I sit up with him still inside of me, both of us moaning softly at the feeling. He traces his hands down to my waist, and I grin teasingly when I feel his cock twitch inside of me, already hardening again.
“Fuck, look at you.”
We might wind up eating the pizza for breakfast at this rate, but I’m not going to complain.
Chapter Sixteen
BO
Funny how lifegets better when you cut out the bullshit, huh?
Kenzie and I are going steady, our relationship stronger than ever, and we've decided that we’ll stay together no matter what happens with Savannah. I’m man enough to admit when I've fucked up, and I won't saddle anyone with the consequences of my actions. She'll get every penny of child support I owe her, and I'd love the chance to be active in my kid’s life, but I want nothing to do with Savannah Ward. It's Kenzie or no one, and that won’t change.
I've spent my whole life following the script, doing what's expected of me, but I've never been happier than I am right now. My whole life could go to shit, but as long as I've got Kenzie by my side, I can weather it.
Savannah seems to have caught wind of my change of heart, as the message she sent me a few days ago was much less cordial than the ones before that. She's back to her old threats, the never ending take ofyou do something or I will, but I refuse to pay it any mind. She gave me one week to sort through everything,and that was over a month ago. If she was serious about any of this, my life would be going much differently by now. I'm more than happy to let her blow smoke until she gets tired and finds someone else to bother.
I've got leftovers from the cafe and a kiss from Kenzie still lingering on my lips when I turn into the driveway, and my spirits are high.
I'll get to see Kenzie again tomorrow afternoon with the kids when they all come out to the farm, and I might ask Dad if I can take off early and take her out to dinner. It'd be nice to surprise her, and she's been working so hard on this after school program. I just want to do something to show her I'm proud of her.
As I park, two unfamiliar cars are parked in front of the house.
Mom said something about hiring some extra help at the clinic for the winter season, so I guess people are here to interview. Odd that they'd park at the house instead of by the barn, but it's a bit nippy out today. Maybe Mom’s doing interviews in her home office to avoid trudging through the sleet. I'll just have to be careful to be extra quiet when I go in.
I knock the sludge off my boots at the door before stepping inside, ready to toss my leftover onion rings in the fridge and grab a beanie before I head back out to work. Instead, I stop in my tracks as soon as I round the kitchen corner, my blood freezing in my veins.
My parents sit at one end of the table, their faces drawn and pinched in displeasure. Their eyes snap to me as soon as I come into view, and I can see the heartbreak written in the lines of Mom’s face and the absolute fury reddening Dad’s cheeks.
Savannah fucking Ward sits between her own parents.
At my kitchen table.
The bag in my hand drops to the floor.
“What the fuck is this?”
“That's the attitude you want to start with?” Dad asks, a warning threaded through his words.
I glance between him and Savannah, my good mood souring and turning to anger as I realize what's happening. Oh, that fucking bitch. I can't say she didn't warn me, but I still can't believe this. Hasn't this whole thing been a shitty attempt to bully me and my family? There's no way she's serious. Oakley was so certain she was lying.
She can't have been telling the truth this whole time.
Not when I just convinced myself it was all fake.
“Sit down, Bo.” Mom’s voice is so cold I swear the temperature around me drops ten degrees. “Obviously, we need to talk.”
I stalk over to the table and drag a chair out as far away as I can while still being in the kitchen. My dad glares at me for the subtle snub, but doesn't say anything. I slump into the chair, panic and fury mixing unpleasantly in my gut.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
“Savannah and her parents came over about half an hour ago to talk to us,” Mom says. “I assume you know what about?”
I clench my jaw shut and take a deep breath to control the anger simmering in my chest. It's not a good idea to open my mouth right now, so I just nod.
It's a jerky, short movement, full of tension and frustration. Savannah scoffs at me, but I refuse to look at her.
My self control isn't the best right now.
