Redemption(55)

Tara looked into the distance, a dreamy expression on her face. She then looked towards Jimmy, who was now taking his top off. Her eyes widened. “How could you not want to spend every waking moment with that? Have you seen his muscles? I’ve been walking around like John Wayne for the past two weeks. He’s fucking insatiable.”

I started laughing and Dean looked up with a smile. What I wouldn’t give to be walking around like John Wayne right now. I remembered how good it felt to be fucked by Dean, but I also remembered how it felt when he made love to me. I wanted to feel that more than anything right now. It didn’t help when he penetrated me with those eyes and smiled at me the way he did. It always felt like the first time. I went right back to when I was six.

Tara nudged me. “Stop drooling,” she whispered with a giggle.

I gasped. “I’m not drooling.”

Tara shook her head. “Girl, you are so drooling, but I would if I had that, too.” She looked over at Dean with a smile, then winked at me.

I giggled. “Come on, Tara. Let’s catch some rays.” I looked over at Jeremy who was still playing his new toy. “Jeremy, shall we get you changed?”

Jeremy contemplated. “I want Dean to do it.”

I looked at Dean to see if he was okay with it and he nodded. “Okay. His swimsuit is already on the bed.”

Dean nodded and took Jeremy by the hand. They soon disappeared upstairs. “It looks like I’ve been made redundant.” I rolled my eyes at Tara.

“Oooo, is someone getting jealous? You should be happy. He is the father, after all.”

We walked out together and Tara whistled at Jimmy, who quickly came over and smacked her on the ass. Tara squealed as we both made our way to the lounge chairs to lay down.

“It’s just strange, Tara. Jeremy has known Dean for barely twenty-four hours and has already taken to him.”

Tara swung her legs up on the lounge chair. “I can see that. All the time I’ve seen him with Evan, he was never once like that.” She looked at me with a frown. “Have you heard from Evan at all?”

I cringed and shook my head. “No. And I keep thinking I should give him some space. If it were me, I wouldn’t want my ex to keep calling and reminding me that he’s still around every day.” I looked at Tara and she nodded. “Have you seen much of him at the hospital?”

Tara sighed. “Occasionally, but not much. He’s been taking on a lot of work lately. When I do see him, he looks kind of sad, but I would say he’s getting on. It certainly hasn’t affected his work.”

I closed my eyes with a sigh. “Well, at least that’s something. I haven’t really been going to the hospital that much to read anymore, either. I’ve been a couple of times since, but I’m just so afraid of bumping into him. I know that sounds selfish.”

Tara shook her head. “You can’t say it’s selfish. You’re a busy woman who is taking care of her kid by herself. I know you’re off work for the summer holidays, but that still doesn’t mean to say you’re not busy. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You go when you can.”

Tara looked at me sternly and I nodded with a smile. “Yes, Miss Tara.” I winked at her and she smiled back.

Jeremy soon emerged, Dean following. All he was wearing were his surfer swimming trunks and, by fuck, he looked good. I couldn’t help but lick my lips a little.

“Shit,” Tara uttered under her breath. “How can you concentrate?” She looked over at Jimmy and laughed. “Is it my birthday or something? When does the music start so they can both take their clothes off?”

I started laughing. “They haven’t got much on as it is.”

Tara shook her head as she leered at Jimmy. “Damn fine.”

I giggled just as Jeremy came bounding up to me. “Mommy! Mommy, Dean has my name on his body!” He grabbed Dean by the hand and dragged him towards us. “Look!”

I looked up at Dean as he shrugged. I leaned forward and pinched Jeremy’s cheek. “I know. That’s because you’re special and everyone knows it.”

Jeremy looked up at Dean, then at Jimmy. “Dean says they’re tattoos. I like tattoos. Even Jimmy has tattoos. Can I get one?”

Everyone laughed. “No, it doesn’t work like that, honey,” I said.

Jeremy frowned. “Why not?”

“Because tattoos are for adults. You can’t have one until you’re at least eighteen because they’re a permanent mark on your skin. You have it for life.”

Jeremy looked animated. “So, Dean will have my name on his body forever?”