In the kitchen, River had pulled out packages. Chicken thighs, breasts, a filet, ground beef, a pork chop, and bacon were there. “You weren’t kidding. You have a large … assortment of meat.”
He shook his head. “It’s going to be a hard day, isn’t it?”
“Unless you tell me to stop, I think it will be.” I loved the double entendre, and I could tell he wouldn’t ask me to stop. I was glad. Making River blush was my new favorite thing.
I grabbed the filet and chicken thigh. “Let’s use these to start, and Charlie isn’t going to eat all that in the next few days. We...” I abruptly stopped talking, “You might need to cook up or freeze that other meat. Can you get me a knife and cutting board?” As he walked across the kitchen, I looked at his broad shoulders. The tank top he wore showed his defined pecs and abs. I swallowed hard. He had a swimmer'sbody, tall, defined, and firm. From what I could tell, he was around the same height as I was, maybe an inch shorter. I knew that his body would fit perfectly against mine.
“My nephew would love that jersey. He has been considering attending college about an hour and a half from here. He had a full-ride baseball scholarship to several universities. Making his mama happy that he picked the closer campus. Having raised him alone, she doesn’t like the idea of him being too far away.” I realized I was babbling about my personal life. I rarely even mentioned my blood relatives. Most people around me were my found family. My uncontrollable urge to tell River all about me was my way of getting him to like and accept me.
I knew now that Stephen had used me to get what he wanted. I wasn’t going to fall into that trap again. Looking around, I didn’t think River would have any need to use me for money. He was a little awkward, but I found that incredibly attractive. Standing there, I stared at his back and broad shoulders. I stopped and looked more closely, and I was reasonably sure the number had a signature. “Is that an autograph?”
He looked over his shoulder like he could somehow see it. “Probably. This jersey is from the Alabama Eagles, and Josh Turner probably signed it.”
“Josh Turner, the center fielder, and two-time MVP winner? Currently one of the most important baseball players in the league?” I blinked at him, wondering why he would wear one of his signed jerseys.
“You know him?” He walked back and handed me the things I requested.
“Everybody knows him. My nephew wants to be him. I would probably blow him to say I had his dick in my mouth.” I laughed.
“Okay, okay, you are right. Josh is important to baseball and a good guy, too. What you see is what you get with him. I have a meeting with him next month. Maybe I could bring him here, and you two could meet him. Offer him that blowjob, though I think his wife would disapprove.”
“You have a meeting with Josh Turner? You’re bringing him here? Are you offering to let us meet him? Rodney would flip out. He loves everything about baseball, but I don’t want to get his hopes up.”
“Hang on, let me just get it set up.” I knew I looked at River like he was an ice cream cone that I wanted to lick. I don’t think he understood how much this would mean to Rodney. My nephew was such a good kid that deserved to do something special.
I needed to ask if his mom could come, too. She would kill me if she weren’t included. Ever since I tracked her down when I was eighteen, I swore we would do everything good together. Never again will she be absent from my life. I was now her protector even though Sarah was two years older than me. She started to defend me when she was six. When she was twelve, the foster system split us up, and I was suddenly alone. I was in eleven foster homes from the age of ten until I aged out of the system. There were good families, but most abused or ignored me, and others did both.
As soon as possible, I started working no matter where I was. I would go door to door, mowing lawns or shoveling snow. When I turned sixteen, I begged the guy down the street to give me a job flipping burgers at his restaurant, taking extra shifts, and working overtime every chance I could. That was how I got into the habit of working so hard as an adult. On my eighteenth birthday, I had access to my foster records. I took the documents and two thousand dollars to a private investigator to find my sister.
Even with all that, I graduated from High School with good grades, then worked for a year taking some classes at community college. After two years, I doubled up on classes and finished my bachelor’s degree at a local university. I then got student loans to get my master’s degree in business. I now had two successful companies on the back of those degrees.
“Ok. All set up,” River said. “Josh doesn’t mind meeting me here on the tenth, and he is okay with me having some friends join us. It’s a Friday, so we could get dinner with him and come back here if that works for you, or I could have a chef come in and cook for us.” I blinked at him like he spoke a language I didn’t understand.
I stalked across the room to him; I pulled him against me. As I expected, he fit perfectly. I heard a small gasp as I roughly grabbed him, but he never pulled away. I hugged him tightly, feeling his heart beating against my chest. He relaxed and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, tucking his head towards me. He hadn’t shaved, so the small amount of growth tickled my neck, and the warmth of his breath on my skin gave me goosebumps. My head spun, trying to decide if kissing him now would be too soon. He felt so right against me. While I worked out what to do next, my dick chose to take part, and I enjoyed the physical contact of River’s hard body against mine. From what I could feel on my hip, he was just as interested.
Now wasn’t the time to kiss him. It would be too hungry, too desperate. I wanted to take my time to feel his lips, explore his mouth, and enjoy falling into him. My opinion of wealthy men was changing, however. I hadn’t helped him get rich, so maybe my original hate was misplaced, or this was just an exception.
I reluctantly pulled back, holding both his hands. “Thank you! My only blood relatives are my sister and nephew. Letting Rodney meet Joshua-freaking-Turner is beyond a dream.” I grinned like a fool. Myheartbeat was settling into a regular rhythm, but the butterflies in my stomach were out in full force. I knew the flutters I felt inside had nothing to do with the dinner he set up. They resulted from how amazing it felt to have him in my arms.
“Can I tell Rodney, or is this just tentative?”
“It’s a done deal. Josh will be here. I try to meet with my clients face-to-face several times a year. With the season wrapped up, this is the best time to work on his endorsement contracts. Your sister is welcome to join us, too.” Looking directly at me, he blushed, then looked away.
“Let me text Rodney quickly. Then we will get back to feeding your dragon.”
Cancel all your plans for the tenth of next month. You are going to dinner with Josh Turner.
“Thank you again. I might like to give someone else that blowjob I talked about earlier.” I looked right at him, then raised my eyebrow. He smiled, looked down, then shook his head. I watched for that telltale blush to climb up his neck. I could tell he liked my flirting, which was good because it felt really good.
“Okay. So, Charlie is still technically a baby and needs to eat small bits of food. For now, we will chop it fine.” I showed him a quarter-inch cube. “Ultimately, he can eat chunks about this size.” I chopped it up more, then showed River. “This is the size he will get fed for the next few months.”
“I can do that.” He held out his hand for the knife. I handed it to him, and he cut up the chicken as I showed him.
“Perfect. I like to give Daisy variety, as we did with the barbeque. It seems to make her happy. Honestly, they can eat anything.”
He smirked at me. “Can they eat toaster pastries?”
“Yes. I like to feed my dragon quality meat and vegetables. It will keep them healthy, but Daisy does like her lasagna and sweets. My suggestion is don’t overdo junk food. Their bodies are like ours, and nothing is sadder than a fat dragon that can’t fly.”
