She winks, then turns on her heel, waving me in behind her. “Gotta finish getting Jett ready.” Once in the entryway, she turns, and I nearly smash into her. Wouldn’t have been a bad thing, then again, I’m already hard as shit just smelling the traces of her from trailing after her.
God, I sound like a fucking creep.
Ora man who has it bad.
“We have to stop at my parents’ house,” she grimaces as she says it, watching my eyes for a reaction. Her fingers waffle together, twisting under her chin as she waits nervously.
I allow my hands to touch her, resting them palm-down on her shoulders. Our gazes idle together and I study her face.
I want to know if there’s a reaction to my touch or my words. I need to know if she feels this fucking tantalizing simmer between us. Because for me, that simmer is now a rolling boil.
“Beck, I understand you’re a mom and you gotta take care of Jett first. Why would you be nervous to tell me that?” My thumbs drag along the velvety skin of her shoulders soothingly but the more I do, I notice goosebumps rise up. Her neck pinkens, too.
“It’s just, it’s a date. I should have had him over there before you came to pick me up.” Her blue eyes hover again on one of my hands before rising up to my face. God, I want to kiss her so fucking bad. I watch as she rolls her lips together. But wait—Did she just say what I think she said?
“Ilikeseeing Jett. I’m glad he’s here and I get to see him, too.”
She smiles, but it’s fleeting, and I really don’t like that. Not one fucking bit. My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I don’t take it out.
“Don’t you want to see who it is?”
I shake my head. “I know this is gonna sound really fucking corny, but I’m with the only person I want to talk to.”
Her cheeks flush. My dick likes her flushed cheeks. My eyes begrudgingly explore her breasts for a second—god, help me, I tried not to look–but damn.
Looking was a mistake.
Huge.
My cock leaps off my leg like he’s a fucking soldier coming to attention. Growing thick and hard fast, I look at her face and find her smiling but still blushing.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. And fu—I said I wouldn’t curse around Jett.” I am doing a great job of fucking up, aren’t I? Laughing when she opens the door, getting caught checking out her tits, and then cursing.
She laughs, placing her hands on mine and dropping them down. But when they fall between us, our fingers are linked. Only for a moment, but it’s the best goddamn moment. Like the first pass of a tongue along your cock.
Stop it, Beau.
“It’s fine; he’s in the pack n play. He can’t hear you.”
We make our way inside her house, and I close the door, turning the lock behind me as if we’re staying. I wish we were.
I can envision us on the floor, playing with Jett, music in the background, both of us so interested and engrossed in one another that before we know it, it’s nine o’clock, and we haven’t eaten a single bite.
But I have to take her out. She fucking deserves to be taken out. Something tells me Dustin–what a fuckin’ joke of a name that is–didn’t treat her well at all.
Who the fuck leaves their pregnant wife?
A jackhole, that’s who.
She tosses some stuff in a bag, then plucks Jett from the play yard. I stand with my hands in my pockets, feeling useless, wishing I knew what I could do to help. Everything she does is so seamless and natural, and I realize it’s because she’s only ever done it alone. That asshole didn’t stick around for a single goddamn thing.
Jett smacks his fists against Beck’s tit—lucky little guy—crying out garbled words, which clearly aren’t happy. Beck looks awkwardly at me, biting the corner of her mouth. Her blonde hair is down and wavy, falling a foot above her perfect round ass. That white skirt makes me drool. Her tits look fucking phenomenal in that tank, and it’s when she pats her chest I’m currently staring at that I realize she’s talking to me.
“Hello?”
“Hi.”
She smiles, not showing her teeth but growing rosy in the cheeks. I fucking like that; it’s cute as hell. “You checked out while you were staring at my breasts.” She shakes her head, clicking her tongue in mock disapproval. “You’re no better than my best friend, Goldie.”