Buffy
Whatever dick, I’m gone, and I took the dogs.
I chuckle and look out the windshield. I’m about to give her a heads up about the corners in this area, but she’s giving me a look that screams I’m about to be in detention. That’s when I notice the console saying I have an incoming message from Buffy. I should be worried, but I’m grinning like a moron.
“Buffy? That’s not your wife or something, right?”
“You’re welcome to scroll through my messages when we get to my place, if it will help you feel better about it. Buffy is my dipshit brother’s idea of a joke. He changed his contact name last night when I told him about our date. Complete with a picture from, well, probably a porn site. Nothing but fart jokes, ETAs, and NHL stats between Buffy and I.”
“Oh my god, when you saidbrotherearlier, I didn’t know you were serious. There’s another one of you?”
“Yeah,” I laugh, pulling her hand to my lips and kissing each of her knuckles. “My kid brother, DevinHollywoodCooper. Sometimes Mini Cooper.” She stares at me until the light goes green, clearly not recognizing the name. “He’s a goalie for the Parrots.”
“The ice hockey?”
“Yeah,the ice hockey,” I snicker. She scrunches her nose up, and it’s fucking adorable. The panic attack that never fully took hold now fades into the blackness of the night. No Pongo reminding me to take my meds, no calling my doc, nothing but her. She’s not the solution to my problems, but, just maybe, she’s something better. “You’ve never been to a hockey game, have you?”
“No. I come from a house of football and baseball boys. Hockey is still a white person’s sport.”
“Yeah, that may still be true, but if you agree to go out with me again, I think that means you’re officially dating a Canadian. We’re required to initiate the unenlightened or we lose access to maple syrup. Or something like that.”
“Sounds terrible,” she giggles. “But we had a plan, remember? The night’s not over yet.”
“Are you saying I might still be a dud?”
“No, I’m saying we should wait. Get this out of our system so we don’t make plans we’ll regret later.” She furrows her brow and stares ahead at the road. I’m not against what she’s saying. It’s smart and makes sense, but my irrational brain has the lead. “So, how old is your brother?”
“He’s, uhhhh.” Math becomes way too hard since my brain has been bouncing from the booze to her breasts. “Twenty-three? Yeah, he’ll be twenty-four in a couple of months.”
“Wow, that’s a big gap. I mean, you are like thirty-something, right? Please tell me you’re not in your twenties.”
“Nah. I’m thirty-five.” I reach over, tracing the edges of the slit in her dress with my finger. “What’s with the hate for twenty-somethings?”
“Your brother changes the contact info on your phone to a porn star’s tits, and you have to ask me that?” She laughs, and when she looks at me again, it’s hard to swallow the lump in my throat.
“God, you’re beautiful when you laugh. Actually, you’re stunning, laughing or not.”
“And you’re drunk.”
“Not that drunk. I promise.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
Without warning, she swerves the car into a small section of undeveloped road, throwing it into park. “I will never get over the way you idiots park up here,” she mumbles as she unclips her seatbelt.
The GPS shows we’re only a few minutes from my house. She can’t want to walk the rest of the way. It’s steep and brutal. I should know, Steve makes me run it.
“Where are you—” Before I can finish the thought, Ren climbs over the gearshift and into my lap. Our mouths slam together and our hands are everywhere. The tension between us has finally burst, and neither one of us can wait another minute. I want all of her, and she clearly feels the same way.
She grabs my hair and pulls as she moans long and low into my mouth. It’s like she’s given me part of her soul the way she’s kissing back and trying to rip my shirt off.
“Renate,” I hum against her ear in time with her hips that are rolling over me.
“Shut up and keep kissing me, you fucking idiot!”
Her hands grab for my belt and she has it undone in no time, so my hands get to work. One squeezes her ass hard, the other tries to figure out how this top works. It looked so easy, but this thing might be worse than a bra. She pulls away from me again, reaching into my pants. I’m gasping for air, but she’s not stopping.
