One More Night: A Second Chance Romance (One More Series Book 4)

by Roxy Sinclaire

  “Hey, Mom,” I said slowly, moving over to the counter. “I’m surprised to see you home.”

  She gave me a rueful look. “Yeah. I know I haven’t been around lately, but how could I ever forget my baby?”

  I grimaced. “Mom, please don’t call me baby.”

  She laughed, then sighed. “Still, I feel kind of guilty; I’ve been letting you eat leftovers for too long.”

  I just shrugged. I was pretty used to it. I sat at the counter, and immediately noticed the bills folded on top of it.

  “Mom is this…?”

  “That’s your money for school,” she said as she glanced at me over her shoulder. “It should be enough for lunch, right?”

  I arched my eyebrows at what was more than thirty dollars. Lunch didn’t cost nearly that much. She must be feeling guilty to let me off with so much.

  “Thanks, Mom,” I said. “I’ll go put this in my wallet.”

  “I’ll call you when I have breakfast ready!” she called to me as I left the kitchen.

  I usually just tossed my bag somewhere in the living room when I got home from school and left it there, and it was still on the couch where I’d left it on Friday. I pulled out my wallet to see how much I had, and I stuffed in the extra bills, a feeling of satisfaction in my chest.

  After school, maybe Stacey and I can do something together. Then later...

  I sighed. Later, it would probably be leftovers for me. I just thought it would be too convenient that Mom was here late, and she'd also be back early enough to make dinner. I would have loved to go to Rod and Stacey’s place for dinner. They’d had me over every so often, and their parents probably wouldn’t mind.

  But I’d been going a lot less lately. Since around the time Stacey and I started fucking, because it was a way bigger secret than the dating. Not that it was something I would tell them anyway, even if we did decide to tell them we were dating. I wasn’t even sure what I would tell Rod when he asked because he definitely would.

  I was about to go back into the kitchen when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw I had a message from Stacey. It wasn’t anything unusual, so I unlocked the screen and went to the messaging app. Her message made me freeze, though.

  “Can we go to school late? I want to talk. There’s something weird going on at my house.”

  I read the message over and over, and as I stood there in the middle of my living room, my mind came up with all sorts of things that she could mean. There was one that worried me the most.

  Did her family find out? Are we in trouble?

  Quickly, I sent a message back. “Do you know what it is?”

  “No idea. Rod was arguing with Dad and Mom was acting like it didn’t matter. No one will tell me anything!”

  I sat down on the couch, suddenly feeling like my legs couldn’t hold me up anymore.

  “What about you?”

  I frowned at the message. “What about me?”

  “How’re things at your house?”

  Immediately, I went to write ‘the usual,’ when I paused. Could I say everything had been usual? Yeah, I wasn’t used to seeing my mom often, enough that seeing her this morning was surprising. And even when I didn’t see her often, she at least called to check in on me. She’d always had this habit when she came in after I was asleep, she looked in on my bedroom to be sure I was home and sleeping all right. She still did that.

  I'd spent a night over at Stacey’s house, and Mom hadn't asked a thing about it. In fact, besides the post-it notes telling me where what I needed in the house was, I hadn't seen or talked to my mom for more than a few minutes in a while, and then it was only about trivial matters. Like, Friday she’d told me what was going on at work, I’d told her school was pretty okay, and that was it. She was the one usually insistent on us keeping in communication, and now that I thought about it…

  “Things are a bit weird here, too.”

  I wrote the message and pressed send, wondering if my mom had an agenda for wanting to talk to me this morning. And why was Stacey asking about this, anyway?

  “Can you come over here soon?” I messaged. “After my mom is out of the house, that is.”

  Her reply came almost immediately. “Sure. Waiting for Rod to go first, too. He’s not in the best of moods.”

  That was pretty rare for Rod, so whatever was going on, must be something really serious.

  “Kevin!” Mom called. “Breakfast is ready, come and get it!”

  Slowly, I got up and walked over to the kitchen. Mom was humming happily as she served two plates on the counter. I took a seat and ate my food slowly. Mom got out her phone and acted busy on it as she dug into her plate.

  I thought about asking if something was wrong, but thought better of it. I didn’t pry a lot into her private life, and she did the same for me, was pretty much how things had worked in my house for a while. We were still family, and that was all that mattered.

  My dad died when I was pretty young, with just left the two of us. It had happened while I was in school, and my mom came to pick me up. Dad was alone in the house, and he suffered a heart attack. We got back to find him passed out on the floor, phone not too far from his outstretched hand.

  I could still remember how much my mom had screamed, and how I’d wondered why my dad wouldn’t wake up no matter how I shook him. Mom had called for the ambulance, crying frantically.

  Because we’d left the door wide open, and Rod’s mom had picked him and his sister up and gotten them home at around the same time, she heard. Her husband was at the house for some time off.

  When she saw what had happened, she dragged me to her home and put me in the same room with Rod. I’d stayed there the whole night, and didn’t get out even after I heard the ambulance come and go. I knew it took my dad with it, but I didn’t know until the next day that he died while undergoing treatment at the hospital.

  Even though they hadn't talked much before, after that, Paul and Carol practically helped my mom raise me. Rod, even back then, was a pretty cool guy, and he somehow knew what I needed after just losing my dad. And so, he grew up to be my best friend, and our families grew close.

  When was the last time Mom even asked me about the neighbors?

  She was hardly around and talking to me, so I knew there was no way she was talking to them. Some of the times I went over there for dinner before, Mom would be invited along, and it would be like one big happy family. That had stopped long before I stopped having dinner over so often.

  She wasn’t saying anything, even though she seemed to be getting extra busy at work lately. I never asked about her job, since the only reason she had to get one was that Dad died so suddenly and she’d been a stay at home mom. She worked for my sake more than anything.

  “I need to get going now,” Mom said suddenly. “I don’t want to be late to work.”

  I looked up, feeling very confused. She hadn't said anything, and already she was ready to leave?

  “It’s fine, Mom. I’ll see you later,” I said distractedly.

  But she didn’t move yet.

  After a few seconds, she spoke. “Look, honey. I know I haven’t been around often. And we haven’t gone to visit the neighbors in a while.”

  I shrugged my shoulders, internally wondering if this was it, what she wanted to talk about. “I see them all the time. In fact, I was there Saturday and early Sunday.”

  She nodded, looking distracted. “I’ve meant to go over, but the situation is a little…”

  I frowned, watching as she looked down at the table and grabbed the salt shaker to start playing with it in her hands. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say my mom looked almost… embarrassed.

  “What situation are you talking about, Mom?”

  She smiled uneasily as she met my gaze. “Has Rod said anything to you? Anything at all about what’s going on at home?”

  Warning bells immediately rang in my mind. I hadn't talked to Rod, but something was up at his house. And accor
ding to Stacey, he and his dad had a falling out yesterday. Did my mom know something about it?

  “He didn’t say anything,” I told her because it was true. He hadn't said much to me.

  “Oh,” she murmured, looking down again. A second later, she put the salt shaker down and aimed a smile at me. I knew my mom well enough to be able to tell just how fake it was. “That’s all right, then. I have to get going, but we’ll talk after I get back?”

  She picked up her handbag that she had on the counter.

  “So, I’ll get to see you tonight?”

  She shrugged. “Might, might not. I have this project that’s…been taking way too long to complete.”

  “Another difficult to sell the house?” I guessed. Mom worked as a realtor, so there weren’t that many possibilities, to begin with.

  Mom nodded. “Yeah. Only, it’s not horrible like the last one. It’s this huge, million dollar monstrosity that no one can afford, so finding buyers is a bit…” she sighed. But then she brightened in the next second. “There’s a ray of hope, though. I might have a buyer.” She rounded the counter, and I leaned over so she could peck my cheek. “I’ll see you later, honey,” she said, waving at me over her shoulder as she all but ran out of the house.

  She stalled for a bit at the door to get her coat, and I waited for her to leave, already texting Stacey to come over.

  Once she was gone, I went to stand at the door. The moment I heard a knock, I pulled the door open, and Stacey was there.

  Chapter 7

  Stacey

  The moment I saw him, I pounced on him. He had his arms open for me, and I fell into them. I wrapped my arms tight around his neck, breathing in his scent and letting it calm me.

  “Hey,” he murmured, carding his fingers through my hair. “Are things that bad?”

  I shrugged. “My brother wouldn’t even talk to me, Kevin. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, and it sucks.”

  He hummed and pecked a kiss on my forehead. Then he locked the door and pulled away to tug me further into the house. He led me to the living room and sat me down on the couch.

  “How’s Jenny been?” I asked. I toed off my shoes so I could tuck my legs underneath me. “I caught a glimpse of her leaving. She seemed to be in a hurry.”

  Kevin shrugged. “There’s something important going on at work, so I’m sure she’s busy. She did say she’ll be back around dinner tonight.”

  I pouted. “So I can't sneak you into my room again for the night?”

  Kevin rolled his eyes at me. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to be doing that again for a while.” Then he frowned. “Besides, I think there’s something really weird going on. What the fuck is going on with our parents?”

  I shrugged. “No fucking idea. I’m hesitant to talk to my dad, and I just don’t want to talk to Mom at all. I wanted to try Rod, but…”

  My brow furrowed in worry. Kevin took my hands in his and squeezed gently.

  “I tried talking to him on Sunday…”

  “Did he tell you anything?” I asked immediately, my eyes shooting up to his, expectant. My expectations dropped at the look of apology he was aiming at me.

  “Sorry, he didn’t. He wasn’t acting like himself, though. He’d start to say something, then get distracted and act real quiet. Then, when I went to leave, he asked me about my mom. What happened to you?”

  I chewed on my bottom lip for a bit. “Well, I was just in my room yesterday, when I started hearing noises. So I thought Rod and my mom were back, and I wanted to talk to him. But he was in the middle of arguing with my dad, and I just… I heard a bit of their conversation, and Kevin, it’s serious. They kept mentioning you.”

  He sighed and opened his arms for me. I readily leaned against him, tucking my head under his chin.

  “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with my mom. Try to talk to your dad after today, okay? I’ll talk to Rod at school. Or… I’ll try, I guess.”

  The way he added that on, it was like he wasn’t sure whether Rod would tell him anything or not. I didn’t see why my brother would have to hide things from Kevin. What he didn’t tell me, he told Kevin, so if he wasn’t talking to either of us…

  “What the fuck is going on,” I snapped out, pulling away from Kevin, and he let his arms drop. “Why is my brother acting so weird? What does this secret that could ruin my family have to do with you? And… just…”

  I ran out of steam mid-rant and let my voice trail off. Kevin just watched me calmly.

  “I don’t know,” he said simply like I’d been asking him. Then he grinned. “But I do know how to make you feel better.”

  I pouted and folded my arms across my chest, sulking. “I don’t think there’s anything that you could—”

  But my words suddenly cut off when Kevin leaned down and kissed me.

  Oh, there’s that.

  I sighed into the kiss, and my whole body released all its tension. My eyes slipped closed, and our lips moved softly against each other for a moment before he pulled back. I blinked my eyes open and met his eyes, way more relaxed than I had been since the whole fiasco yesterday.

  “Thanks for that,” I said quietly.

  “You’re more than welcome,” he replied.

  Suddenly, though, I wanted way more. We had school, and we were late enough as it was. But if I was going to have to go back to my house later that evening and deal with the awkward air hanging all over the place, I needed this.

  Kevin’s eyes widened when I suddenly leaned forward, rising on my knees to throw a leg over his thighs so I could straddle him. I was in another dress, one that just reached my knees, and I had on a G-string underneath. It wasn’t something I was used to wearing, but I’d bought a few sets on my last run to the mall, along with some lingerie that I wanted to try using with Kevin at one point.

  “Do we have time for this?” Kevin asked, raising an eyebrow.

  Not that he complained. After his moment of surprise, he dropped his hands on my thighs and was steadily pushing up my dress.

  “I don’t care,” I said honestly. “I want to fuck, Kevin. Just a quickie before we go to school because we probably won’t find time after that.”

  He hummed, eyes going half-lidded. “I’ll be busy with Rod at school, and we’re each going to go home directly and deal with our parents…”

  I nodded, then moaned when he leaned forward to kiss the length of my throat, my head falling back to give him more access as I wrapped my arms around his neck, clenching my fingers in his hair.

  “Just like that,” I sighed, starting to rock in his lap.

  Kevin moaned, then slid lower into the seat and shifted me in his lap, so as I moved my hips, I rocked into his growing erection. I mirrored the sound, rocking into him harder as my clit throbbed and I grew wet.

  “Kevin,” I whimpered. “Reach into my skirt. I have a surprise for you.”

  He pulled back from kissing my neck, and I lifted my head so I could meet his eyes. He did as I’d said, his hands reaching under my skirt. His hands splayed over my thighs and ran slowly up until he was cupping my thighs. His eyes slowly widened again.

  “Don’t tell me you’re not wearing panties,” he said, sounding shocked.

  I smirked. “Not quite the surprise, Kevin.”

  He frowned, his hands reaching around. I moaned as he squeezed and groped my ass. Then his fingers dipped into my crack, and he touched the string. I watched as the look on his face cleared, and he swallowed.

  “Fuck, Stacey,” he whispered.

  I giggled, then leaned forward to speak right in his ear, “I wore them just for you.”

  Suddenly, we were moving, and I squeaked as my arms tightened around his neck. I blinked when I found myself stretched out on the couch, lying below him, with Kevin kneeling above me between my spread knees.

  “Why the fuck would you do this to me, Stacey,” he growled, dark eyes intent on mine. “Now I’m going to be thinking about this the whole fucking day!”

>   I laughed, breathless, and pulled my arms away from his neck so he could kneel back. I let my thighs fall open instead of staying tight around him, and he pushed my skirt up, then stared at my crotch.

  “I want to ask you to turn around,” he said after a moment, “but we don’t have time…” He caught the back of my things with his hands and pushed my legs into my chest. “Hold them there,” he commanded.

  I did, wrapping my arms around the backs of my knees. Kevin reached to the floor for some pillows we’d displaced, and I lifted my back and head a little, with difficulty considering my position so that he could place it behind me. It felt more comfortable as I lay back.

  “Would you fuck me already?” I complained when he just went back to the staring, starting to feel a bit self-conscious. “This was supposed to be quick.”

  Kevin met my eyes with a grin. Then his hands were sliding down the insides of my thighs to the G-string. He didn’t try to take it off, just pushed the panties aside. Then he undid his belt and fly, lowering his pants to his thighs, revealing his cock. He took himself in hand as I watched, my mouth watering, and stroked a couple of times. Then he was leaning forward again, lining himself up at my entrance.

  He looked up to meet my eyes. I wrapped one of my thighs around him to free up my hand, and I reached for him as he reached for me, intertwining our fingers and pressing them back on the pillow as he finally entered me. My back arched, my hips shook, and I gasped at the change in angle as he slid all the way inside me.

  “Fuck, Kevin,” I panted. “Just fucking move.”

  He took me at my word, and his hips moved against mine. There was no finesse or technique to the movements; he just fucked into me hard and fast, because we needed to be done quickly. I cried out at the rough play, loving it. Kevin lowered his body over mine and kissed me, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth in time to the thrust of his hips.

  It didn’t take long for my body to break out into a shudder as I climaxed, Kevin calling out my name in a low voice as he followed me over the edge.