It’s rough at first, as if the last remnants of our passion have to work themselves out, but it slows into something soft and romantic.
“How was that, baby?” I’m gonna have to live through the rest of our shift with a dick that’s hard as a hockey stick, but the debauched view I’ll get for the rest of the night is worth it. Do I tell him he’s a hot wreck?
There’s a sly smile on his lips. His hands finally slip from the position they’ve been glued to for the past eight-ish minutes so his hands can grip the lapels of my plaid jacket.
“It was alright.”
“Alright?” I screech. “You look like a sleepy kitten.”
“Yeah. Alright. I think the only way to know for sure is for us to do that again.”
Again. He wants to do it again. We have to get back, so it can’t be now, but there’s gonna be an again.
Ihave two more shifts until it’s Thanksgiving. Things progressed in a big way last shift, so do I change my timeline? That’s the big question. Maybe we need more time. At least I know he’s interested, but it wasn’t a yes. Sexy times do not a relationship make.
I need more than “interested”.
A Meyer needs a certain level of commitment. Mom left us when I was eight. As far as I can tell, she was going through something, and as an adult, I respect that, but shit like that leaves scars behind.
Intentional or not.
I’m so far in with Cody already. I’ve never felt like this before. He’s the one for me. I know it in my heart of hearts. I’m the arrogant shithead that assumed he’d be just as into me. But what if he’s not? What if I moved too quickly? Cody’s timid as fuck.Jesus, Ari Meyer, you just had to put his dick in your mouth.He seemed pretty into it, though. Will he retreat? I guess it depends on how into me he is.
This is the first time I’ve considered that he might not be as into me as I am him. I was in a damn bubble with my head in the clouds.
But that blowjob. It was toe-curling.
Hesitant as he may be, he’s still a dude. It can’t really be a bad thing, can it?
Ugh. Fuck, I dunno.
“Earth to Ari,” Mercy says. “I’m leaving at seven to take Dad to that appointment with the lawyers I can’t afford. You said you’d watch the kids.”
Fuck. I had said that, but I fucked up. When I said it, I’d totally planned on asking Rita for the night off, but I forgot. Shit. The hockey season is about to start, he had exactly two days to fly in for this appointment. My brother’s keen to make it as a coach in the National Hockey League. He was able to land a coaching job with the Canadian Hockey League this year, so he’ll be in and out of town.
I’ve been hellbent on showing him that we’re fine without him.
“Um, yep. Night off, bro. You’re all good,” I lie. Mercy doesn’t need that kind of stress—Dad brings him enough of it—so I’ll figure something out.
“Thanks, man.”
Once he’s gone and the kids are fed, I get them dressed to go out. The rink’s a public place and they all know how to skate. Even the littlest Meyer—Rachel—can get around okay using one of those ice skate trainer thingies. We’re a hockey family. We live, sleep, eat, and breathe hockey. I’ll wear a pair of skates with skateguards while I work. That way if they need me on the ice, I can be there in a jiff.
It’s totally gonna be fine.
“Where we goin’, Ari?” Dawson asks.
“Skating.”
“Sweet!” He pumps his fist.
“Our bedtime’s at nine,” Bryce says.
“Not tonight.” Merc’ll understand. But just in case … “Keep this between us and I’ll buy you an ice cream at the rink.”
“Deal.”
When Cody sees how many Meyer children I’ve brought, his eyes widen and then narrow. But at least it’s because of the children and not because of the sexy times.
