He still has his hand in my pants. As he slides free, I gasp,craving more, needing more, almost demanding it, but I need to get home. I need to reset.
When he sticks his middle finger in his mouth, it draws a low moan from both of us. There’s nothing hotter than a man showing you just how much he appreciates the mess he caused you to make in your pants.
But when he curls his hand around my head and pulls me to suck his index finger while he’s licking my cum off his middle finger, I damn near come again. “Taste yourself, Victoria. You’re fucking delicious.”
A pained noise escapes his mouth as he’s licking his fingers clean. “How could I have forgotten how good you taste?”
He doesn’t give me time to answer before he presses me back against the car, hard, and kisses me until I’m gasping for air. Our salty tongues collide in a give and take dance as our bodies rub against each other.
I definitely don’t get this hot from a vibrator.
My phone’s shrill ring in the night air pulls us apart. It’s Mom. Disappointment, quickly followed by concern, flits across his face as he watches me answer.
“Mom? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, everything’s fine. Wyatt’s sleeping. I’m just checking to see if you’re okay. I expected you back by now and thought something might be wrong.”
My heart swells as Raffi’s body relaxes. “I’m on my way. I got sidetracked talking to someone.”
“No rush. Have fun. I was just making sure you didn’t get a flat or something on your way back.”
Raffi mouths “I love her” at me, making me eye roll.
“I’m good, Mom. But if you’ve jinxed me and I get a flat on my way home, I’ll let Wyatt wake you at five am tomorrow on your day off.”
Raffi laughs quietly as Mom gasps. “You wouldn’t.”
“Uh huh. See yousoon.”
“Love you, Tori.”
“Love you too, Mom.”
“She seems nice.” Raffi’s lips quirk into a smile.
“Single mom of a single mom. She’s protective.”
“I’d like the chance to change that.” His face turns serious. “Think about it? Please?”
It’s the only thing that’s consumed my thoughts since I re-met him. But he doesn’t need to know that. “I’ll consider it.”
CHAPTER 21
Victoria
Sweat streams down my ass crack, and all I want is a hot shower and a burger.
What is it about working out and feeling stronger that makes you want to eat all the shit in the whole world? On leg day, my appetite is unrelenting. I haven’t turned into a calorie-counting, protein-obsessed gym bunny—at least not yet—but I try to lean heavier into protein on leg days because otherwise, my muscles get jittery.
I was going to pick Wyatt up from daycare at the gym and eat on the way back to the house, but I stink—like, “What the fuck is that smell? Holy crap it’s me!” kind of stink. And I need to rinse off.
Wyatt won’t come near his mama if she’s a stench-ball.
I can’t help but walk past daycare and watch him through the window for just a minute. Some parents can’t wait to have some time away from their kids, but if every moment of my time was spent with my son, I’d be a happy woman.
He’s playing with a little girl that is leading him across the room by his wrist. It’s adorable. He’s such a sweet boy, so easy going and loves making new friends. Like his dad, I’d guess.
As I turn to leave, movement catches my eye, and I can’t help but stare as Raffi stands in front of a woman with a kid wrapped around her leg. Raffi’s arms are moving as he communicates to them in sign language. Digging deep in the corners of my memory, I vaguely recall him saying that the jail and bail where we met—which raised funds for an ASL charity—was important to him. But I can’t remember why. Is someone in his family deaf?
