by Taryn Quinn
“C’mon, Laurie,” Tina said. “Let’s go upstairs so you can say hi to everyone in your pretty dress!”
Laurie trotted along after her, chattering happily.
The door shut behind them, and Ally kicked one of the beach balls hard enough that it nearly took out the TV on the other side of the room.
“Committed right now? Like this instant? You should’ve given her an end date. Don’t want her to get discouraged and give up too soon.” Ally aimed for the other beach ball and did the same thing, this time nearly missing the one lamp we’d left behind because it was also on the opposite side of the space. Lawrence had some serious leg power.
Which wasn’t hot at all.
Not even a little bit.
I scratched the back of my neck. It wouldn’t do to seem pleased by this recent turn of events. Being stupidly overjoyed that she was jealous was simply not appropriate. I should be ashamed.
I might be tomorrow.
Or next year.
“I’m getting the feeling you’re angry.”
“Oh, are you? Are you now? What was your first clue?” She crouched to pick up the plastic bucket and slotted scoop, and I quickly rushed over to take it out of her hands before it left a dent in my wall. “Don’t crowd me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I tossed the toys aside and hooked my fingers in the bodice of her dress, hauling her against me. “You know, I thought this purple was my favorite color on you, but I was wrong.” I bit down on her lower lip, tugging it between my teeth. “It’s green.”
She shoved at my chest and moved her face away from mine. “You think this is funny?”
“More like ridiculous.”
“I don’t know what idea you had about this whole impregnate-my-bestie scenario, but while this is going on, you’re not going to be hitting on other chicks.”
“Noted.”
“And if I actually do get knocked up, you’re not going to be bumping uglies with anyone while I’m waddling around in muu-muus. It’s not going to happen.”
“Also noted. Will you be barefoot while walking in muu-muus? I’ll probably need pictures if so.”
She poked me in the side. “This isn’t a joke. I get that you just can’t help being so damn sexy that women throw themselves at you right and left, but you better freaking try.”
I cocked a brow and framed her cheeks between my hands. “I’m going to need you to repeat that. All of that. Like twenty times. Feel free to add some heavy breathing around the sexy part for effect.”
Her lips almost twitched into a smile, but she wouldn’t meet my gaze.
“Hey.”
Nothing.
“Ally Cat,” I said softly, and she looked up at me, her golden brown eyes wary. “I’m not interested in that woman. In any woman, for that matter, except the one standing in front of me.”
“I didn’t say you had to lie. Just while you’re dipping your wick in this pot, you’re not going to in any other. All I’m saying.”
“Your pot is all I need or want.” I nearly added more. So much more. Every hour that passed, I had more inside me for her, and I was just beginning to untangle what that might mean.
But she wouldn’t have believed me anyway. Not now. Maybe not ever.
The corner of her mouth ticked up. “You do have your own form of sweet talking, gotta give you that.”
“I have my own form of many things, as you’re learning.” I brushed a kiss over her ear. “I asked you what your Facebook relationship status was. I think we need to come up with one for this.”
“Oh, we do, do we? Because being Facebook official is very important.”
“It is.” I reached down and cupped her ass through her thin dress, swallowing a groan at the barely there outline of her panties beneath. Would they be white lace? Blush pink? Maybe some other nearly translucent color that would never be enough to hide her swollen pussy from my gaze. “If another guy comes near you, even looks at you, I may rip his eyes out. Just fair warning.”
“Is that so?” Her breathless question had me tightening behind the zipper of my pants.
“So you might want to consider a Facebook status as a humanitarian gesture. A warning sign to save other men from a fate worse than death.”
“I’ve never seen you get violent. Or jealous. For that matter, I’m simply not the kind of woman men go batty for.” She shrugged and shifted her feet. “I think it’s because I’m missing the feminine gene. I’m wearing this dress right now, and all I want to do is take it off and get back into my jeans.”
“You think dresses are what make you feminine?” I looped a couple of strands of her hair around my fingers and tugged. “I’d say what makes you feminine is that you’re the bravest, smartest, most kickass woman I’ve ever known.” I lowered my voice. “And the way you purr deep in your throat when you come. That too.”
“What am I, a cat?” But there was no mistaking the pleasure in her voice.
Pleasure I’d put there, just by telling the truth.
My reply was smothered by her placing her hand over my mouth. “No pussy jokes. We have to get back upstairs.”
“Mmm-hmm.” I nudged her hand aside and squeezed her ass one more time. “Don’t suppose you’d be willing to play sex-on-the-beach later? I don’t have an ocean nearby, but I do have this nice pile of sand…” I gestured.
“The sand thing was really sweet. Laurie will always have these memories in years to come.”
“Not sure she likes it either.”
“Sure she does. Wait until all her friends come down here and see this. It’s like a kid’s dream come true.”
“Yeah, yeah, they’ll love it. Now back to sex.”
She grinned. “As nice as this sand is, you also have a nice big bed.” She patted my stomach and my cock jumped visibly enough that she laughed, her eyes dancing. “Thumbs up?”
“All the way up.” I cupped my hand around her neck and brought her mouth to mine, sinking into a kiss that was equal parts need and want and relief that she was still mine.
This hadn’t ended yet. She’d be in my bed tonight, and if I was lucky, again and again after that.
For as many tomorrows as I could beg, borrow, and steal.
Her tongue slipped along mine and she moaned as I cupped her cheek, tilting her head so I could take more. Always more. Her body curved into mine and I hooked my foot through hers, desperate to feel every part of her flush against me.
The sound of a clearing throat had us jerking apart. I blinked away the Ally haze and shifted my gaze toward the stairs, somehow not surprised my cat-quiet brother was standing there with one eyebrow winged up. Then he glanced around the family room, his frown deepening.
“If that’s truly sand, your contractor deserves a bad review on Yelp.”
13
Ally
“Are you Daddy’s girlfriend now?”
I stilled the backyard swing with my foot and turned toward Laurie. It was the end of a long day of children running, and laughing, and occasionally crying, usually after tripping on a toy or being denied something vitally important.
Like a second hot dog. Or a Transformer. Or for one little boy, not being allowed to take home the bunny we’d seen scampering through the yard.
That had led to Laurie once again asking for a puppy. Seth had said no, as he always did, but he was definitely weakening.
Softie.
I smiled and stopped fingering the ends of Laurie’s curls long enough to remember her question. Not the best time to zone out and think about Seth and floppy-eared puppies.
A quick glance at the back door told me Seth still wasn’t on his way back outside. He was probably eating a scoop of ice cream for every one he put in our bowls. We’d had cake earlier, of course, but the man had a sweet tooth for days.
Not that I could talk. I was starving. Again.
And I still hadn’t answered Laurie’s question.
“I’m still exactly what I always was to him, and to you.”
I pushed off with my foot and the swing kicked into motion again. “Unless you don’t like what you saw today,” I said carefully, hoping I was just referring to that aborted kiss she’d witnessed outside the bathroom.
It certainly hadn’t been the only incidents of kissing or touching today. Seth couldn’t keep his hands off me for long. I wasn’t much better, especially when Tina sashayed past, her attention still far too focused on him. I’d had a lot of years of toning down my jealousy where Seth was concerned, but sleeping with him must’ve toggled off that switch because I’d found myself cleaving to his side more than once. Maybe it was the way he smiled down at me or brushed his hand over my hair or whispered something for my ears only. He’d always treated me as if I were special, and now that we were sleeping together, his attention was even more potent.
Even more dangerous.
Laurie fluffed out her sparkly purple skirt, her forehead wrinkled. I had a feeling she had something she wanted to say, but maybe didn’t know how.
I understood far too well, because I did too. Ever since Mr. Hamilton had put that stuff in my head about driving away Marjorie, I’d been full of guilt. I tried to dismiss it as just his way of getting me out of his son’s hair—and his bed. But maybe there was a kernel of truth.
“Honey, I hope you understand I’m not trying to take your mother’s place. I wouldn’t do that. You have your Daddy, and he loves you so much, and I love you too, but—”
“But not like my mom.” Her chin wobbled and I shifted toward her, my chest tightening until I couldn’t breathe.
“No, no, that’s not what I meant at all. I just meant I would never try to take her spot, to try to pretend I’m your mom, even though I’d like nothing better.” I swallowed over the lump in my throat and reached for her small, chubby, popsicle-stained hand, squeezing it tightly. “Being your mom would have to be the best thing in the world.”
She stared hard at me, that wrinkle deepening and reminding me so much of Seth. “Then why can’t you?”
Such a simple question, with such hard answers. The last thing I wanted to do was to give her false hope that her mom might come back into her life. From what I understood, that wasn’t going to happen. I also didn’t want to indicate I could fill that role. I didn’t know how to be a parent, which probably made this whole situation that much crazier. I so didn’t feel equipped to take care of anyone. Not even myself sometimes. After the years of caring for my mother, my reserves were low. I wasn’t sure I could provide for anyone else.
If we had a baby together, I’d be in that caretaking role all over again in a much more formal role than what I had now with Laurie. Did I want that?
Even as I asked the question, the answer came through loud and clear.
Yes.
Yes, I wanted a baby. I always had, though I wasn’t sure it would ever be in the cards for me. Rarely dating tended to limit one’s chances on finding someone.
Someone else anyway.
I’d found my someone early, and he’d found others while I waited. And that’s exactly what I’d done. Waited for years for a bus that might’ve never stopped for me.
Before I’d found more with Seth—stumbled into via idiotic baby contract—I’d found a strong, pure love for his little girl. One that would never go away.
“I will always be here for you, no matter what,” I whispered, making her a promise in my head. My heart. Whatever happened with Seth, Laurie would always have me in her life. “I might not be your biological mom, but I love you just as much.” I stroked a hand down her hair. “So if there’s ever anything that bothers you, or you want to talk about, I’m here. Okay?”
Laurie didn’t say anything for a long time. Then she hurtled herself into my arms, clinging tight. Just when I was sure she’d move back and run across the lawn, she glanced up at me. “Can you marry my Daddy?”
Panic wrapped around my throat and squeezed. “Um.”
Laurie nodded enthusiastically. “I could wear this.” She pulled at her skirts, her smile wide. “Please?”
It sounded like pweese, and my heart broke a little that she actually wanted that.
She wasn’t the only one.
“Maybe someday,” I murmured, hoping like hell I wasn’t cursing the situation just by saying that much. In my world, wishing for more got you less. It was so much easier not to hope.
Or dream.
The back door opened and Oliver and Seth stepped outside, carting bowls of ice cream. They were so different in spite of looking alike. Oliver’s hair was shorter and straighter, cropped close to his head. Seth’s tended to get shaggy when he wasn’t paying attention. Seth had scruff, Oliver was militantly clean-shaven. Seth wore jeans and a raggedy T-shirt, and Oliver had on a dark suit sans tie, his idea of casual wear.
I was pretty sure every single woman in town—and some not—spent a good chunk of their time trying to figure out how to land one of them. Some industrious types might’ve imagined snagging both for a night or three of fun. Not that they did stuff like that, at least that I knew about. And I would have, because Seth had never been quiet about his hookups.
Killing me a little with every damn one.
“Who wants ice cream?” Seth called, rushing down the steps with Oliver at his heels.
Oliver hadn’t said a word about what he’d witnessed before the party. I’d expected him to make some snarky remark about the kiss, but he’d just slanted me a knowing smile now and then, as if he were sharing some private joke. I’d expected more surprise from him to be honest. Unless maybe others had seen something between me and Seth I never had.
Mainly because I’d been so afraid to wish. Wanting was bad enough.
“Me, me, me! I want ice cream,” Laurie said, pitching sideways off my lap and nearly tumbling to the ground. I caught her just before she went flying, and Seth shot me a panty-wetting grin.
“Nice save, Lawrence.” He sat on the other side of the swing and held out a small bowl of ice cream for his daughter. “Neapolitan for Princess Laurie,” he said formally, making her giggle as she settled between us and dug in with her spoon.
“Why, isn’t this cozy,” Oliver said, passing Seth the bowl of ice cream he carried after Seth gave me his.
“Isn’t it?” Seth returned before I could reply. “Don’t you have stuff to do at home?”
I gasped. “Seth, don’t be rude.”
“He wants some alone time with his ladies.” Oliver winked at Laurie. “Especially Princess Laurie, who was the most beautiful girl at the party.”
Laurie giggled and fumbled with her spoon, getting more of the ice cream on her face than in her mouth. I immediately turned to help her, and looked up to catch Seth watching me far too closely.
“Okay, I’m outta here.” Oliver leaned forward to brush a kiss over Laurie’s head. “See ya, squirt. Sleepover on Friday night?”
“Yes!”
“Great. Bet your Daddy will enjoy his sleepover too,” he said out of the side of his mouth when Laurie went back to attacking her rapidly melting ice cream.
Seth flipped his brother a discreet cheek middle finger, and Oliver backed away, laughing. “Goodbye, Alison.”
I was flushing, I just knew it, so I decided to just wave a few fingers while I shoveled in ice cream.
We stayed outside, eating ice cream and swinging and talking, until it was nearly twilight. By then, a full Laurie had burned off her sugar high by racing around the yard in pursuit of one of the myriad balloons that hung from every tree and post. There was a lot of clean-up left to be done—and not even referring to Seth’s giant sand pit in the family room that had barely been used—but when I stood to see to it, Seth pulled me back down, so close that our thighs rubbed together.
“You’ve done enough today. Time to relax.”
Oh yeah, like I could do that when he was stroking my hip through my flimsy dress. All the while, I made sure Laurie was still occupied with her balloon and not watching us.
“We can’t just leave
everything out here. If it rains tonight—”
“So stuff will get wet. No big deal. They’re folding tables and cheap tablecloths. Easy to replace.”
“But that all costs money. No reason to—what are you doing?” I asked breathlessly as he inched my dress up to caress my bare skin.
“Not nearly enough.” He turned his head into my hair. “Next time, don’t wear panties. I want easier access.”
I snorted out a laugh. “Dude, you want me to go commando at a children’s party? I was running around all day. Pretty sure a random kid doesn’t need to see my muff and be scarred for life.”
Seth chuckled and tugged at the edge of my panties. “I’d love to see your muff.” He dropped his voice until it was barely a whisper over my skin. “Actually, I’ve been fantasizing all day about going down on my knees between this pretty pale thighs and licking your pussy until you come all over my chin.”
My fingers slid off the condensation on my empty bowl of ice cream. “Hi, little ears nearby.”
“She’s not paying attention.” He tipped up my chin with his thumb. Sometimes he seemed to have ten hands and he knew exactly how to use all of them. “Stay over tonight.”
Arguments formed in my head. It had been a long day, and I wanted my bed. Needed that space to myself to regroup after the confusing feelings being with Laurie and her friends had stirred up in me. I’d enjoyed playing with them and keeping them from getting into too much mischief. It was tiring, sure, but it was rewarding too.
Add in Laurie’s questions and the whole Tina thing that morning and the conversation with Seth that had come afterward, and I was seriously in want of some alone time.
But then I glanced over at Laurie, babbling to herself as she sat on the grass and poked at her Sleeping Beauty balloon, and absorbed the warm muscles pressed against my outer thigh and I absolutely didn’t want to leave. My loft with Sage was fine. I liked it well enough, and maybe someday it could be a home.
This place—and these two people—had been home for me since the day Seth bought the house, right after his divorce.
