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“Doing what?” CindyLou asked as she sashayed over to me in her tight stretch jeans and a cropped white top that showed enough of her soft breasts to make any straight guy take a second look. And those scuffed short cowgirl boots… well, I wanted to slip her right out of those and wrap those long legs of hers over my shoulders while I ate her sweet…
“Having any kind of group sex without me,” I said, getting right to the point.
“Who said that’s what we were talking about?” She sounded a little coy, and I couldn’t tell whether she was putting it on, or I was off totally off base, and she was setting me straight.
“Isn’t that why you’re all here? To talk about it?” I asked the question, but I could tell she wanted no part of this discussion.
“Maybe, but what makes you think I’m ready to take you into my bed?”
“Burn, Mickey, burn,” Scotty mouthed as my glance when his way.
Colt just made a face, while CindyLou seemed as serious as a plane crash, which was what I felt like. My plane was on a downward spiral with no chance of a soft landing.
“Okay. I can handle it. I know I’ve been a shit, but in my defense, I just heard about Darci a few days ago. Plus, I thought we had it worked out?” I decided not to back off. This was too important on a lot of levels.
“What about the grocery store today? Why didn’t you come over to us? Why did you run out of there like the place was on fire?” As she spoke, she stood to be more on my level. The act somewhat intimidated me.
“Oh, burn again,” Scotty said, only this time he said it loud enough for everyone to hear.
“You ran out of the grocery store?” Colt asked, like it was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.
It wasn’t.
I’d done a lot of stupid things in my life. That was just one of them.
“Okay. Okay. Maybe it was stupid, but I didn’t want to meet my daughter for the first time at the local grocers. Why is that so bad?”
“Where do you want to meet her, because so far you haven’t made one attempt.” CindyLou had me now. Had me good. “Yes, we have plans for Sunday afternoon. Is that still a good time for you or have you changed your mind?
“Maybe I should just go,” I told them standing.
“That’s up to you,” she said. “But if you do, don’t come back.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, feeling as though she just punched me in the gut.
“It means if you don’t stand up for me, for Darci and for what you want now, you never will.” Her words cut through me and caused my eyes to fucking water like a baby. I held my own and didn’t allow my emotions to take hold, but fuck it all, she knew how to stick the knife in and turn it.
I couldn’t stand losing her again. Couldn’t make myself do my normal shit, and run. Not when she was calling me out on my own crap.
I did the only thing I could. I walked over to her, swept her up in my arms and crushed my lips on hers. The way I saw it, she had two choices. She could pull away and slap me across the face, or we could start on a path that I knew I wanted to take but was scared shitless.
When she didn’t pull away, and instead fell into the kiss, my emotions got the best of me, and I not only kissed her, but I pulled her in so tight I knew she could feel my cock getting hard under my jeans. It didn’t take much where CindyLou was concerned. I was hot for the woman at the mention of her name.
I never wanted to let her go because once I did, I knew the shit would start up again, and as long as my lips were on hers, we were good. Life was good.
Still, she broke the kiss. “What the hell, Mickey?”
“I’ve been in love with you ever since that night, and I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I only run from what I want when I think I don’t stand a chance. Do I? Do I stand a chance with you? Cause if I do, you’ve made my world.”
“We need to talk about all of this first,” Colt said while he sat on the sofa with Scotty.
I didn’t know where all of that came from, but it was the God’s honest truth, something I’d avoided my entire life. In my experience, the truth never went over very well, so I rarely, if ever used it. Yet there I was, baring my fucking soul to a woman who probably wanted nothing to do with me, except to be in our daughter’s life. I wouldn’t blame her if she turned around and kicked me to the curb, and took either Colt or Scotty, or hell, even both of them in her bed, and in her heart.
I’d always been the odd man out, even in my friendship with these two good guys. And they were the good guys. Probably why Colt got his heart stepped on so much, and why Scotty could never hook up with a woman who really loved him. I mean, the guy was dedicated to his mom, and would probably take a bullet for her.
Then there was Colt… the Good Son who never missed a birthday or a holiday. Who called his mom or his dad at least twice a week, and who took care of their house while they vacationed like it was his own.
Then there was me… the lose cannon. A dad who I rarely saw, and a mom who died while I was still in diapers. Not that I blamed her, but all those fucking drugs certainly didn’t do her any good. I’ve tried to get my shit together before, but nothing put it all into perspective like a solid punch from Daryl. That man actually knocked some sense into me. Not that I would ever tell him that, the old goat.
