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She giggles into my neck and places a tender kiss on my skin. “That was before I burned off all the fair food calories.”
Rolling her to the side so we’re facing each other, I give her a slow smile. “I do enjoy burning calories with you.”
Her eyes look greener now as she gazes up at me, her own grin playing on her lips. “Me too. I’ve missed you,” she whispers, her voice dripping with emotion.
Pulling her back into my arms, I hold her close, reveling in the way her body fits against mine like a puzzle piece. “Me too, Butterfly, me too.” Placing a kiss on her forehead, I add, “Let me run and get rid of the condom and then we’ll go down and see if we can find something to eat.”
As much as I hate to do it, I release my hold on her and get off the bed, not even caring I’m naked as I make my way to her bathroom. Inside, I toss the rubber in the trash and grab a washcloth from the closet. As soon as I’m clean, I take a second cloth, wet it with warm water, and return to where I left her in bed.
Her eyes are closed as I approach, a satisfied little smirk on her lips. She hasn’t moved, her naked body lying angelically on top of the bedding. I can see the small of her back, one of my favorite parts of her body, and my cock starts to respond. Instead of going to her front side, I opt to walk around to the opposite side of the bed, where her back and pert ass are on display. I can see the slightest ridge of her spine right where it meets her ass and my mouth waters.
Crawling onto the bed, I set the washcloth aside and run my hands along those delectable ridges of her spine, cupping her ass in my big hands. She glances over her shoulder, a look of desire written across her face. That’s all it takes for my semi-hard dick to become fully ready for round two.
I reach over and grab my wallet, pulling out the second condom. Definitely going to have to pick up more of those on my next trip to the store. I’ve got myself covered in a matter of seconds and return to my position behind her. Kate doesn’t say a word, just hitches her leg up over mine and grinds her ass against me. I line up and slowly push inside of her body, her gasp mixing with my groan.
Just before I start to pump, she glances over her shoulder with lust-filled eyes and a coy smile on her sweet lips. “Thirty minutes my ass.”
* * *
I pull into my former driveway and park. I’ve been looking forward to grabbing Max all morning, but not the part where I’ll have to deal with Ashley. I’m not sure what version of her I’m getting today, but after Saturday night’s display at the festival, I’m sure it won’t be a pleasant one. Not now.
Not after the confirmation Kate’s back in town.
At the festival, I was able to push all thoughts of Ashley and the pending confrontation I’m sure is coming. In fact, it wasn’t until last night, when I returned to my own place, anyone besides Kate entered my mind. No, that’s not true. A few times when we were lounging around the house, I thought about Max and wished he was hanging out with us, but then I’d start to question what was going on exactly between Kate and myself.
I still don’t have the answer to that one.
We’ve both declared we missed each other, but that’s the deepest we’ve gone. I’m not sure exactly how to dissect the feelings that come with her being back in town and back in my life. I’m not sure if sleeping with her was a good thing or not (okay, yeah, it was a very, very good thing) because I have no idea what comes next for us.
Okay, that’s a lie too.
I do know what comes next.
A cookout today at my mom’s house.
Yesterday, I hung out at her place for much of the day. Sure I might have screwed her six ways to next Sunday, but there was a lot more of the other stuff too. It was almost like getting to know someone, even though I already know her pretty damn well. But there’s a void from the last twelve years, one I was anxious to fill, so we talked about New York, her parents, and her job, which she hated. We ate food at the kitchen counter, watered her new plants around the property, and snuggled on the couch while pretending to watch some girly movie. When the clock finally struck six, I knew it was time for me to head out. I was too comfortable there, which is why I forced myself to get up, kiss her long enough that she wouldn’t forget it anytime soon, and then headed back to my own place for the night.
I only texted her once.
Fine, more than once. It started with a single text message, just to let her know I was home and thinking of her. That transpired into three hours of messaging before I finally fell asleep with a hard dick and a smile on my face. It was during that texting exchange I invited her to my mom’s cookout for Labor Day. She refused at first, like I knew she would, but when I reminded her it was a holiday and no one was working at her place, I knew by her hesitated responses she was wavering. Then, I went in for the kill and told her my mom was making her famous four cheese macaroni with bacon.
That did it.
Now, after spending the day with my son, I’ll be picking up Kate around three to head to my family’s gathering. Mom won’t care about the extra plate, but I admit, it may be a little awkward at first. Kinda like it was at the festival when we ran into my siblings. They all loved Kate way back when, but that love dried up when she left town. Of course, they only know one side of the story, and I’ll be sure to share the rest of it with them all so they don’t treat her like an outsider or someone not welcome.
“Daddy!” Max yells as he barrels out the front door.
I take the steps two at a time, scooping him up in my arms as I go. “Hey, Buddy, did you have a good weekend with Mommy?”
“Yep! I won a monkey at the fessibal.”
“Festival, and I’m glad. Are you bringing it to my house for the week?” I ask, setting him down when I step over the threshold.
“Yep! His name is George.” Max giggles at the name, throwing his head back and giving a full belly laugh.
“Good morning, Jensen,” Ashley sings, practically floating into the dining room.
“Morning,” I reply, keeping one eye on my ex-wife as she sets her bag on the worn table. She’s wearing nursing scrubs in a light green and comfortable walking shoes with her hair piled high on her head. Her makeup is subtle, yet knowing her as well as I do, I can tell she’s put a lot of work into her appearance.
