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“Road trips take it out of you,” I replied like I did with a student’s parents who sucked at their role, but I couldn’t outright tell them.
He grunted, slung a heavy arm over my shoulder and walked with me to the door.
I let us in, climbed the stairs and pointed to Bridge’s bed. He was already toeing off his shoes.
“If you’d let me drive at all, you wouldn’t be so tired,” I reminded.
He only grunted in response.
As I closed the door to the bathroom to brush my teeth and at least wash the miles off my face, Theo yanked back the covers and fell face first onto the bed. He groaned in satisfaction–a very similar sound to the one I pulled from him when I rode his dick, reverse cowgirl, in the car earlier.
Five minutes later, I climbed in with a sleeping Theo. With him on his stomach, he was a bed hog. I pushed at him, and he turned, reached out and tucked me into his side. All without really waking up.
He was warm and cozy, and I took a moment to enjoy the feel of him. We never lingered in bed. I’d never been able to just… be with him. I took in his scent. A hint of his cologne still lingered along with stale coffee from when he’d spilled some on his shirt somewhere in Idaho. His heart thumped beneath my hand.
This man was solid. Sturdy.
He’d come to Las Vegas for me. Even, perhaps especially, because he didn’t knowwhyI had a court appearance. He up and flew to me.
I smiled against his chest. I didn’t know what was up with him, but all I felt was relief. No longer the chance of being a convicted hooker. No longer a homeowner of a place I hadn’t gotten myself. From what Annalynn had said, the house was now in Theo’s name. It didn’t belong to me any longer. I wasn’tbeholdento him.
I felt like things had changed. I felt… more. A glimmer. Something more than just sex. I was getting my shit together, one thing at a time. No more possible criminal record. No more owing Bridge.
So I didn’t have Mrs. Jonsdottir’s house. I’d had it and it felt wrong. Like it wasn’t mine. It wasn’t. I’d move my things out of Maggie’s apartment and put them in Lindy’s garage. For the time being, I’d save a little on having no rent while I found just the right place, socking more money into the down payment fund. I could maybe… let someone in. Maybe?
I’d been angry at Theo when he’d magically appeared at the courthouse. Stuck with him in a car all day made that go away. The orgasms in the car had helped. So was being in his arms right now.
Theo sniffled, then twitched once. I couldn’t help but smile. This moment of quiet made me want to open my heart to him. To have more times like this–perhaps when he was conscious–when he held me solely because he wanted to.
I fell asleep for the first time in a man’s arms. All I knew was that I was glad it was Theo.
51
THEO
I wokeup with Mallory’s ass against my dick and her hair in my mouth. Both were a first. Mallory, yes. But waking up to a woman in my bed, that was new, especially close enough to feel her lush curves and choke on her silky strands. I took women to bed, but they never stayed in mine. Or I in hers.
This was actually Bridget’s bed, so perhaps it was like the Switzerland of sleeping. Neutral turf.
Except I was fully clothed, and Mallory was in a long shirt which had ridden up. She was warm and soft and silent.
Nofine.No loud singing every lyric to every song across the state of Utah. No laughing. Or moaning. Just her.
My arm was slung over her waist and my nose was buried in her soft hair. I didn’t want to move my hand, but I had to clear my mouth. I kissed the top of her head. I… liked this. Liked holding her. Ridiculously enough, I’d liked the road trip. I felt a connection. A change in us. That she was beginning to understand our dynamic.
So we had sex in the car when it wasn’t scheduled. So I ate some deliciously bad for me food. I was learning how to have fun.
I was actually, strangely, having fun.
This could work, me and Mallory. She’d come over later forsexo’clock. I smiled at my play on time. She wouldn’t be stressed or worried about a thing. She had her house, no arrest looming. I fixed her problems. I–
Her cell phone’s alarm clock blared, as loud as the music from the car ride.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
She jolted, then groaned. Then froze. Then tried to wiggle, which only brought her ass against my dick.
“Easy, tiger.”
