My Twist of Fortune by Rayne, Piper (little red riding hood read aloud txt) 📗

here in some way. Even when we were just friends.” He covers his heart with his free hand. “I don’t play games or give one shit about Jeff. I want this, Marla, and I think the good that can come from us being together outweighs the struggles we’re going to go through.”

“So what does that mean?” I ask.

He leans forward, his lips millimeters from mine. “I’m all in.”

“Really?” I whisper back.

“Somewhere in the middle of this, I… oh hell, I’ve fallen in love with you.”

“Me too.” I sound like a teenage girl who just scored her dream guy, but my heart sores and my body feels as though it could float away.

He crashes his lips to mine and his hand on my hip urges me up and over him so I’m straddling his hips. Our lips are frantic. His hands roam my body, falling to my ass, pushing me forward so I rock against his hard dick.

“God, I want you,” he says, breaking the kiss for his lips to travel down my jaw. My head falls back and he casts open-mouthed kisses along the center of my neck. His hands roam up under the hem of my thick sweater. “You have no idea how many times I’ve beaten off to you in that cami.”

I giggle, my hand falling down his stomach. I unbutton his pants, digging my hand down the front, past the elastic waistband of his boxers until I hold the weight of his length in my palm.

“Fuck.” His teeth nip at my neck. “Sweater off now.”

With the use of one of his hands and one of mine, we discard it, tossing it out of the way. Goose bumps break out across my skin, but Hank is enough to keep me warm. Or distracted at least.

As his breath is growling when I grip him tighter and he’s bucking into my hand, a flashlight shines into Hank’s eyes from below.

“What’s going on here?”

I turn, catching sight of a police badge on the man’s chest, and scramble to get off Hank’s lap.

“It’s like we’re back in high school.” Hank laughs as I throw my sweater back on. He buttons himself back up and stands, making his way down to talk to the cop.

I’m mortified as the police officer asks the dreaded question, “What are you two doing here?”

I can’t help but love the rush of excitement that comes from discovering this playful side of myself—even if it might get me in trouble.

Sunday morning, I decide it’s a breakfast out morning for the Greene clan—mostly because I haven’t gotten to the grocery store. We load up in my truck and head downtown to Two Brothers and an Egg. The local station is on the radio, talking about fishing weather and the type of fish that are biting. There’s only ever local news and seventies music because the town voted and since most of our population are my parents’ age or slightly younger, they went with the seventies.

The DJ, Chip, gets on the air and tells everyone about today’s expected wind speeds and what bait they should use if they’re headed out on the water. “And now I want to welcome a new segment I’ve been asked to add. It’s called ‘Locals Behaving Badly.’”

“What’s this?” Cade turns up the volume.

So far today he hasn’t given me a ton of hell, which is a nice change. Then again, he doesn’t know about the cops finding me making out with Marla on the bleachers. Thank God I was able to talk us out of that one.

“An anonymous follower thought it might be fun to provide updates about any locals caught doing things they shouldn’t. I think it’ll bring some new life to this news station, and to that point, our first story is really juicy. If you have kids in the room, you might want to turn the volume down for a minute.”

Cade laughs and turns it up louder.

“Your sister and brother are in the car,” I warn him with a glare.

“Chevelle and Adam, cover your ears,” he says.

I watch through the rearview mirror as they actually listen to him. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad that they view him as an authority figure. It probably means I’ve been working too much.

“Cade, it’s just gossip,” I say.

“Shh…” His eyes are lit up with anticipation. It’s a look I haven’t seen since Jed showed up at his high school, so I glance one more time at the youngest Greenes to make sure their ears are covered.

“Everyone is aware that Marla Greene returned to town with her kids but no Jeff Greene in tow. Those of us who went to high school with her know about the brief moment senior year when we thought she was destined to be with another Greene from Sunrise Bay.”

My hand goes for the dial, but Cade laughs, swiping my hand away. Since I’m stuck in a turn, it’s either let it play out or side swipe a car.

“Well, get a load of this… last night, Marla and Hank were caught trying to relive some old memories on the high school football field. Things got hot and heavy and they were found making out in the bleachers. Who knows where things would’ve gone if the cop hadn’t found Hank with his pants down?”

“Dad!” Fisher yells from the back seat.

I change the station, pissed off.

Cade throws himself back in the seat with so much force, Chevelle flinches. “My life is officially over.” The smile on his face turns into a scowl.

I’m officially the worst dad ever.

“I don’t get it. Why did Dad have his pants off?” Xavier asks.

“I can’t even think about it,” Fisher says, rubbing his eyes as if the visual of me with a woman will haunt him for eternity.

“Seriously? Are you trying to kill my entire social life?” Cade seethes.

I park along the curb outside Two Brothers and an Egg. “Let’s just have breakfast and drop it.”

Cade looks out the window. There’s already a