Page 104 of Second Chance with Seth
It was worth the wait.
She squirms against me, her hand reaching between us, and her fingers caressing my cock, gently stroking up and down my length. I let out a soft moan of satisfaction… because she’s really good at this, and although I’d love her to keep going, I know we have to be practical.
“Shouldn’t we be thinking about sleep?” I say, breaking the kiss, although I don’t make a move to actually stop her from what she’s doing.
“Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” She looks up at me through her eyelashes, biting on her bottom lip, full of mischief and tease.
“You know perfectly well I’m loving every second of it. But River will wake up at some point, won’t she?”
“Yes,” she says, leaning back slightly, even though she doesn’t release my dick, I’m pleased to say. “Heaven knows when, though. She was exhausted when I put her to bed, and her routine is completely screwed.”
“Okay, but even if by some miracle she sleeps through the night, you’ve still got the coffee shop to open in the morning.”
“No, I haven’t.”
I pull back, which has the unfortunate effect of disconnecting us, and Everly’s hand falls between us. “What does that mean?”
“It means Barbra’s covering for me.”
“I thought that wasn’t starting yet.”
“It’s not. Not officially, but she came to see me earlier, before she went home, and asked if she could work tomorrow, and take Tuesday off.”
“Is this as a kind of practice run, before everything starts in earnest next week?”
“No. It’s because she’s got a boyfriend.”
I frown, leaning back further still. “Barbra’s got a boyfriend?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. She’s a very attractive woman.”
“I’m not disputing that, but… but she was widowed years ago, wasn’t she?”
“Yes. Her boyfriend is a widower, who lives in Willmont Vale. They met a while ago, and he went on vacation with her,and… and to be honest, I think when they got back, they realized how much they’d enjoyed being together.”
“In which case, why would she want to work on a Sunday? Surely she’d want to be with him, wouldn’t she?”
“She does. But he works weekends, too. That’s why she asked to change her shifts in the first place. He evidently called her last night and asked if she could change her shift tomorrow, so they could meet up on Tuesday.”
I smile, nodding my head. “I see. The guy’s obviously smitten.”
“It sounds like it, doesn’t it?” she says, smiling.
“Hmm… I know how he feels.”
I lean in, kissing her lips, dusting mine across hers over and over, until she’s breathing hard, desperate for more… and only then do I pull back, making her groan with frustration.
“Does this mean we’ll have the whole of tomorrow to ourselves?” I ask.
“We’ve got a three-month-old baby,” she says, still trying to control herself. “There’s no such thing as having a day to ourselves.”
“I know. But within the confines of having River, we’ve got the day to ourselves?”
“Yes.”
“And within the limitations of having to get up for River, we can have a lazy morning?”
“We can.”
