I grin at him as I take my keys from my purse and insert them in the door. “Want to come in for coffee, or um, a nightcap?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he says, taking a step back and sending my heart bottoming out in my knees.
“Oh…um…OK.” I push the door open, take a step into the house but stop and turn back to him. “I guess I’ll just...” I thumb over my shoulder. “See you in the morning, then?”I am so confused.
“I’ll pick you up,” he says, his hand rubbing the back of his head as I try to force a smile to hide my burgeoning tears as I slowly close the door.
“Wait.” He slams his hand against the distressed wood before I can close it all the way.Oh, thank god!
“What is it?”
He steps over the threshold, a look of determination on his face as he slides a hand into my hair and wraps the other around my waist. “My whole like has been a series of bad ideas. What’s one more?” he says, bringing his mouth down on mine and setting off tiny fireworks of light behind my eyes as his tongue slides against mine.
I’m melting.
I’m not surewhyI’m a bad idea, but I’m melting nonetheless. And bad idea or good, I refuse to allow my overthinking mind to get the better of me tonight. No. On this night, I’m a wanton woman. One who dates sexy men and invites them inside to have their way with her.
With frantic hands and hungry mouths, we keep walking until my back hits the wall and a tiny gasp escapes me. He tears his mouth from mine. “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you again, Dot.”
“Really?” I feel like the girl in the crowd who just got pulled up on stage by a rockstar.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “And I’m gonna do it again.”
He kisses me as I smile into it, quickly becoming entangled in him as he tugs on my hair and angles my head so he can kiss me hard and deep. I run my hands down his thick, strong arms then across his chest and down to his waist. I desperately want to be bold and unbuckle his belt, but I can’t seem to make myself move once I feel the waist of his jeans. I want this. But at the same time, I’m nervous as hell.What if he figures out what I am?
“Dottie,” he moans, his hands moving to my ass and down until he’s crouching and lifting my leg by the back of my thigh. He takes my weight so I’m straddling his thigh with my leg up around his hip, and when he starts to rock against me, the throbbing that’s been developing between my legs turns into a tight ball of energy that robs me of all thoughts except one—friction.
My hands fist in the sides of his shirt as I whimper and rock with him, clinging and kissing as we do things I never thought could happen while fully clothed. I can feel his erection pressing into my belly, and the heated wetness of my panties as I ride that man’s knee like it was made to get me off. If I was in my right mind, I wouldn’t believe I was actually doing this. But as my orgasm gets closer and closer, the only thing that matters is achieving it, and knowing that for once in my life, I’m not the one responsible for it.
“Theo! Oh, god!”
“That’s it, Dottie. Let go for me. Let me see you come undone.”
His simple words of encouragement tip me over, and before I know it, I’m coming hard against his jean-clad thigh while I grind into it to keep my release going for as long as possible. And all the while, he stands over me watching, holding me, gazing down on me like he’s thoroughly enjoying the show.
“Is this how you say goodnight to all the girls?” I ask, trying to sound cool and nonchalant while also panting and trying to catch my breath.
He smiles and shakes his head. “Why would I want to do that with other girls when I can come back here and do it with you?” he asks, lowering my leg before straightening up and cupping his hand along my jaw, his thumb brushing firmly against my bottom lip.
“I don’t know,” I whisper, because honestly, I don’t know. Theo could have any woman he set his sights on. But for some crazy reason, he’s interested in me.
“I have a feeling you’re about to change my entire world, Spot,” he whispers, his thumb moving to my cheek before he leans in closer and presses a soft kiss to the center of my forehead. “I’ll see you in morning.”
He steps away, and before I can even form a coherent thought, he’s out the door and inside his car. I stand there for a moment, listening to him leave while trying to wrap my head around absolutely everything that has happened since I woke up this morning until now.
I laugh to myself.Best day ever.
THEO
When my alarm goes off the next morning, I’m already awake and two coffees into my day. Last night after coming back to the B&B I’m staying at, I barely slept for a minute. My mind seemed too busy replaying Dottie’s and my encounter and adding a little extra on it too. My cock hasn’t seen that much action from my hand since I was a teenage boy discovering the Victoria’s Secret catalogue for the first time. But here I am, in the middle of my life, jacking off like I’ve just figured out what my dick can do in an attempt to take the edge off so I can get a little rest. But it seems my body isn’t interested in rest. It’s interested in Dottie. And my mind, well, it’s interested in her too. But there’s a tiny tug of doubt in there because I don’t know how Duke is going to react when he finds out.
I might want to check the price of headstones just in case…
Shutting the blaring alarm off, I get up and get dressed, raking my fingers through my muddy brown hair before combing my beard and making sure I look as respectable as a man with dark circles under his blue eyes can. I want Dottie to have the best of me.
Grabbing my keys, I say a quick goodbye to the owner as I race through reception and practically jog out the door. There were countless times last night when I wanted to just give up on sleep and go back to Dottie’s and finish what we started. But if I want this to be something more than a passing fling, I can’t give in to old habits. Seeing Dottie again has made me realize I want something more than this transient life that I’ve built. And I want that something more with her.Maybe she’s what I’ve been searching for all along?
“Good morning, Spot,” I say, feeling oddly breathless when she opens the door and she’s wearing a short-sleeved pinafore dress that has a pleated skirt and buttons up the front with a pair of black tights and ankle boots. Her hair is pulled back tight in a bun, and her makeup is not much more than a little eyeliner and some ruby-colored lipstick. I inhale slowly through my nose. She smells good too. Like warmth and soap and delicate flowers. I want to eat her all up and hold her safe in my arms.
