“ItAin’tEasy”—RestlessRoad
“Hello?” I mumbled into the phone that had woken me.
“Loralei? Can I come over?” At the sound of Ms. Margaret’s voice, I was suddenly wide awake.
“Is everything okay?” A glance at the clock told me I wasn’t late for our knitting lessons. I wasn’t supposed to be there until eleven, then to work at my other job by four.
Shit.
I forgot I didn’t have a car.
How the hell am I going to get to work?
“Oh, yes, dear. Fine. I just wanted to tell you something,” she said, and the tone of her voice told me I wasn’t going to like what she had to say. Great. More shit piled on my craptastic sundae.
“Of course. Just give me fifteen minutes to get up and brush my teeth.” I sat up and the sheet fell down. A quick glance showed my damn boobies pointing out at the world.
“He left a fucking hickey on my boob!” I mouthed silently. Eyes bugging, I jerked the sheet up as the night before flooded back with crystal clarity.
“Okay, I’ll be over shortly,” she assured me and ended the call.
“And I need a few of those minutes to put some clothes on because your grandson banged the hell out of me last night,” I muttered. A groan slipped out as I fell back to my pillow. Not that I stayed long, because hello, Ms. Margaret was on her way over.
Hopping on one foot, I pulled on thick fuzzy socks, pajama pants, and a clean thermal shirt.
As I brushed my teeth, I stared at myself in the mirror. Was it possible to look different after amazing sex, because I’d swear I did. Oh, I ached like a motherfucker, but in the most delicious way. After finishing with my teeth, I put my hair up in a messy bun.
I rushed out to the kitchen to start a fresh pot of coffee. It was filling as a knock sounded at the back door. When I swung it open, my gaze locked with Decker’s above his grandmother’s head.
“Oh. Hi. I didn’t know you were both coming over,” I stuttered as I stepped back to let them in. “I made coffee,” I offered inanely.
“Thanks, I could use a cup,” she said with a smile. Her grandson growled behind her.
She glanced over at him and narrowed her eyes. “One cup will be fine,” she muttered to him as he glowered.
As she filled her cup, her gaze dropped into the sink. “You had company?”
Nothing gets by you, does it, Margaret?
Inwardly cringing, my mouth flapped uselessly. In my periphery, I noticed Decker running a hand over his mouth. Then he piped in, “Loralei made me a cup of coffee after I picked her up.”
A calculating gleam lit Margaret’s eyes as she looked from him to me and back. “Oh, well that was nice of you.”
“It was the least I could do after he went out in the storm to save my butt,” I said with a forced smile. My fingers nervously fidgeted with the neckline of my shirt, and the faint scent of his cologne had my aching pussy shamelessly throbbing.
Ugh! Stop!
Once we both had a cup, we sat at the table. Decker joined us, and my face flamed as I remembered what we’d done on the table his grandmother was now sitting at. Resting her coffee mug in the exact spot my ass had been hours before.
Oh, God. I’m going to hell.
As if he could read my mind, the bastard smirked.
Margaret cleared her throat. “I’m not going to be able to be there for our knitting lesson,” she began.
“Okay,” I drew out until it was more of a question. “We can do it later in the week,” I assured her. Truth be told, I didn’t care if I learned to knit. I only went to her home for her lessons because I enjoyed her company. That, and the fact that my friends were few and far between.
Okay, none was more like it.