“So do you,” I replied lamely, barely able to register what he was saying because that pressure was building up again. He began to thrust faster, and I knew I wasn’t going to last.
I felt him stiffen and still inside me as he groaned out his release. It was at that moment that another wave of pleasure rolled through me, causing me to cry out at the same time he moaned in my ear.
After we both caught our breath, he kissed me once more and then rolled over, still slightly panting.
“That was…”
“Mind-blowing,” I finished.
His arm was still under my head and he rolled to his side and looked at me. “Exactly.”
He dropped a kiss on my lips before getting up to go to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I, too, got up, picked up his T-shirt, put it on, then folded the sheets and blankets down. I crawled under the covers and patted his side of the bed as soon as he came out of the bathroom, gloriously naked, and smiled as he climbed inside and wrapped me in his arms.
We both fell asleep smiling.
After waking up two more times to go at it, I had to get him up early and drive him back to the club to get his bike and then head into work. We were gonna have to do something about this separate car thing. And by something I didn’t mean me getting on his damn motorcycle because that was not going to happen.
Trying to walk normal was a bit of a challenge, as it had been a very long time—or hell, ever—since I had been fucked so good I couldn’t walk right. But… the ache between my legs was a good one.
“What are you smiling about?”
I looked up to see Aunt Nora standing next to the desk where I sat filling out reports on the tablet. She held a Styrofoam cup of something steaming in her hand.
“Was I smiling?” I asked.
“You still are,” she replied over the rim of her cup.
I shrugged one shoulder as I looked down at my notes on the electronic tablet. “It’s nothing.”
“The heck it is. Now spill.” She pulled out a chair on the other side of the desk and sat. The clinic was slow at the moment, much to my dismay.
I ignored her and continued inputting notes, using the downtime to get caught up. The more I ignored her, the more intense the air became. Finally, I looked up and said, “What do you want?”
“Hey… don’t talk to me like that. I told you to spill. Now spill, or I’mma snatch that tablet out from your skinny-ass fingers and hold it hostage.”
My eyes widened. Aunt Nora was usually pretty mellow and low-key. I’d never seen her quite this feisty, except when we were kids and needed punishing.
“What do you want me to spill? I told you, it’s nothing.”
“Child, you do not smile like that. Like, ever. What’s gotten you so happy?” She lifted the cup to her lips and took another cautious sip, watching me intently.
I sighed, setting the tablet down. “Fine. I started seeing someone.”
Her blue eyes widened. “Emory Marie. I can’t believe you’ve kept this from me!”
“I’m not keeping anything from you!” I retorted. “We just started seeing each other a few days ago. It’s nothing serious yet. But I do really like him.”
She smiled and set the cup on the desk. Then she folded her slender fingers together on it. “Tell me about him.”
I bit the side of my bottom lip, debating on telling her who it was. I didn’t think she’d approve—although I wasn’t sure she knew about his past. Deciding she was going to find out eventually, I admitted, “It’s Holden Craig.”
A sharp gasp escaped her lips and her eyes went wide. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” I shook my head. “I knew you’d have that reaction.”
She tried to look relaxed, cool. “What reaction? I like Holden. He’s a good electrician.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not dating him for his electrician skills.”
She waggled her eyebrows at me. “Oh, I’m sure he’s got plenty of other skills. He sure seems like he would.”
It was my turn to gasp. “Aunt Nora. You hussy!”
She laughed. “I wish. It’s been way too long since I had any.” She sighed wistfully and stared out the front window of the clinic. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t appreciate how fine that boy was. But not really my type and obviously way too young. I just didn’t think he was your type either.”
I leaned back in the chair and folded my hands on my belly. “And what type do I like, exactly?”
She shrugged one shoulder and said, “I thought you’d end up with some hot doctor. White picket fence and all that.”
I shook my head. “What, like Brandy? That’s more her type. Not mine.”
“My daughter lost her daddy young. She deserves the white picket fence.” She sounded a little defensive.
“I never said she didn’t. And I’m excited for her getting married later this year, I really am. Richard is more her type than mine, though.”
She nodded. “Yes, he’s perfect for her. I hope Nathan finds a sweet girl, too.”
I bit back a smile. My cousin Nathan would never find a sweet girl. In fact, I was surprised he hadn’t been in trouble with the law himself. He lived life in the fast lane, never had trouble getting girls, and was not slowing down anytime soon. Of course, I would never say any of this to my aunt. She had no idea his life was full of sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll.
“Me too,” I replied, standing up when I heard the front door’s bell chime, indicating a patient. “Time to get to work.”
I knew she wanted to ask me more about Holden, and was grateful for the distraction of a patient, as I wasn’t ready to really talk about my feelings toward him yet. Especially since I had no
