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I know it’s my mom.
No one else would call, and especially not at such an awkward moment.
She always knows when something’s up, and usually always calls at the worst possible time.
But I did miss seeing her off, so I answer. Telling her how bad I feel for not being there to say goodbye.
“Your dad was tied up anyway,” she says, sounding upbeat but already making excuses for the man.
I wonder how long it’ll last this time. A week? A month?
“I’m fine, Mom,” I tell her truthfully, hearing her list off all the reasons she’s worried about me.
Least of which is an argument with Suze, which I quickly fill her in on. Knowing that Suze will be calling her anyway with her version of events.
But at the top of her list is the new stranger in my life, Michael.
“Just be careful sweetie,” Mom pleads. “Make sure and head straight home once you get off the train, and stick close to Suze,” she says a couple of times. Like she hasn’t even heard a word I’ve said.
Feeling suddenly fatigued again at dealing with this, with these people. I just go along with whatever she says until I can get off the phone.
Grateful when I reach Michael’s suite and find his door open.
He looks up, beaming a smile before asking me what’s wrong.
I must have it written all over my face, but it’s such a messy story I don’t know where to start.
The best remedy is his open arms, and in seconds I’ve dropped my bags and buried myself in Michael again.
His warm, amber scent and strong hands running over me, his deep, soothing voice soon makes me forget about everything else instantly.
Chapter Sixteen
Michael
She’s upset when she comes back, but I kinda figured any talks with her best friend would be like that for a while yet.
I’m glad her mom got off the train when she did, or we’d have her to deal with too no doubt.
“It’s like I predicted,” Natasha says when I probe her. Asking her firmly if she really is okay.
I hate seeing her without a smile.
“…I missed seeing my mom off, dad was a no show after breaking down so mom caught a cab to go rescue him, and now Suzanna hates me,” she says with a shrug.
Upset but not broken over it all.
I rub her back, trying to find the right things to say when she says it all herself.
“I don’t blame her really,” she muses, finally kneading her hands into my chest like a cat before she nestles deeper into me.
“I’d be ruined if I had to watch you go off with somebody else too,” she adds, and I take in a sharp breath of air.
“No. Not gonna happen,” I growl out, shifting her a little so I can give her a cautionary look.
But Natasha only smiles and resumes her snuggling position, gradually moving inquiring fingers to open my laptop.
“Watch ya doin’?” she asks innocently, making me chuckle as I playfully slam the device shut.
I know that she knows I’m up to something.
It’s a good something though.
For all of us.
“Never you mind that,” I warn her again, having to kiss her before tickling her ribs and laughing myself.
Laughing and playing around to avoid hearing myself turn onto an old man permanently, frowning and warning her about this and that.
Crazy.
“Does she really hate me that much?” I ask once we simmer down. Secretly proud I’ve driven her friend nuts.
Serves her right for being such a little so and so.
“She’s jealous. She told me herself in a roundabout kinda way,” Natasha tells me, growing a little more serious.
“She thought an older guy like you would never go for a thicker, curvy younger girl like me…”
I growl at the words that come from her lips, gripping her ass and thighs tighter before letting my hand roam between her legs. Bunching the fabric of her long skirt and making her gasp.
“She… She…” Natasha tries to get out, but it’s useless.
In no time I’ve locked the suite door and resumed my favorite snuggling position, with her ankles over my shoulders. My face buried between those thick thighs that look and feel divine, belonging to a full-blown woman now.
The girl is long gone.
Is it an unfair advantage that I know now what it is that makes her so wet? And makes her come so quickly for me?
I don’t think so. And she doesn’t seem to mind, not one bit.
Seeing and feeling her coming so much in one day fills me with as much pleasure as I know she’s getting.
And there’s plenty more where that came from.
I can’t wait to get her into a place of our own…
The buzz of her climax soon makes her sleepy, and she shakes her head dreamily when I ask how much sleep she got last night.
I scoop her up, and lay her down on the seat opposite, covering her with a blanket as she fights off sleep for just a moment longer.
