Revealing Annie - Freya Barker Page 0,94

too much for me to lie to him about that.

“What’s gonna happen to her?”

Fuck. I didn’t know this parenting shit would be this hard.

“She’ll probably be assigned a defense lawyer and will likely be seeing a judge in the next day or two.”

“And then she’ll go to jail?”

The defeat in his voice kills me, and I don’t know what to say. But Annie does.

“I have an idea,” she says, telling me with her eyes to hear her out. “What if your dad and I talk to the judge? Maybe we can suggest that if he sends her to a drug treatment center for as long as it takes for her to get clean, we’d be willing to drop the charges?”

“You can do that?” I can hear the hope in his voice.

“We can try.”

“Dad?”

It still hits me in the gut hearing that, ever since I graduated from Pop to Dad.

If it were up to me the bitch could rot, but for my son’s sake I can live with Annie’s suggestion.

“Yeah, we’ll try.”

31

Annie

Two months later.

“Sweet Jesus, Kyle…”

It’s five thirty in the morning and I woke up a few minutes ago with Kyle’s mouth between my legs.

He has to be at work at seven and I have to get Bryce up for school, but in these early morning hours all I can think of is the magic of his tongue toying with my clit.

My hands hold onto his head as I rock my core against his mouth. Almost there.

“Please, honey…”

He slides two fingers into my pussy, curving them to hit the perfect spot that sends a charge straight down to my toes. Then he sucks hard on my clit while humming deep in his throat, and I burst apart.

Before I even draw my first breath, Kyle is braced on one arm, looming over me. His dark eyes burn with lust as he uses his other hand to brush the crown of his cock along my slick, tender folds. My body still spasming in the aftermath of that orgasm, he drives inside me, planting himself to the root.

“Fuck, Annie-chan, you couldn’t be more perfect.”

“Bryce! Get your ass out of bed or I’m sending up the dogs!”

I’m yelling up from the bottom of the stairs when Kyle walks up behind me, kissing the spot at the base of my neck that always gives me shivers.

“I’ve gotta run, babe. You sure you’re gonna be okay?”

“Go. I’ll be fine. I’ll grab a bucket of water if the dogs don’t work.”

I feel his body vibrate with a chuckle at my back.

“Give me your mouth.”

I twist my neck and do as he asks, my nipples instantly pebbling at the hunger still in his kiss after that early morning delight he woke me up with. He pulls back, kisses the tip of my nose, and heads out the door.

Still no movement upstairs.

This isn’t new. Our boy is definitely not a fan of mornings and every day is a challenge to get him out of bed.

“Okay, guys,” I tell the dogs, who’ve been obediently waiting for their cue. “Your turn. Where’s the boy, go get the boy!”

The two rather large bodies race up the stairs. I wince when I hear the door slam into the wall when they barge into his bedroom. Bryce’s disgruntled sounds filter down the stairs and I walk back to the kitchen, knowing the dogs won’t let up until he’s out.

Twenty minutes later, he gets into the passenger’s side of my new Volvo XC40. I still have the Matrix; it’s up at the Arrow’s Edge compound where Brick and the boys are helping Bryce rebuild the engine after it conked on me last month. I told him if he could make it run he could keep it. He’ll be fifteen in two months and will be able to get his learner’s permit. It scares the crap out of me.

His leg healed well, they just want to take out the stabilizing plates they put in because the doc says he’s still growing. That’ll be done next Friday, his fall break, that way he doesn’t have to miss school.

“Have everything?” I ask when he buckles in. For all his smarts, the kid would forget his head if it wasn’t screwed on.

“Yeah,” he grunts, still not quite awake.

“I was gonna make tacos for dinner.”

“Cool,” he says with a smidge more enthusiasm.

The rest of the drive to school is silent as it is most mornings, but I don’t care; my favorite part of the day is coming up. I stop outside