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All day at work, I’ve been distracted by the tenderness of every body part that touches my chair. I can’t forget last night. The only thing I’ve finished is this letter.
Here’s my question: If I fool around with Rick and Lisa again, am I a bad person? I don’t think so, because Lisa invited me, and we all enjoyed it, but do your readers agree? I need answers fast!
Sincerely, Pam in Philadelphia
When she surfaced fromthe letter, Megan was prone on her stomach, panting and pushing the whole area between her legs as firmly as she could into the unsatisfying mattress. Herback and shoulders were slightly cooler, because she’d tossed her shirt and bra next to the mattress around the time of the firstSuck it,but the air in her old bedroom tasted stale. She felt antsy, and knew she needed to come again. From this morning in this room through the interlude with Nico in the study, everything she’d done had primed her, but when she drove her hips hard into the mattress, nothing returned the pressure.
Restlessness propelled her to her feet. That was the problem with an orgasm like Nico had given her on the desk. Without body-on-body sensation, she didn’t feeldone.Nothing wasright.Circling the empty room, she wanted more, wanted…something. Anything. A vibrator. A showerhead. A cock. Nico’s cock.
She heard the loud rumble of the truck coming from outside, and once again, just like in the morning, she was in her room, half dressed and half satisfied. She gathered her shirt from the floor, but the bra looked like a bundle of hassle. Without it, the soft shirt rubbed her nipples as she tugged it into place. The sheer curtains were also gone, so she stood close to the wall beside the window to watch.
Below, Tyler leaned out of the driver’s side and gave a thumbs-up signal toward the porch, then drove slowly out of the driveway. Nico must still be downstairs. She glanced down at the front of her shirt. Two bumps pushed out, and she raised her own hands to cup her breasts. Her fingers rolled them hard. She remained aroused enough that the simple touch pulled a throb from her pussy up into her back and stomach. Damn, she’d fuck a stone statue right now if she had one, but doubted she’d have to resort to that. There was a man still in the house who’d seemed willing to hook up again, or at least try, when the workday ended. She hoped he was ready now, because she absolutely was.
Her peripheral vision caught movement in the yard below. Nico.
He paused halfway along the front walk, arms around one of her blue bankers boxes, and looked toward her window. She raised her hand to let him know she was on the way down, before he took away the box she wanted to keep.
From the floor by the mattress, her phone chirped.
Chapter 8
Some things don't get to happen
She wanted to letthe call go, but single moms always have to answer. “Hello?”
“Hi, Mom!” The darling face that shouted into the screen was the most wonderful, entertaining, adorable child ever, and she deserved a mother who was one hundred thousand percent excited to take her calls, because this big grin with the missing tooth and the sparkling eyes wasn’t going to last forever. Even if this particular mother had needed enough time to get downstairs and have one little conversation, ten more minutes. Apparently, some things don’t get to happen.
It didn’t matter. Whatever Megan had wanted for herself one minute ago, what she needed, what made up her world, could be summed up in the smile there on the phone. Eight years of her baby girl. “Hi, Callie bug.”
Clearly, grandparents had special privileges, because her daughter’s wet hair had been combed into two fresh ponytails above her ears in a style she’d never allow Megan to do. Ormaybe they were willing to bribe and barter at a higher return than Megan would.
“Everything okay there?”
“We went to a park Grandma called Skinny Butt! I got all the way to the top of the climbing rock wall so many times, and there was a stagecoach, but you know, it wasn’t real, because there weren’t any horses. And it was plastic, and that wasn’t invented until waaaay after stagecoaches, of course.”
So Skinner Butte Park’s pioneer playground had been a hit. “Sounds like you’re having a lot of fun.”
She saw Nico reach the van parked at the curb and open the rear doors. If he was merely putting the box away, he’d come back to the house, and she could intercept him and tell him she wanted to keep it.
“The slides were like normal for a park and they burned my legs from the sun, but then I went in the—” She paused, whether for dramatic emphasis or merely for oxygen, Megan didn’t know. “Su-pray feee-tures.” Callie drew each syllable out separately like Megan’s father did when he wanted to gently mock something. “As if they were some special features! As if!” Her daughter’s mouth opened wide as she pealed with laughter. “And I got all wet and my legs weren’t hot anymore.”
With Callie’s chatter still front and center, she wasn’t sure if she actually heard or merely imagined the thud of the van’s doors closing, but she rocked on the balls of her feet from the need to get down there and make sure Nico didn’t leave before she could…what, exactly?
“Mom! Look at me!” Her daughter knew Megan’s attention was elsewhere. On the screen, Callie brought the phone close enough to her face that her chin was cut out of the frame while she continued listing the flavors of ice cream they had recently consumed.
Her eyes flitted again to the outside scene, where Nico turned toward the house. He looked like he was waiting for a signal. She wouldn’t let herself think that this was farewell. She raised her hand from the window, but with Callie rambling, she wasn’t sure how to let Nico know he should stay, not go.
The beauty of a cell phone was that she could go downstairs and outside while Callie rambled. She didn’t have to leave this to the vagaries of Nico’s understanding of a window wave.
Before she could back away from the window, he walked around the side of the van and reached for the driver’s door. Let him be locking up the van, not getting in. Not leaving.
Her feet felt frozen to the floor. It would be weird to take off running while she was on the phone with Callie, but she could. She could go right now. Run downstairs.
He opened the door.Shit.
She turned and crossed the room in a few strides.
“And Grandma told me we should get a puppy.”
