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Chapter 16
Colt
Imade it all the way back to the kitchen before I let loose the groan building in my chest. My hands were planted on the black-and-white-speckled granite countertop, and my head hung low as I remembered with perfect clarity the swell of her creamy flesh. Jesus, her nipple had felt as good on my tongue as I’d dreamed it would.
Spiders, monkeys, wrinkles, saggy butts, my mother, her fiancé, ah, that one worked—the perfect cock deflator, my mother’s fiancé. What the hell was his name? Ah, yes Stewart Milligan.
I’d have to keep that in mind. I wrinkled my brow, or maybe I didn’t want to think about him and sex in the same sentence. That took me back to my mother and sex between them. I definitely did not want to think about that.
The doorbell rang just as I finished setting the table. I took a deep fortifying breath to steel myself before I opened the door.
“Hello, sweetheart,” my mother stepped forward and kissed my cheek.
“Mom, how are you? Stewart.” I shook his hand as he entered and watched him from the corner of my eye as he began to assess my condo.
“Colt, it’s good to see you again. Nice place you have here. How did you manage to get this high up?”
“A friend of mine from med school owned this but had to sell quick. I got a good deal.”
“Nice to have friends,” he said and slapped me on the back. I tried not to roll my eyes.
“Come on in, lunch is almost ready. I just need to get it from the kitchen.”
“Did you have it ordered in,” my mother asked as they followed me to the dining room.
“No, you’re going to have to suffer through my cooking.”
Her laugh tinkled through the air behind me. “Is someone else joining us?” she asked as she took in the four place settings at the table.
“Um, I have a guest. I’m not sure if she’s up to joining us, but I wanted her to have a place in case she does.”
“A guest?” my mother queried with a raised brow. “You mean you have a girlfriend?”
“We’re dating, but that’s not why she’s staying with me. She had surgery the other day; I didn’t want her to be alone until she’s feeling better.”
“Well, I hope she comes out to join us. I’d love to meet her.”
“Me, too,” Stewart added, and I hit him with a strange look. What the hell did he want to meet her for?
“Let me get lunch on the table, and I’ll go ask her if she wants to join us. Would you like iced tea or wine with lunch? We’re having pasta salad.”
“We’ll take wine,” Stewart answered for them both and put his arm around my mother’s waist. I subdued my nausea when she glanced up at him adoringly and smiled.
Gah! Why did the guy have to be so damned young? If he was like five, ten years younger than she was, I wouldn’t have a problem, but twenty-something years, that was too much.
I was pulling the pasta out of the fridge when Stewart walked in behind me. “Can I help carry anything out?”
“Sure, you can grab the wine; it’s over there.” I pointed with my chin as my hands were full.
I carried the pasta and the bread out to the table and glanced around. “Did my mother go use the restroom?”
Stewart laughed, “I think she went to find your guest.”
“What?” I set the items on the table and took off down the hall, calling out to my mother, “Mom?”
As I rounded the hall to the bedrooms, I saw the guest room door open. My steps slowed as I approached, and I tried to tame my racing heart enough so that I could hear.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Barnes.”
