The windows are opened just inches, the curtains blowing with the cool evening breeze that dances along our bare skin.
Slipping my hand between her thighs, I run my middle finger up her slick seam, finding her hot and glistening with arousal. As I spread it over her clit, I leave gentle kisses along her neck and let her mewl and writhe under me.
I’m hard and eager, but I want this to be perfect.
It’s not until she’s begging me, whimpering both my name and the plea, that I stroke myself and rest the head of my dick against her sweet center.
I kiss her once, watching her lashes flutter down as her eyes close. Readying myself, I can barely push my head inside of her. Fuck, she feels like heaven, but the expression on her face tells me I’m the only one feeling this pleasure right now.
Pausing to give her time to adjust, I nibble her lip and wait for her expression to relax.
“It’s been a while,” she says, the confession leaving her in a whisper.
“I told you I’d go slow,” I answer with all sincerity, but a worried smile and a huff leaves her.
“That’s not quite what I mean,” she says, her voice low and holding questions I don’t have the answers to right now.
Her heart races against mine as I hover over her, leaning down with a kiss to silence her.
With her lips still on mine, I thrust forward, as easy as possible. Her lips part as she holds her breath, feeling every inch of me until I’m buried to the hilt.
The mix of pleasure and pain stirs in her gasps and moans, edging closer to pleasure with every thrust. I take my time, pulling nearly all the way out then pushing myself deeper and harder each time. It doesn’t take long before her nails are digging into my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my hips and her heel digging into my ass to fuel me on.
“Yes,” she begs and I happily oblige. Harder. Faster. I fuck her into her mattress like I’ve dreamed of doing. Each time I get close to finding my own release, I slow, pressing myself as deep inside of her as I can. She loses herself, pleasure racking through her body and her back bowing in ecstasy.
She’s so tight I can feel every bit of her orgasm as she pulses around me, screaming out my name. I don’t give her time to come down from the sweet high. Instead I fuck her mercilessly, pistoning my hips and riding her harder. She angles her hips, taking it all and clinging to me as her head presses back into the mattress and she cries out in pleasure.
This is what I’ve dreamed of for so long, but even my dreams weren’t this good. This is perfect.
When I finally let go, I bury my head in the crook of her neck, kissing her there and giving us both a moment to catch our breath.
Falling to the side, I lie there next to her and hold her close, recalling how our night unfolded. With my hand on the small of her waist, I run soothing circles over her soft skin with my thumb and kiss her hair.
Sleep could take us both, and as much as that would make me happy, life and responsibilities are calling.
I’m not the only one thinking it.
“Time to go pick up the boys,” she says and her voice resonates two things. A longing to stay just like this. And a resignation that this night is over.
Peeking down at her, she’s still vibrant and beautiful, but I know she loved getting away tonight. Her gaze is lost until she closes her eyes and she plants another kiss on my chest. She needs time to know I’m serious—hell, she needed a year just to let me take her out for coffee. I’ll give her all the time in the world … tomorrow. But right now?
“Not yet,” I tell her, positioning myself on top of her again. The bed groans and her bottom lip drops open just slightly. “I’m not done with you yet. Spread your legs for me.”
Autumn
It’s not a walk of shame. Not at all. There are no rumpled clothes or a hangover. Nope. My pencil skirt is practically pressed within an inch of its life and my blouse fits exactly like it did on the mannequin at Macy’s. Yet as my heels click on the pavement and Henry runs up to the glass doors of the preschool building, it feels just like that.
There is not a single doubt in my mind that every soul over the age of eighteen in that building knows I hooked up with Trent Morgan two nights ago. Deandra’s daughter volunteers in the newborn section; she’s only sixteen and I bet she knows too.
The blush that won’t go the heck away is writing out the details on my face. I’m sure of it.
Still, I make a beeline right for him when I open the door and Henry takes off toward Chase to show him the pinball keychain he hasn’t stopped talking about all morning.
“Good morning, Henry,” Trent calls out to Henry’s back when he zips past him and right to his friend.
“Well … it is a good morning, isn’t it?” Trent’s gaze flows down the length of my body, sending goosebumps over every inch of me. He’s discreet and no one else heard, but still.
“Not here,” I say, scolding him beneath my breath, although my smile seems to disagree with the sentiment. “I haven’t told my friends yet.”
There’s only a hint of guilt in that confession.
“When are you going to tell them?”
“Soon?” My response is a question too. I need to rip this bandage off.
“Well, you better tell them before the rumor mill does.” His warning is all too real in this small town. With a quick kiss, I tell him to have a good day and any nerves are gone, replaced by butterflies wreaking havoc in my chest.
The last person I expect to see when I turn around is Sharon. She doesn’t have kids. There’s not a reason in the world for her to be here. Well … except for the fact that she’s telling Maggie’s little girl to have a good day and appears to be signing her in.
I bet Mags had something that had to be done and Sharon’s just helping her out.
“You all right?” Trent asks at the same time Sharon peeks up and beams as she says, “Look at you two.”
Pen still in hand from signing in Magnolia’s daughter, she raises it in a friendly gesture.
“Have a good day, Sharon. Nothing to see here,” Trent jokes to her before whispering to me, “You have a good day too.” The way he says such innocent words sounds scandalous to the point that my ears burn.
With the heat of a blush still rising, the tap of the pen from Sharon gets my attention, but even more than that is the wide grin she’s trying to contain.
I only get a couple steps in before she squeals in delight. “Oh my God,” she mouths and I’m quick to pull her out of the building before embarrassment of my not-walk of shame fully takes over.
“You two look so cute together,” she says and her statement is as easy as her walk.
The guilt that ate away at me seems to subside. “I really like him,” I admit to her because it’s the only thing I can think to say.
She speaks as we make our way to our cars in the parking lot. She parked right next to mine. “One, you can tell. The tension is thick.”
A hint of a laugh escapes me, but the nerves are still there, waiting for her approval. Waiting for one of my best friends to tell me it’s okay that I took the guy she had dibs on. Freaking please have mercy because I really, really want to be with him. “He’s not some fling for me and I know you called dibs—” The excuses tumble out of me and I wish I could stop them.
Seriously, if I could pluck the words back, I would. I’m so embarrassed and sick to my stomach over this.
“Whoa, I was just joking,” she says and both of Sharon’s hands fly up. “I call dibs on every hot guy in this town. You know that … don’t you?” The look in her eyes reflects exactly what I feel. It’s the fear over being a bad friend.
“I just felt bad because I should have told you guys, but I didn’t want to if there wasn’t a connection in case … in case you really liked him.”
“I was never going to go after Trent. Look … I can prove it. I texted Renee last year sometime,” she says and scrolls through her phone without missing a beat. After a moment she adds, “You
can ask her, because I can’t find it.” Looking me dead in the eyes she confesses, “I told her the two of you were going to hook up and then a couple months later I got drunk and asked her what was taking you so long.
“You guys have always had tension and you look so cute together. We all wanted it to happen. But Renee said not to push. With, you know, kids involved and you working on your career. So I stayed out of it.”
Leaning against my car, I let the truth of what she just said wash over me.
“So … you’re not mad?”
“Heck no, but we need details. Wine Down Wednesday?” she says, opening up her car door. I check the time and note that I’m going to be late if I don’t get moving.
“Yes, definitely.”
Wednesdays are for girls’ nights, but Fridays are date nights with Trent. That was decided on the ride home last night, with his hand in mine.
There’s no reason not to choose happiness and go for what you want. My only goal is to not overthink it and let us fall into place. Which oddly enough, seems to be right where we are now and right where we’re meant to be.
“Oh my God … and did you hear what happened with Magnolia?” Sharon easily moves the conversation into new territory as she says, “We need to bring her a bottle just for herself … or rather, two of them.”
“That bad?” I ask, both of us still standing although our driver car doors are opened.
Sharon smirks. “If you ask me … that good.”
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