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“Yes,” she said, “Oh, Gage. Right there. Please.”
Her small grunts and pleas served to bring me to the very edge and I removed my hand from behind her to bring it between us and play with her clit. She gripped my shoulders and tipped her head back and rode my hand and moments later, I felt her squeeze around me and I let go too, flying into the stars that blinked overhead and then being flung between them like a pinball.
I came back to myself slowly, feeling battered and bruised the way a pinball might, but also changed in some vital way I couldn’t even begin to work out in my bliss-addled brain.
Rory lowered her leg and I slid out of her. We both pulled ourselves together as best we could. Rory giggled and I looked at her in the dim light of the alley as she clamped her hand over her mouth.
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t know. I just…wow.” I concurred. I laughed as I hooked my arm around her neck and pulled her to me. We exited onto the street, and began walking to the parking garage at the center of it that featured most of the bars and restaurants, and she reached up and linked her hand with mine in front of her shoulder.
“I gotta say, Ivy League. You don’t seem like the type to have alleyway sex and yet here we are.”
I laughed and then leaned down and kissed her as we walked. “You bring out hidden depths I never knew were there,” I said.
“Gage?”
I halted, and Rory tripped as we both came up short. I looked over, my stomach sinking as I saw who it was. My parents. My arm dropped as Rory stepped away. “Mom. Dad.” There was a couple behind them and they came forward too. “Hey, Shawn. Sarah. Hi.” Shawn was the man who was taking over my position at the company.
Shawn and Sarah greeted me quickly. “Sorry to rush off,” Shawn said, “but that’s our car.” He pointed out to the street, where the valet had just delivered their vehicle to the curb and was waiting with the door held open.
“Have a nice night,” I said.
“Goodnight, Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan. Thank you again. It was a wonderful dinner.”
My parents called goodbye and then we all stood there somewhat awkwardly for a moment before my mom stuck her hand out to Rory. “Ms. Castle, it’s so nice to see you.”
Ms. Castle. Shit.
And where were my manners? I’d left her standing there without any kind of introduction. I was still partially reeling from the amazing sex and coming face to face with the last people I expected—or wanted—to see.
“Hi, Mrs. Buchanan,” Rory said uncomfortably, moving from one foot to the other.
“Er, sorry, ah, Dad, this is…Aurora Castle, the new art appraiser in town.”
Rory whose cheeks were flushed with obvious embarrassment, greeted my dad with little more than a murmur.
My father’s lips did that small twitching thing that I knew meant he was displeased. My stomach sunk farther, skin prickling.
My mother looked back and forth between us. “I didn’t realize you two were…seeing each other.”
“We’re not,” Rory said, her eyes holding on me briefly as her cheeks flushed. Jesus. This was awkward. Was being seen with me at all blowing her cover in some way? I couldn’t even think straight. We’d done so much lying and now I couldn’t work out the truth. And yet, listening to her denying that we were anything to each other felt like something sharp poking at me from beneath my skin, even in the midst of my father’s clear disapproval. “We were just, ah. We ran into each other and…” She looked back at the row of businesses behind her. “At the…nail salon.”
“Oh,” my mother said with a frown. “I…”
“Since when do you get pedicures, Gage?” my dad asked as he squinted toward the shop. “Are they even open?”
“Not now,” I said quickly. “But they were. Up until a few minutes ago. Isn’t that your car?”
“Yes, it is.”
“It was nice running into you guys. I’ll see you at work tomorrow,” I said to my dad.
“Okay,” he said with a frown. I knew what he probably thought. That I was “sowing some oats” before the big move. And he frowned upon it because he was hopeful I had my sights on something serious, and specifically with Blakely. I hated that he thought that about Rory, but the truth was, I had had my sights on something serious. So what was I doing? “Ms. Castle, nice to meet you.”
“You too, sir. Mrs. Buchanan.”
My mom gave Rory a small, confused smile, shooting me a troubled look before they both walked toward their car, my mom looking back once before getting in the passenger side.
