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I moved my arm and blinked my eyes open. The sun was up. Shit. I had chores to do before the football game. Mom wanted to work and move cattle the next couple of weeks, and I hadn’t checked all the fence or gone through my inventory to see what I needed to restock.
But I didn’t rush away. Emery was passed out, breathing deeply. This was my first overnight. The first time in a long time I hadn’t hurried away after sex so I could sleep in my own bed and forgo any jumping to conclusions that might happen.
I didn’t want to rush anywhere. I wanted to turn onto my side and rub my growing erection into her lush ass. I’d had my face buried between those thighs for hours, and I wanted to do it again.
Emery was out, though. She hadn’t twitched. I doubted she got to sleep in very often.
I eased out of bed and went to the bathroom. I didn’t have an overnight kit with me, but that was the perk of being a guy. I used her mouthwash and put some of her toothpaste on my finger to scrub over my teeth. Better than nothing.
I ran through the shower until there were two of us that smelled like peaches and cream.
Her bathroom was like the rest of her house. Messy, with a lived-in feel. Toys ate up the floor in the living room, and she or the kids kicked them into the corner at the end of the day. Her kitchen had cereal boxes and bread bags lining the counters when there was minimal counter realty in the first place. Her bedroom was like the bathroom. Any flat surface was cluttered. Her house was clean but at a steady level of frenzy.
Surprising, because she was so chill.
My mom seemed like she wouldn’t mind a cluttered space. Her work was outdoors and she wasn’t about the frills. Yet, a mess stressed her out. Nora and I had learned early to pick up after ourselves or face her wrath. I learned a lot of swear words when Mom found a mess.
Would the clutter bother me? Or would I find it refreshing that perfection wasn’t expected?
I came out of the bathroom, toweling my hair off and running a hand through the damp strands. Emery inhaled and stretched, blinking at the ceiling. Her gaze landed on me.
I didn’t have any clothes on, and she squinted at my dick. If she stared for another few seconds, it’d do more than twitch to life.
“Morning,” I said and flicked the towel at her ass through the blankets.
The crack it made filled the room, and she shot up to a sitting position, her eyes wide and color painting her cheeks. “Holden!”
I laughed, both at her reaction and the way she covered herself, as if I hadn’t been all over that naked body last night.
She scowled and rubbed her butt, but the towel had been too thick to make a decent sting through a sheet and three blankets.
I prowled toward the bed, but she scrambled to the opposite side. “Oh, no, you don’t. You showered, and I bet you have minty breath.”
I breathed against my hand and sniffed. “Minty fresh.”
She held her hand up like she was a crossing guard and I was a five-ton truck bearing down on her. “Then don’t get close to me until I do the same.”
“Morning breath doesn’t scare me off.”
“I’m dying inside enough as it is. I need a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and a shower.”
“In that order?”
“Any order is better than I am now.”
Laughing, I backed off the bed and grabbed my pants. “Want to come to my place after the game? I can show you how to fence.”
“Is that a euphemism for sex?”
She hadn’t been to my place other than to ride with the kids. Otherwise, she made sure we weren’t alone in my house. This was the first night we’d had sex since the camping trip.
If she wanted to fuck every two weeks when the kids were at their dad’s, there wasn’t much I could do about it. As much as I wanted to be with her in my place, in my bed, I wanted her to be comfortable, and she wasn’t the only one who thought that sneaking me in and out of her bedroom while the kids were sleeping wasn’t right.
But it was the principle behind why she wouldn’t come home with me when her mom was babysitting. The significance of being the first woman I would have sex with under my roof. That would mean we were serious.
If we weren’t serious already, what were we?
I’d known her only two months, and I wasn’t going to push. Eventually, the question would grow so large in my mind, I’d have to ask. This weekend was not that time.
