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I closed my eyes, my memory instantly flashing back to earlier this morning as I gripped the headboard as he pounded into me from behind, his hand wrapped in my hair just tight enough to pull my head back.
“What are you thinking about?”
I’d been so lost in that moment, I could feel myself getting aroused again, my body betraying me as I thought about it, that I jumped at the sound of his voice.
“Nothing, why?”
His fingers danced over my bare skin, then he gripped my hip and pulled me tighter into him, his cock already hard.
“If you are thinking about what I was thinking about, then this might end up disastrous,” he whispered, his breath tickling my neck.
He moved enough that he rolled onto my body, and his lips immediately met mine. I closed my eyes as he kissed me, and his hands explored my body for what I was certain would be the last time. Soon, we’d both be back in our realities, and I wasn’t sure if this weekend would only become a glorious memory or something that would continue.
* * *
"Alright, Noah, here, this is your box," I said, pulling the large box from the closet and handing it to him.
"Where is mine?" Dylan questioned, coming out of his room with an empty one.
"Hmmm, this one, right here," I said, reaching into the closet and grabbing one with my name on it.
"Oh yes! Finally!" Noah yelled from his room in excitement.
I giggled, knowing full well that the contents of that box contained all the toys he'd been asking me for, for weeks. "That is the box you wanted, right, Noah?" I yelled, peeking into his room to see him dancing around as he put things away.
"I never thought I'd see them again!" he yelled back to me as I carried another one of my boxes into my room and placed it on the bed.
It had been weeks and weeks of unpacking boxes. Some things were still in the storage unit, as it was hard to fit all these boxes into a house twice as small. I'd made a deal with the boys to get rid of the things we were no longer using to help clear out the unit faster. So far, they had come up with three boxes of toys each, and I'd gotten rid of five boxes. I'd made them a deal that we would run a yard sale in the fall and that they could keep all the money from the things they'd sold. I wanted to motivate them. So far, it had worked.
I wandered back into my bedroom and continued unpacking. Zach and I returned this morning and said our goodbyes. We’d talked the entire way home about what had happened over the weekend. We both agreed that while it had been wonderful, now wasn’t the time for it to continue. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed.
I glanced at my cell phone, hoping to have a message from him, but there was nothing. I let out a sigh and went back to the box that was in front of me. I was about to unwrap the next item when I heard the boys whispering in the hallway just outside my door. I listened hard, trying to hear what it was they were saying, but couldn't quite make it out. Then, suddenly, Dylan stumbled into the doorway.
I glanced over at him with a frown on my face. "What's up?" I questioned.
He folded his hands together and stood there with his head bowed.
"Ask her," Noah demanded, shoving him in the shoulder. "We need to know."
"What is it, Dylan?"
The boys were still acting out. Beth told me last night they'd gotten into a fight at the dinner table. Today they'd gotten into a fight with two neighbourhood boys. This was so unlike these two, I was worried. I'd asked them both what the fight had been about, but neither would tell me. I’d thought about asking Zach to come and have a talk with them, figuring they may tell him because he’s a man, but decided against it. They just each went to their rooms and slammed the doors shut.
I waited for Dylan to speak, but he didn't. He just stood there with his eyes on the floor until his brother shoved him in the shoulder again.
“Don’t shove me.”
Immediately, I walked out to the hall and stood between them. "What is going on?" I demanded.
"Dylan wants to know if it’s true?" Noah piped up.
"If what is true?"
"What the boys are saying at school? That our mother is dating the man who now lives at the bed and breakfast."
I blew out a breath. This was one thing I hated about small towns. Gossip.
"Where did you hear that?"
