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I graze my teeth over my bottom lip and allow my eyes to dip down to her tits before I pull my gaze back up to meet hers. “No, but you sure look like a mom I’d like to fuck.”
Her ruby-red lips pull apart as she grins, loving my answer. “What would you say if I asked you to come up to my room for a bit of fun, then?”
I raise my eyebrows. This one definitely isn’t a bit bashful, and my brain turns with the possibilities of all the freaky shit this woman might be into. Fucking her will be a damn good time. I can already tell.
Sex has become another distraction for me. In the moment all I can think about is finding my own release, and the memories of my past stay far away for that brief time. More than anything, all I want to do is forget—forget how I walked out on everyone who ever gave a damn about me like they didn’t matter to me anymore.
I twist my lips like I’m contemplating her offer, but then I give her the grin she’s been waiting for, letting her know she’s about to get exactly what she’s practically begging me for.
Her face lights up with a seductive smile before her hand drifts over to my crotch and she traces her fingers along the long, hard bulge beneath my jeans. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
I tip one last shot back and then grab her hand, pulling her off the stool toward the elevators, not giving her time to tease me any more. It’s time for her to make good on all the promises of pleasure she’s been dangling in front of me.
I press the up button and glance down at the woman. “Room number?”
“Five thirty-five,” she answers as we step inside the empty elevator and she hits the button for the fifth floor.
When the doors shut us inside alone, I yank her to me and crush my lips against hers, not giving her any time to speak. I’m not feeling up to any conversation tonight. This woman will be a perfect distraction, and I’m so ready to lose myself for a little while.
THEN
LONDON
When we pull into our neighborhood, dread flows through my veins. I’ve had a bad feeling ever since Jared told me this evening that he wasn’t able to get in contact with Julie. As long as I’ve known her, she’s always been available to her boys.
Jared grips the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turn white, and even though he’s not saying it, I can tell he’s nervous.
I pat his hand. “I’m sure she’s all right.”
I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince more, Jared or myself, at this point.
As we drive past my house, I notice it’s completely dark inside, which doesn’t surprise me because Dad is still working his double. All the other houses we pas
s have lights on, illuminating the inside for the families who are home. Jared’s house comes into view, and oddly, all the lights are on in there as well.
Wes leans forward as if to get a closer look and runs his hand through his blond hair. “Looks like she’s there.”
Jared pulls the truck into the drive and throws the transmission up into park. “Wonder where she’s been all day. She knew we were planning on calling, so she had to realize we’d worry once we couldn’t reach her.”
Wes nods as he opens the car door. “Agreed, she’s probably fine. Maybe we overreacted for nothing.”
Jared sighs. “I hope you’re right.” He turns to me. “Ready?”
We all file out of the truck, and Jared threads his fingers through mine after he shuts the door. We walk up the sidewalk, and when we reach the door, Wes turns the knob to find it unlocked, as if Julie was expecting us.
Wes glances back at Jared, his brown eyes worried. Jared frowns, and the concerned expression he wore on the way over here returns. Julie is a fanatic about locking her door, especially since she’s been alone so much lately with Henry being overseas and both of her sons away at college.
Wes pushes the door open and instantly calls out, “Mom? You here?”
We all wait with bated breath as we step over the threshold. No answer comes, and Jared tightens his grip on my hand.
Wes tries again. “Mom?”
When he doesn’t get an answer, he rushes toward the kitchen with Jared and me right on his heels.
As we turn the corner we see Julie sitting at the head of the table with a vacant expression on her face. She’s not moving—it’s like she’s so lost in thought she doesn’t even realize we’ve been calling her name.
Jared releases my hand and rushes over to his mom’s side and drops to his knees beside her. “Mom?” His voice is barely above a whisper, as if to not frighten her. With a slightly shaky hand, he reaches up to her forearm that’s resting on the table in front of her. “Can you hear me? What’s wrong?”
