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CALI:And for what it’s worth, I loved every word you said about secret me … and I feel exactly the same way.
CALI:Did you want to sneak over later?
KANE:I’d love that … will text when I’m on my way
“What’s got you grinning, sis?” Cari asks, leaning over the table to try and see my phone.
“Just Fern,” I nonchalantly reply and thankfully she buys it.
“Silverbell ain’t ready for you two gals to be living together. Mom, watch the rumor mill go into overdrive now. It’ll be all ‘Fern and Cali did this’ and ‘Fern and Cali did that’ blah, blah, blah.”
I don’t need Fern for that. Shaking my head at my sister, I find myself grinning at her, ohh to be young and innocent again. “Sis,” I offer, throwing my arm around her when we meet up, “I think you’re just jealous that you’ve never made the rumor mill.”
“I’ll have you know—”
“Nope,” Mom interrupts, “we do not need to rehash that weekend ever again.”
My eyes widen. “What did you do? And why do I not know about said shenanigans?”
“I’ll tell you later,” Cari says, bumping my shoulder. Meanwhile, Mom shakes her head, muttering to herself about ‘needing strength and praying to the Lord and never being able to walk into St. Michael’s without turning red’ ever again.
“St. Michael’s?” I mouth to Cari and she just shrugs. Then my eyes widen when I remember what happened. “That was you?” I shout. Cari nods, a huge grin on her face. “Who knew my lil’ sister was such a badass?”
“Well, one of us has to be. You’re squarer than a square.”If only you knew, little sister, if only you knew what I was hiding.
Mom and Dad drop me off and I head inside. I find a note from Fern sitting on the kitchen counter saying she’s spending the night at Tucker’s. This makes me smile more than it should because it means when Kane comes over later, we will have the place to ourselves.
Pouring myself a glass of red wine, I head into the bathroom, it’s pamper time. Bringing up Spotify, I click play and “Time After Time” starts playing, as much as I love Cyndi’s original version, this version by Quietdrive is pretty awesome.
After shaving my legs and trimming the lady garden, I run a bath. While the tub is filling, I quickly do a nudie dash to the kitchen and top up my glass. When I get back, I pour in some jasmine-scented bath crystals and sink into the tub. Nothing beats a hot bath with a glass of wine after shaving.
Leaning back, I close my eyes and sip on my wine. Excitement builds for when Kane comes over later and my clit begins to throb. Needing to ease the itch, I place my glass behind my head on the ledge and slide my hand down my body as I lift one leg out of the tub, resting it on the edge. My nipples instantly harden as I brush past. Slipping my finger between my folds, I twitch when I brush over my clit. Pushing my finger inside, I moan when I hook it around, rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves. Sliding my finger out, I circle my clit before slipping it back inside. Squeezing my breast with my other hand, I tug on my nipple and out of nowhere, my orgasm thunders through me. Moaning and splashing about, I thrust my finger in and out as I ride my climax out.
Once I’m back on Plant Earth from Planet Orgasm, I reach behind me, grab my glass, and take a sip. With a contented sigh, I sink back into the water, I finish my wine and relax.
When the water cools, I climb out, slather my body in lotion, and slip on the infamous pink satin dressing gown. Pouring myself another wine, I head back to my room to read while I wait for Kane to arrive. I’m on my second glass of wine when my phone pings.
KANE:Be there in 5
CALI:Door’s unlocked, come on up. Fern is out **wink wink**
KANE:Be there in 3
A snort-laugh erupts at that message. Getting up, I check to make sure I look okay and I head into the kitchen to wait. Finishing my wine, I top it up and decide to pour a glass for Kane. Turning around, I reach into the upper cabinets where Fern keeps the wine glasses, lifting onto my tippy-toes, I grab the glass.
“Well, that’s a beautiful sight,” Kane says from behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. I didn’t hear him arrive and I squeal in fright. The wine glass goes flying, landing on the tiles, and shattering on the floor. I just now realize that when I was reaching up, my gown rose, exposing my naked ass and my cheeks heat in embarrassment … and arousal.
Kane walks over to me and scoops me into his arms, placing me on the countertop.
“What did you do that for?” I ask.
“Can’t have you cutting your foot. Where’s the dustpan?”
“Cupboard by the pantry.”
He kisses the tip of my nose, turns, and grabs the dustpan. A few minutes later, he’s cleaned up the broken glass and is standing between my legs staring into my eyes. “Hi,” I murmur.
“Hi yourself,” he replies. “That was quite the view to walk into.”
