“Yeah?”
“You got my hot tub pregnant.”
Royce cracked up, nestling his face into my neck before emerging again. “Good news, princess.”
“Hmm?”
“I have a vasectomy.”
NINETEEN
HARLAN
MARCH
“Mom, my car won’t start.”
Mom?
I cracked my eyes open and tried to orient myself. I was in a warm, cozy bed in a pitch-black room. Naked. A warm body with a dreamy scent was pressed into my side.
I knew that scent.
Emma.
It shocked me that she invited me to stay after we got out of the hot tub, and I would’ve felt like an asshole saying no.
Plus, I didn’t want to say no. And what was that about?
“Mom?”
Shit, where were my underwear? Hanging to dry in her bathroom. How many more seconds did I have until this kid barged into this room and got an eyeful?
The bedroom door swung open and light streamed in from the hallway. I sat up, because I couldn’t decide between wanting to hide and wanting to just fix the problem so Emma could keep sleeping.
“She’s asleep, man, but?—”
“What the fuck?!” Liam jumped back like I was a rattlesnake snapping at him. “You’re fucking my mom?”
I turned my back and jumped into my sweats, thankfully placed right next to the bed.
“Ew! I don’t need to see your ass!”
Well, kid, probably better my ass than you finding out your mom likes my piercings.I had the sense not to say that part out loud.
“Liam?” Emma sat up, thankfully wearing full pajamas. I was already halfway to the bedroom door and Liam had a hand over his mouth like he was going to be sick.
“I thought you were her student!”
“I am,” I shrugged, heading his way with pants on and pulling my shirt from the night before over my head.
“What’s going on?” Emma asked, scurrying to catch up to Liam and me.
Liam turned on his heel and poked his hands into my chest. I never got in hockey fights and wondered if this was what it felt like. “Then why are youfuckingmymom?”
“I did not fuck your mom!”
“Well,” Emma mumbled just so I could hear her, like a point could be made to the contrary. I shot her a horrified look. Did she really not care if her son found out what we did, or did I really satisfy her that well that she just couldn’t help herself? I assumed the latter and it put a little extra pep in my step.