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His laughter followed her as she took him down again, all the way to where no one else had ever touched.
When she sensed he couldn’t handle another second, she fetched another condom. She handed it to him, waiting until he’d done the honors before positioning herself above his shaft. His length jutted up at her, hard and hungry, and all she could think about was that they’d had a conversation about fried chicken just before she gave him a blowjob. That was the beauty of exploring sexually with Bryan. They had a shorthand from knowing each other for so long that lent familiarity even to situations that pushed her boundaries. But she couldn’t help giggling, though she covered her mouth with her hand.
“Yeah, that’s not soul-crushing. Hot chick’s about to sit on my dick and she starts laughing her ass off.” He grinned and reached up for her hand, tumbling her forward onto his chest.
Their lips collided, and he gripped her hips, nudging her thighs open until it was the most natural thing in the world to accept him inside her body. One slow thrust and he was buried deep. The laughter faded away, becoming moans that she breathed into his mouth as she started to ride, tentatively at first, then with growing conviction, her movements bolstered by his low groan and encouraging words. She squeezed her knees together and tightened around him, gasping at the overwhelming fullness of him at this angle. He seemed to take up every free inch in her body. His eyes were fever-bright on hers, and his hands steadied her waist, as if he was the only thing keeping her from flying off the edge of the Earth.
Her climax hit her so fast she didn’t have time to prepare. She struggled to maintain eye contact with him while she relished the unrelenting contractions, needing to know he was right there with her. Then he was coming, too, his hips bucking off the bed, driving his cock so far inside her that the pleasure edged with pain.
He fisted a hand in her hair and dragged her back to his mouth, ravaging hers with a wildness that belied the orgasm he’d just had. His tongue tangled with hers again and again, stringing out the pleasure between them until the residual pulses in her core turned into the beginnings of something all new.
God, this man. How had she gone all these years without having him in her bed? Her throat closed. In her life? Not just occasionally when he blew through town, but on a daily basis. Having his skin against hers centered her in a way she’d never realized she’d been missing. Now she couldn’t get close enough.
Finally he drew back and smiled. “You know, if the Dr. Pete option falls through, we could go to the wedding. Make that our fifth date.”
Her pulse quickened anew. “What about keeping all of this a secret?”
“Oh, it’d still be a secret.” He toyed with her hair, flipping it between his fingers. “Our sexy secret. Go separately. But maybe meet up in a little corner so I can give you something to think about…”
It wasn’t quite an admission of a desperate need to date her, but she’d take it. She’d take all of him, five times or fifty.
Rolling over, she pressed a kiss to his stubbled jaw. She’d be feeling that stubble-burn everywhere tomorrow. She couldn’t wait. “I’m good with sexy secrets if you are.”
“Hell yeah.” His grin arrowed heat through her belly. “So, about that fried chicken…”
Chapter Seven
Sex and fried chicken went together about as well as watching Casablanca with his little sister’s best friend while she painted her toenails. Neither quite made sense. But he enjoyed all of the above that night, and the next day, when he had to get up and head to a brutal training session before going to see his mom, he wasn’t quite as on edge.
Oh, sex hadn’t wiped his brain clean like a dusty hard drive. He knew exactly everything that lay ahead of him. But Jill, just by being Jill, had made the load he carried lighter.
At least until that afternoon with his mother.
The group home appeared welcoming enough, filled with couches and game tables in the common area. There were even small, cozy rooms for the “guests” as they called them.
He found his mother in her cheerful yellow room doing a puzzle. Looking into her green eyes so like his, he struggled to find the words to bridge a decade’s worth of distance. Those vacant eyes sucked him down like hollow pools with no bottom.
His intention had been to keep things casual. He’d even intended to call her by her first name. She hadn’t behaved like his mother in so long that it seemed like a lie to refer to her that way.
But when her eyes narrowed on his and she gave him a hesitant smile, he couldn’t stop what tumbled out of his mouth. “Hi Mom.”
Her smile lasted for another moment before cracking open, allowing the confusion
behind it to spill free. “I’m sorry, but who are you?”
The gut punch had him sagging into a chair at her bedside. She wasn’t pretending not to know him to deliver a message. Genuine puzzlement filled her expression. She truly didn’t recognize him.
“I’m Bryan.” He swallowed and reached for her hand, nearly jerking back at the paper-thinness of her skin as he gripped her fingers. “Your son.”
She blinked several times, then directed her attention at the puzzle again before moistening her lips and gesturing to the water pitcher beside the bed. “May I?”
“Sure.” Relieved to have something to do, he let her go and poured water into a paper cup.
God, he should’ve told Vic he was coming. Maybe then he would’ve been prepared.
As if anyone could ever prepare for this.
She took the cup he held out and drank. When she was finished, she gestured toward the sunflower puzzle in her lap. “A lady always likes flowers from a gentleman caller.”
