Trust Me:Rivers Edge - Book 1(8)

By: Lacey Black



I realize Jake is watching me, waiting on me to confirm what he already knows. “You’re right. I want to avoid all that Vanessa shit tonight. I think I’m gonna go for a run and just relax. Maybe have a few more beers.”

“You could always hit the Pub and find another date for the evening. Have you seen Kim since she got back to town? Rumor has it she ditched her husband and is looking for fun. Lots of fun,” he says with a sly grin.

Divorcees are favorites of ours. Most of the time, they’re only interested in some no-strings sex, and they’re usually still man-hating so I don’t have to worry about any husband hunting. The one type I avoid at all costs is clingy. Divorcees are fun and maybe that’s what I need tonight. Maybe I should head up to the Pub with Jake and take Kim home for the night.

But as quickly as that thought enters my mind, so does an image of crystal blue eyes and long blond hair. I can’t think about sex without thinking of Avery. For some reason, the thought of going to Jack’s and picking up Kim, or any other chick, isn’t settling right with me. What the hell is wrong with me?

Jake pulls up in front of my house, and I climb out. I throw my oldest friend a little wave and head into my quiet house. I quickly change my clothes and throw on my favorite worn running shoes. I grab my mp3 player from the kitchen counter before I head out the door. After a few quick stretches in the quiet of my front yard, I contemplate which route I’m taking tonight. As I head towards the park, my mind is filled with those endless blue eyes and a gorgeous smile. Blond hair that begs for me to dive my hands into as I hold her head still and devour her mouth. I wonder if she makes little noises when she’s being kissed like she does when she’s concentrating on something? Those little noises from the back of her throat turn me on like nothing I’ve ever heard.

I crank up the AC/DC as I turn into the park and head towards the walking path. The mid-October air is very cool and stings my cheeks. My mind is racing and even some classic 80’s rock isn’t cutting it tonight. I don’t know what it is about Avery, but she scrambles my damn brain cells. One minute I’m thinking about joining someone in bed and the next I’m wishing that someone was Avery. If Jake could read my mind, I’m pretty sure I’d be dead by now.

There are a million reasons why I shouldn’t be thinking about her at all. One, there’s Jake. He’s my best friend, and I’d be breaking the unwritten guy code if I so much as thought about her naked. And now I’m thinking about her naked. With her long, lean legs and curves in all the right places, I bet she’s fucking hot naked.

Then there’s the ten year age gap. That doesn’t help. And that brings me to my next hang-up; she has a kid. A kid! I don’t know anything about kids, nor do I really want to. But, I have to admit, that kid is pretty cool. I don’t mind being around her. Jake watches Brooklyn for Avery every once in awhile on our days off, and I have discovered that I actually don’t mind hanging out with him while she’s there. Now, other kids? Hell no. Just the sound of a screaming, crying kid in the grocery store is enough for me to abandon my cart and run straight back out the front door.

As I make my way to the end of the park, near the edge of town, I decide to head out of the park and hit some side roads. I don’t know anyone who lives in this area of town so I know I don’t have to worry about being stopped and having to make small talk. I’m definitely not in the mood to chit chat with anyone.

When I reach the end of the street, I stop in front of a big house that always seems to catch my eye. I find myself driving by it on patrol or running by it more and more frequently. I have no idea what I find so appealing about this house. It’s not too big, but it’s definitely made for a family. A family that I never intend to have. The backyard is big and fenced in and I can almost see my friends gathering in the backyard with food and beer. It has a big front porch, too, which I love, but my favorite part is the big garage. I’ve been told there is an attached shop area on the back of it. I wouldn’t need a whole shop for working on stuff, but I could definitely use a space for tinkering. Plus, the thought of a man cave with big television, comfy chairs, fridge, and maybe a pool table is appealing as hell.

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