Then I start to move. Reid’s hands are everywhere, stroking, touching, driving me higher and higher. His hips are lifting to meet mine, and again I’m overcome with the sensation that we’re in this together. Fully. Completely. And it’s so overwhelming, this desire and lust, morphing into another four-letter word, that I start to lose myself.
“I need…Reid, I…”
“I know, sweetheart. I know.”
He lifts himself up until he’s sitting, and my legs wrap around his waist. We rock together and I let him take over, guiding our movements. It feels so good to let go, to have someone else in charge. I can feel my climax hurtling toward me, and I want it even as I want this to never end.
“Fuck. Abby. Babe. You feel so damn good.”
I feel him swell inside of me, and the idea of making this man lose control suddenly becomes my top priority. When his head drops down to my shoulder, I bring my hands to his shoulders and speed up, undulating around him and over him. His movements become erratic, and he starts to just mumble my name. I can hear a strange, high-pitched moan, and it takes me a minute to realize that it’s me.
But then my orgasm hits, and so does his, and suddenly noises and sights and smells are gone and all I can do is just feel.
If there were an award for best morning after, today would win. After a shower at Reid’s, where we made good use of the bench in his massive shower stall, I hurried home to the farm for a change of clothes. Uncle Steve’s knowing grin should have bothered me, but I’m in way too good of a mood to care. It’s one of those beautiful, clear days that makes the rest of winter — which is typically filled with cold, dreary, wet days — worth it. The air is crisp, the sun is shining, and I know the smile on my face is wider than it’s been in a long time.
Multiple orgasms will do that to you.
I’ve got the radio playing Christmas songs as I drive to the home of Layla’s friend, Carly, where she spent the night. Somehow, I tame my giddy happiness enough to seem normal in front of Carly's parents, who seem like really nice people. Then my daughter and I are driving home, and I’m trying to focus on what she’s telling me instead of letting my mind drift back to last night, back to Reid.
“…and the muffins were so good, and Carly's mom said they come from a place in town, and we need to go there.”
“Mmm, muffins. Sounds great, baby,” I say absently.I bet Reid likes muffins….
“Mommy,” Layla says, and the curious tone in her voice grabs my attention. I glance in the rearview mirror to see her fidgeting with her fingers.
“Why were you kissing Mr. Corser last night?”
Chapter eight
Reid
I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve had a few one-night stands. Spectacular sex for a couple of hours, then part ways and never speak to each other again.
That is definitelynotwhat I had in mind when I invited Abby over.
But here we are, three days after what was undoubtedly the best sex of my entire life, and the woman of my dreams has ghosted me. Aside from a one-word response —yes— when I messaged her the morning after to make sure she and Layla got home okay, she’s been completely silent. All of my texts have gone unanswered.
Its unnerving, and what’s even more so is that I don’t know what to do about it. I can’t exactly go out there during the day to talk to her, not with three hundred students relying on me to guide them through this final week of school. And after school hours, Layla will be there, and for all I know she still has no idea I’m falling for her mom. Of course, right now, Layla is in class just down the hall from my office. I’ve seen her in the halls, and she’s smiled and waved at me like usual. Which leaves me still confused by what’s happened, or rather, not happened.
I finally get my chance one afternoon when my weekly meeting is canceled due to the impending holidays, and I can make it outside at the end of the day for the pickup line. I make my way around, greeting families and children as I go, keeping my eyes peeled for Abby’s car. When several minutes pass after the final bell, and the parking lot starts to clear out, there’s still no sign of her. Layla, however, is sitting on the steps, flipping through a book with her gloved hands. I go and sit next to her.
“Hey, Layla, is your mom picking you up today?”
She looks up at me, and I don’t miss the slight worry on her face. “Yeah. I don’t know where she is.”
“Why don’t you come inside and wait in my office. We can give her a call and see what’s holding her up.” I hold my hand out, and Layla takes it, letting me help her up. We walk inside and I get her settled in my office. I go to reach for my cell, but catch myself with a glance to Layla who’s looking around innocently. I pick up the school phone instead, and dial the number I know by heart. It doesn’t even dawn on me that I was worried about Abby until I hear her frazzled voice on the other end of the line.
“Hello, this is Abby.”
“Hi Abby, it’s Rei- Mr. Corser.” I wince, hoping Layla didn’t notice I almost used my first name. She’s engrossed in her book, but looks up at my voice. “I’ve got Layla in my office. She’s fine, but we’re just checking to make sure you’re okay, and on your way for pickup.”
I hear Abby’s deep sigh, and I hate how uncomfortable it sounds. “Yes. I’m sorry, Reid. Uncle Steve had a doctor’s appointment and we ran into traffic getting back to the farm from Westport. I’m on my way, I should be there in five minutes.”
I nod, even though she can’t see me. “It’s fine, Abby. I’ll wait with her inside. Drive safely.” There’s so much more I want to say, but I can’t with Layla right here, so we hang up and I turn to the little girl who’s watching me closely.
“Okay, your mom got held up with Uncle Steve, but she’s on her way.”
Layla nods. “’kay.”
