Just thinking about her makes my ass itch. Speaking of which! I twisted a little to ease the pressure of the plug that was currently shoved up my butt courtesy of Richard Soames.
I listened to dad as he went through the weekly roll call. Did I need money? Was I eating enough? How are the kids? And most surprising of all, how’re things with Richard?
I never expected him to be as accepting as he obviously is of my relationship with the once married father of two. But when you’re a daddy’s girl, you kinda learn over time how to get over. Though I’m sure I have ma to thank for part of the ease with which he’s accepted things.
It could also have something to do with my lack of interest in boys my age when I was growing up. While my friends and cousins were doing the dating thing I never had any real interest, which had once been a source of concern for everyone in my nosy ass Italian family. I didn’t know it then, but apparently my lack of interest stemmed more from what was on offer than anything else.
In other words, I didn’t know that I was into older men, and definitely one that came with a ready made family and an ex who doesn’t seem to get the meaning of the word.
I never expected this when I answered the Ad my first week back at school. I’d been looking forward to finishing up my last year, which was mostly clinical stuff, before heading back east to start my career as a nurse.
Now my life has been turned upside down. I guess you can’t choose who you fall in love with. But it hadn’t taken me that long to fall for the tattooed biker with the strong arms that make me feel safe when he wraps them around me.
I never knew that I needed that until the first time I felt it. I’ve heard a lot of stories about love at first sight and have to admit to thinking of it in less than glowing terms.
But seeing is believing and I know I was struck by that phenomenon when we first met. If I hadn’t fallen for his looks, those blue Paul Newman eyes and that dark hair worn close to the scalp, five minutes of watching him with his kids would’ve done it.
There’s no hiding that he’s full of love. And the way he loves, good heavens. I could sit for hours and just watch him with his kids. Watch the way he loves them unconditionally. And the patience he has is not something I would’ve expected from someone like him; you know, the stereotypical tattooed bad boy.
I come from a big loud family, full of love and support so I know what the real thing is supposed to look like. It was obvious from day one that he was no pretend dad just putting on a show.
He has this passion about him in all that he does. An intensity that burns in his eyes. And when he looks at me, even from that first day, that look of passionate heat in his eyes just gets to me.
That’s why I’d jumped into his bed two weeks after we met. It was almost inevitable and I think we both knew it from the first time we sat down across from each other. There was no outward signs that gave anything away, just a feeling in the air and for me, between my normally tightly closed legs.
I wasn’t surprised when he hired me even though I couldn’t tell you half of what was said that day and I don’t think he could either. Lucky for all concerned, I had good intentions and not just lustful designs on his hot body.
For those first few days we’d been circling each other, not saying much, but the signs were there. And when I remember what led up to us falling into his bed together, I still get hot.
I remember the kids had just gone to their mother’s. He’d come home looking down and me being the talkative person I am, had asked him outright what was up.
He’d opened up and let me in without reservation, one of the things I’d noticed about him since the beginning. He was easy to talk to and he always played it straight with me.
I found out later that that wasn’t always the case with him, which just added to the bond between us. It’s as if he trusted me without question, something I appreciated immensely.
When he told me he missed his kids already it felt like the most natural thing to walk over and put my arms around him to offer comfort. It was just another sign of the great love he bore his kids, and made me fall a little bit more in love with him.