Chapter 19 #2
There wasn’t much to show since my dad was here a few months ago. Still, his attachment to this place will never vanish, and that’s understandable.
“Well, now it’s time to check out the menu,” he tells me as he sits down, and the smile on his face isn’t a lie.
Joining him by sitting across from him at the table, I’m feeling more confident that this might be a bearable lunch.
“Seasonal specials, right? Maybe I can ask the chef if he can make a few of the upcoming holiday courses that will start next week after Thanksgiving. We were waiting for the decorations to come up.”
“Nah, it’s okay. I’m sure it will just be chicken roulade with cranberry compote.”
It causes me to chuckle. “A classic, eh.”
My father’s mouth curves a tick into a grin. “Something like that.”
He thanks the waiter for dropping off our drinks that we ordered on the way in. My brows furrow slightly on his choice of whiskey, considering it’s 11:50am, but then again, I ordered an IPA beer with a solid 9.57% alcohol.
He takes a long sip then sets the glass down and slides it off to the side. “How is she?”
Here we go. I haven’t even finished pouring my beer bottle into a chilled glass yet.
“Summer is doing well. Just focusing on Bo and returning to life in a healthy, natural way.”
He hums a sound. “That’s good. That’s good,” he repeats then taps his fingers on the tablecloth.
His mind is somewhere else. He’s my dad, and over the years I’ve been qualified to understand his body language.
My eyes dip down as I debate how to break the ice, but I decide to take a hammer to it. “Just say what you’ve been trying to.”
He smirks because he knows I’ve just read him like a book. “Your mom and I have different views on this situation.”
“Situation?”
“The fact that Zac wanted you to move in for a little bit. Your mother would like nothing more than for you to stay with Summer. It’s better than some other man stepping in.”
I sigh and slouch back into my seat. “What if she didn’t need a man at all? Why is everyone fixated on the idea that Summer needs a superhero?”
He snickers at me. “Because your brother had the grand idea. In truth, maybe it makes a little sense. But only for a temporary moment. You’ll be leaving Lake Spark eventually, even if you already are past the six-week deadline.”
“I’m staying.”
My father appears taken aback, as proven by a lack of quick response and his need for another sip of whiskey. “I hope that means you’ll be taking more interest in the Dizzy Duck.”
“Not more than now.”
“You’re going to find your own place and stick around to be an uncle?” he prods for further details.
Confidence overtakes me, and I roll my shoulders back. “That’s the right thing to do, and I want to. Bo is a cute little kid.”
My dad’s lips roll in as he contemplates. “You didn’t answer the moving-out part. So, let’s be clear. He’s Zac’s son and don’t you forget that.” His sharp tone has me narrowing down his thought path.
“I’m not moving out for now.”
He nods subtly, only half believing my statement.
“You and I haven’t had the best of relationships in the past few years.
It was your choice to create distance, and I can only imagine why.
Now is as good a time as any to improve that, but I swear to the heavens that if you’re waltzing in only to disrespect his memory, then we have no hope. ”
Leaning forward, I puff out a breath and rest my elbows on the table. “Cut to the chase. You don’t mean Bo.”
“Damn straight. Summer is vulnerable, and if you feel you need to take advantage of your late brother’s wife and should something be happening that goes beyond living together, then so help me, a bridge between us just broke.”
Anger swirls inside of me. Then again, what was I expecting? This isn’t surprising. Eventually, he’ll have to deal with it. There is no way they will break a relationship with Summer since that would entail not seeing their grandson.
Am I being selfish lately? Probably. But there is a reason. It will make sense. One day.
The waiter dropping off a breadbasket and a plate of butter shaped as a turkey doesn’t seem to defuse this conversation as this stare-off is no different to the times he informed me that I should put in more effort to visit when I was playing hockey. A damn contradiction in this very moment.
“Shouldn’t we just focus on tomorrow? It’s Bo’s first Thanksgiving and Mom’s first holiday without Zac.”
My father inhales a deep breath, taking a moment to calm himself. “You’re right.”
I have zero appetite right now. Plus, I’m wondering what Summer is facing at this very moment with my mom.
“Enjoy your lunch. It’s best you and I take a breather.” He nods at me, and my response is taking my knife and stabbing it straight through the butter turkey.
Summer and I stand in the shower, with the warm water spilling down our bodies.
“Really, your mom didn’t bring anything up. She just seemed completely in her element with Bo, and she kept mentioning how she’s happy that you’re around,” Summer assures me.
I grab the bottle of shampoo, even though soapsuds are already dripping down my body. “Tomorrow may not be so fun.”
Summer takes the bottle from my hand and sets it back to the side. “In the end this is about Bo. We all need to put our differences aside.”
“You’re not the one they will be pissed off with when they find out we’re together.”
She snickers a sound, not impressed. “Right.” Her T is tight. “I’m the damsel in distress.” Summer is now annoyed because that’s the last thing that she ever wants.
My fingertips touch her shoulders to calm her. “This is on me, and that’s fine.”
Summer wants to protest, but she stops short. “One day at a time, Nash. Now relax. Tomorrow is tomorrow.” She begins to slither down my body with a mischievous smirk until she is on her knees, her playful eyes watching my facial expressions. “Let me calm your nerves.”
My instinctual reflex around this woman causes my hand to smooth her hair. “Fuck, Summer.”
“In my mouth? Yes, please.” She plants her hands on the frame of my hips then her tongue darts out to lick my tip.
“This is how this is going to go? I get to fuck your mouth before your pussy for who knows how many hours. We’ll both arrive tomorrow tired.” I hiss when her mouth wraps around me.
Summer’s sound is muffled because her mouth is full of my cock.
My head falls back and rests against the tiled wall, taking in every lick and suck.
I swear in a moment I’m going to yank her up, flip her around, spank her ass, then plunge right into her.
Playful Summer in the shower is a gift from the heavens.
Her lips bind tighter around me, dragging out every pump which only brings another groan out of my mouth. I thrust into her mouth a few more times, holding her head to guide her, and when I’m getting too damn close, I pull her off.
“On your feet, Summer,” I direct.
Summer’s sexy face agrees with that request. Turning her until her back is flat against the wall, I raise her arms up and around my neck.
“Tight around my waist, Summer.” My order is met with Summer obeying by sliding her leg up with the power of her thigh, winding me closer to her body. With one hand on the wall overhead, my other quickly swipes her pussy a few times before I plummet into her, with our moans as one.
“I needed this,” I whisper into her ear as the sound of water and our bodies slapping echoes in the bathroom.
“We needed one another it seems. And not just now. Yesterday and tomorrow, too.”
My teeth scrape along the base of her neck.
If only she knew…