Chapter 36 Moms and Dogs
Chapter thirty-six
Moms and Dogs
Beau
Ilook at Jo as I’m buttoning my jeans back up. I can’t believe that she and I have now fucked in this shop.
Twice.
She’s something else. Just when I think I’m getting used to her, she changes the name of the game, and I’m left guessing all over again. But I love it. It ensures I’ll never get bored.
Not that I think I’d ever get bored with Jo in general. She’s the girl I’ve been waiting on for years.
“Hey,” I begin. “Are you okay with everyone knowing about this?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I know that you wanted to keep it a secret, and apparently, we did a shitty job at it.”
She walks over to me and wraps her arms around my waist. “I didn’t want to keep it a secret because I want to keep you a secret. I just liked our own little private world, but I still will like that world with other people knowing.”
“You’re incredible,” I say with a soft kiss.
“You want to talk about incredible? That sex we just had was incredible.”
“Really? I’m not usually that forceful, but you kind of bring it out in me.”
She grins. “Well, I hope I bring it out more often because damn.”
“Noted.”
Her phone starts going off, and she grabs it off the counter to read the text.
“Oh, crap,” she mumbles while texting back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Dylan just texted. Apparently Leah and the girls all have strep throat, so their house is basically a petri dish. I’m going to have to go stay with Ronnie or my parents or something.”
“Why don’t you come stay with me?”
She looks up from her phone. “You’d be okay with that?”
“Sure. Why not? I’m sure you’d end up spending a couple of nights there this week anyway, right?”
“You have a point. I just don’t want you to feel like I’m overtaking your space or anything.”
“Not at all, Jo. Come on. We will run by Dylan’s and grab your stuff and head over to my place.”
I wonder if she’s going to fight me on it. Maybe I’m suggesting too much too soon. If she wanted to go stay with her sisters or her parents, I wouldn’t care. She just didn’t seem too happy about those options, so I gave her a different one.
Without another word about it, she grabs her bag and says, “Okay, let’s go.”
***
“Beau, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Jo says from the passenger seat of my truck.
“Beautiful, it will be fine. I promise.”
“You don’t know that. I don’t think this is going to end well.”
“Do you want to meet my dog or not?”
“Yes, but I don’t understand why you just can’t go get her and bring her back to your place.”
When we left the shop, we went to get her stuff and dropped it back off at the house. I knew I had to go pick up Mia, so I asked if Jo wanted to come. She said yes, but just now is she realizing that she has to interact with my mother.
“Relax, Jo. It’s okay. My mom likes you.”
“No, your mom used to like me. I’m sure me running away and not being here for her son through two massively devastating events is enough to turn the tides.”
I pull her hand away from her mouth to stop her from gnawing at her fingernails. “I promise. It’s going to be fine. We aren’t going to be here long. We will grab Mia and head home. I’ll make dinner, give you some orgasms, and put you to bed. All will be right in the world.”
She looks at me. “How many orgasms?”
“How many do you want?”
“Seven.”
“You think you can handle seven orgasms?” I ask.
“Guess we will just have to find out.”
“Challenge accepted, beautiful.”
We pull into my mom’s driveway, and I walk over to open Jo’s door. I’m worried I’m going to have to drag her out, but she reluctantly follows me to the door.
I try to hold the front door open for her, but she insists that I go in first.
“Mom?” I call.
“Kitchen!”
Wanting Jo to feel more at ease, I grab her hand and link my fingers with hers as we walk toward the sound of Mom’s voice.
“Hey, honey,” she greets as we walk in and see her standing at the stove. Immediately, her eyes fall to Jo, who looks like she wants to crawl into a ball and hide. “Hi there, Jo. Long time, no see.”
“Hi, Mrs. Stephenson,” Jo says in barely more than a whisper.
“Sweetheart, you and Beau have been grown for damn near a decade now. I think it’s okay if you just call me Lynn.”
With a tight smile, Jo says, “Hi, Lynn. It’s good to see you again.”
“You too.” She looks down to see us holding hands. “I see you two finally got your heads out of your asses.”
Jo gives a small laugh. “I think I was probably the only one who had my head up my ass.”
“Yeah, you left and stayed away for far too long, but my son didn’t go after you or tell you how he felt in the first place, so I think you both were clowns.”
I nod. “Fair enough.”
“At least now that you’re back, he can stay away from Christie.”
My head falls back as I sigh. “Christie wasn’t that bad.”
Jo pats me on the shoulder with her free hand. “You just keep telling yourself that.”
“Does anyone in town like her?” I ask.
Jo responds with, “Only the guys who have slept with her.”
Mom quips, “So, I’m sure there’s a lot of people who like her.”
Jo starts cackling. “Wow, Lynn. You’re coming in hot.”
Changing the subject from my sex life, I say, “We are here to pick up Mia. I’m surprised she’s not at the table, eating dinner.”
“She already ate and has been outside chasing a squirrel for about an hour.”
“Has she even come close to catching it?” I ask.
“No. Poor thing is cute as a button but not very fast. Even if she did catch the squirrel, I don’t think she’d have a single clue what to do with it.”
“She could invite him in and have a dinner party in your kitchen,” I say.
“Just know, if she does do that, you’re not invited.”
I walk out back to grab Mia, leaving Jo alone with my mom. I figure she would follow me, but I guess she hung back. Hopefully, Mom is being nice to her. I know she said she’s happy we finally stopped being idiots, but I also know my mom isn’t good at not saying what she’s thinking.
When Mia sees me, she comes running over and jumps on me so hard I fall backwards.
“Hey, girl! I missed you too! Are you ready to go home?”
Excitedly, she wags her tail and starts running small circles around me as I get up. We get inside, and she immediately makes her way over to Jo and gives her a good sniff test.
“Hi, Mia,” Jo says, crouching down to get on the dog’s level. “You’re a pretty girl. I kind of wondered if you were real or just a figment of your dad’s imagination.”
“Ha ha,” I reply. “I told you she was real.”
“And oh, so cute. Yes, you are. You are just adorable.” She talks in a baby voice, and Mia is already eating it up.
I can’t blame her. I know just how easy it is to fall in love with Joanna Lawson.