Free The Soccer Mom's Bad Boy by Jordan Silver Page A

higher than I’ve ever been and that’s part of what scares me. Not even with Mark, who I thought was the love of my life, did I ever feel the half of what this man makes me feel.
    The way my heart actually hurts when he leaves, or the way it races uncontrollably whenever he’s near. Let’s not talk about what he does to my girly bits, not even liners work anymore. Just the thought of him, or a random memory of one of the myriad of new things he’s taught my body, and I’m off and running.
    I adore the way he can’t seem to stop touching me, especially my ass. Or how he always wants me near when we’re in a room together.
    Yesterday we went public for the first time and although I wasn’t quite sure I was ready for that in such a small town, there was no telling him no. My daughter seems to think that he’s the best thing to happen to us in forever and I’m hoping beyond anything that she doesn’t get her heart broken again.
    “You’re fucking the monster inside of your bed, better listen to voices inside of your head.” Janine’s crass words broke into my reverie.
    “Is that what she’s really saying?” I watched my crazy friend dance around the room with a big sappy grin on her face.
    “No ass, but that’s what I’m telling you. Get that dick girl,”
    “Oh damn can you act your age?”
    “My age my ass, get that shit girl. All kidding aside, I really like him.”
    “I do too.” The two of us started squealing and jumping around with our arms around each other until our girls came and gave us the ‘motherly’ look before disappearing again.
    “Oops, I guess we were being a bit unruly.” I said tongue in cheek.
    “Unruly my ass, this calls for a celebration.” We ended up having a little more wine than I was used to, which worked out at the end of the night when Dane climbed through my window, because he was extremely amorous and there was a moment there when I thought he’d reached my esophagus.
    The proof was in the pudding the next morning when I felt pulls and twinges in places I didn’t even know existed.

Chapter 12
     
    DANE
     
    When my phone rang in the middle of the afternoon and it said wifey calling I had a pretty good idea what she was calling about. It had been two weeks since I’d taken our relationship out in the open, though I still climbed through her window at night because my girl was all about appearances and convention bullshit.
    I’d met her mom just the night before and from that one meeting I was tempted to get my little family the fuck out of dodge. To say the bitch was crazy is an understatement.
    She took one look at me and realized I wasn’t someone she could control the way she did her kid, so she wasn’t very receptive. I let her know in no uncertain terms that I basically could give a fuck and that only seemed to make matters worse. The fuck I care.
    “What’s up baby?”
    “Dane…”
    “Take a deep breath babe.” She was hyperventilating and shit.
    “I’m at the bank, I think I’m in trouble.”
    “Why do you say that?”
    “Because somehow I have fifty thousand dollars extra in my account and I don’t know how it got there, what should I do?” I should’ve known she’d react this way.
    “I put it there baby.”
    “You…what? are you insane?” She went on and on with her spiel and I let her because everyone should have their say when shit impacted their lives, but fuck this democracy bullshit was gonna take getting used to. It wasn’t going to be long before I reined her ass in, but I gotta start slow. Didn’t want to scare the fuck outta her. Still!
    “Calm the fuck down. I told you, you’re my woman, the kid is now mine as well. Your ex hasn’t shown any interest in taking care of either of you and I’d be fucked if I’m climbing through your window at night to fuck you and you have nothing to show for that shit.
    The money is to cover your bills and other little odds and ends until we find a home. Now I’m in the middle of