on a teenage mission to have the time of their lives.
Gabby, Sunshine, and Kady flitted around town like social butterflies, which was weird considering my girl usually had her nose in a book.
It wasn’t unwelcome, though. Gabs needed to experience life more, and Sunny Stone, with her immense popularity and effervescent personality, was the perfect girl to help bring her out of her shell.
My house suddenly turned into a hive of activity, probably because we had a pool.
Gabby and her friends sunbathed in my back yard in their shorts and bikinis, tanning to within an inch of their lives, which automatically attracted the alpha-macho teenage boys.
It had been the way of the world for many years and would continue to be so for many more.
Where girls went, boys followed, and vice versa, and my kids were no different from any other teens when it came to their dating rituals.
Donovan and Immie were doing great.
He’d taken to fatherhood like a fish to water and had forged such a beautiful bond with his daughter that just watching them together warmed my heart. Imogen was thriving. She was smart and clever and so sweet that everybody fell in love with her.
She already huffed and rolled her eyes at her dad’s antics, which he loved. The more shit she gave him, the more he seemed to revel in it.
He didn’t go many places without her, and I often walked into the Shamrock to see her jumping up and down in her bouncy chair and crawling across the wooden floor so fast that Donovan struggled to catch her.
He would strap her onto his back or chest and take her running or just go about his business at the gym.
He even did his personal training sessions with her scooting across the floor in her baby walker while she shouted baba and grinned so huge that everybody could admire her two new little top teeth that were well and truly through.
Watching Donovan strut around with Immie attached to him, wearing his gym gear, with that beautiful, muscled body of his, and covered in those tattoos, was a sight burned into my retinas as well as my vagina.
Seeing a sexy dad with his baby was hot, and it seemed a lot of other women agreed, going by the sheer number of them who fanned their faces whenever he walked past them while he crooned at Imogen.
Luckily, I wasn’t the jealous type. Over the years, I’d learned that if a man wanted to fuck around, he’d find a way, and that was on him, not me.
There was no point driving myself crazy by worrying about it.
It was my job to choose wisely, and I’d chosen the best because, despite his previous form with the ladies, Donovan had never even glanced at another woman.
He glanced at me, though, and he did it constantly, usually with heated eyes and an appreciative smirk.
Donovan kissed and touched me all the time, usually leaving me hot, horny, and needy as hell.
However, although I assured him I was ready, he never took it further, which in some ways made me nervous.
He was attentive in other ways, though. When we went to dinner, he always sat beside me so we could touch, whisper, and giggle at our own little jokes in our own little world.
He was funny and self-deprecating and made me laugh, then he’d say something sweet and romantic, and I’d melt inside.
We never seemed to get deep, but I was beginning to discover that being vulnerable with me, or anybody, made him uncomfortable.
However, it wasn’t something I wanted to force. I had a feeling that doing so would make Donny shut down, so I decided to let it go for now. After all, we’d only been seeing each other for a few weeks. Some guys took longer to open up, especially men’s men like Donovan.
We were building a relationship, but we were also building a ton of sexual tension, and as much as I wanted Donovan to fuck me, I enjoyed our game of dancing around each other.
I felt like a teenager with her first boyfriend, especially when we’d make out and he’d get hard and dry hump me until I thought I’d explode with wanting him.
God, I loved that so much, and sure, it would probably seem weird to some, but it just made me feel that we were starting from the beginning and creating something good and decent—something normal and right.
Maureen had picked Imogen up from the gym to take her to the Superstore over at Mapletree so she could stock up on provisions.
Immie loved going shopping with her nanna because Maureen always took her for a babyccino afterward at Martha’s coffee house and bakery—and no doubt an ample share of one of Martha’s lemon heaven cake bars.
It drove Donovan crazy because he tried to keep Imogen’s diet clean and healthy, but Maureen would come along and shove ice cream and chocolate down her throat while quoting the age-old line of ‘nanna’s house, nanna’s rules. ’
“Wanna make out?” Donny asked as we watched the car disappear down Monument Street.
“Yeah,” I replied breathily, smiling as one of his hands slid across my nape and into my hair.
“Office. Now,” he muttered, guiding me back into the gym and toward the stairs. His hand squeezed gently, and I felt heat as I ascended with Donovan crowding my back. The second we stepped through the door, he twisted me around, and my world lit up as his mouth hit mine.
His soft moan made my heart explode in my chest, then he grabbed my waist and tugged me against his groin, circling his hips against my pussy.
My clit throbbed.
Good God.
His tongue slid inside my mouth, and fuck me if I didn’t almost orgasm on the spot.
I wrenched my mouth away from his, panting as his lips trailed down my neck, nipping and sucking as he went. “I think you’ve worked enough for it, baby,” I said huskily.
“Thank fucking fuck,” he rasped against my skin. “My dick’s gonna spontaneously combust if I don’t get inside you soon.”
Thank God.
“Where we gonna do it?” I asked.
“Fuck knows,” he said, licking a trail across my collarbone with the tip of his tongue.
“You’ve always got kids at yours, and I’m at Ma’s.
” He pulled back and nodded toward the corner of his office.
“That’s a pull-out couch, but I don’t really wanna fuck you for the first time in my office.
I’ve got plans for you, sexy little bitch. ”
I ran my fingertips down his spine, smiling softly as I felt his shiver. “Beggars can’t be choosers, Donovan O’Shea.”
His eyes lowered, and he watched a nipple pebble through my thin top as he swept a thumb across it. “These fucking tits. Gonna kiss and lick them, get them primed for me, then I’m gonna squeeze them together good and tight when I fuck them.”
“And you can’t do that on a sleeper sofa?” I taunted.
Donovan’s eyes glittered with need, and he reached down to hook an arm under my ass, lifting me clear of the floor. “Trust me, I can do it anywhere,” he said, his voice low and guttural as he carried me across the office. “And I will absolutely fuck you on that couch if you keep pushing me, Posy.”
I pouted playfully. “Is that a promise?”
He rested the edge of my ass on his desk, spread my thighs, and moved between them. “Oh, it’s a promise, alright, baby, and one thing you should know about me is that I always keep my word.”
His neck bent, and he took my mouth again, humming as I parted my lips and allowed his tongue to slip inside.
My fingers curled around his shoulders before trailing down his back and resting on his high, tight ass. The heat radiating from him made my head spin. Donovan always ran hot, and I loved it, especially when we cuddled on the sofa. It was like having a real-life comforter to hand.
My fingers pressed into his butt, pulling him closer until his hard cock connected with my pussy. A shiver of delight ran from the top of my spine to the bottom, and I sucked his bottom lip greedily.
He broke our contact with a groan and buried his face in my throat, his stubble scraping across my skin in the best way.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, using my thigh muscles to arch up into him, desperately seeking any kind of purchase that would help ease the ache between my legs.
My breath sawed out hard and fast; I was so caught up in the moment and the way his cock ground against me.
Donovan knew exactly how to play my body; even his fingers splayed across my back so expertly, the sensations making my bones turn to liquid.
“Are we gonna christen that damned sleeper couch?” Donovan demanded, his voice sounding as wrecked as I felt.
I nodded because, fuck yes, I wanted that more than anything, but also because if I tried to utter a word, I was certain it would come out as an embarrassing squeak.
“Thank God,” he rumbled. “I swear my dick’s so fucking ready to drive deep into your hot, wet puss—”
The muted sound of my ringtone interrupted him.
My gaze dropped to my pocket, which was vibrating, then I lifted it again to meet Donovan’s. “Ignore it.”
He didn’t even attempt to hide his relief and moved back in for another kiss, but then his lips met mine and stilled, and he let out a deep sigh.
“Baby?” I questioned.
“What if Gabby or DJ need us?” he returned. “Or even Mam?”
My heart twisted, the disappointment hitting me deep. The last thing I wanted to do was answer the phone, but he was right.
I huffed loudly and stretched my torso, grabbing my cell from my pocket. Glancing at the display, I announced, “It’s Gabby,” before clicking to accept the call. “Hey!” I greeted brightly. “Everything okay?”
“Mom?” she cried. “Dad’s here and he’s really mad. DJ went outside to tell him to back off, and now they’re arguing. Can you come home?”
My eyes snapped to Donovan’s. “Your dad’s at the house?”
Donny’s lip curled slightly, and he patted his pocket, checking for his keys.