Page 23 of Time To Learn

“Fuuuuuck,” I hiss when the last of my cum spurts and lands on the shower floor. As the orgasm tears through me, making me shake like a leaf, I revel in my fantasy of her, and I feel more satisfied than I have in a while. My rapid heartbeat settles down, and I blow out a long breath, my hand shaking as I grab the body wash and begin to wash the smell of my arousalaway.

“Holy shit,” I whisper as I wash myhair.

I’d be lying to myself if I said Laura hasn’t been on my mind ever since she left the shop yesterday afternoon. My curiosity about her is piqued—not to mention that fucking gorgeous body of hers that I’d love to have writhing beneath me—and while I’m not looking for anything serious, I want to get the chance to get to know her a little better. Show her a good time. I can’t help but wonder what sex with the real Laura might be like, and if it’s half as good as the fantasy of her, I’ll be more than satisfied. I curse at myself for not saving her phone number in my mobile as I’m mighty tempted to ask her out, but then again—that’s not my style. And I’ll see her in less than aweek.

I’ll just have to be patient for six moredays.

How hard can itbe?

* * *

The driveto New Beginnings only takes about half an hour. Lise is letting me drive her old, beat-up Landrover, foronce.

“I miss my bike,” I mutter as I suppress a sigh. Impatience runs through me as I find us locked in between two lorries.

Lise chuckles beside me and crosses her now jeans-clad legs. “I bet you do. But you’ve got to admit that Alberta here is one sweetride.”

Sweet ride? Where the hell does she come up with these things?

Snorting, I shake my head at her. “You’re such a goof, naming yourcar.”

“Don’t mock my car, nephew.”

I put on the indicator when I notice our turn is just up ahead. I sigh, relieved that I can push down the pedal and speedup.

“Remind me again why you want a horse?” I askLise.

“Because I love horses, and because I want to get more exercise.”

I glance at her and frown when she pats her stomach, an unhappy tilt to herlips.

“You look good tome.”

She laughs, straightening in herseat.

“Now that I’m single again—and we are not going to talk about that low-life, cheating, conniving bastard ever again—I want to get out and about, go on dates and do…things.”

I wince.

“Please don’t elaborate on what those things are,” I beg. I choose my next words carefully. “It’s only been four months since He Who Shall Not Be Named…”

“Thank you,” she huffs.

“Since he left,” I continue, not missing a beat. “Do you think you’re ready to face the dating scene again? I mean, it’s probably changed a lot since you were young.”

“Excuseme?”

I glance at her and wince at the hint of anger in her greyeyes.

“Younger,” I hurry to correct my blunder.

“Don’t you worry about me,” she snaps, turning her nose up. “I can take care of myself.”

“Okay, then.”

I roll down the window, trying to get some fresh air into the stifling car. The silence between us gets more awkward by the second.

“It looks like it’ll be another hot day,” I murmur, trying to lessen the tension that permeates the atmosphere.