But Merry was different. She actually adored him just for who he was, which was a feat in itself sometimes.
When I finally got home that night, the feelings of anger and frustration were creeping back. I couldn’t get Kelly out of my mind, wondering what she was doing and if she was still out. A shower didn’t calm me down. If anything, it only made me think about her more. I wished she was in there with me so I could watch the water pour down over her body and soap her up. Getting out of the shower, I crashed into bed and tried to will myself to sleep.
It didn’t work. Half an hour later, I was still tossing around filled with tension. I knew I shouldn’t, and there was still so much anger in me, but I couldn’t get my mind to stop spinning, so I reached under the covers and wrapped my hand around my cock. It was hard from thinking about her, and I let my memories of our night together fuel me to stroke until I finally exploded. The climax took away the tension, and I was finally able to relax.
16 Kelly
I poured my second cup of coffee into my mouth with one hand while I used the other to help Willa eat a bowl of fruit and oatmeal. Usually my mornings were more leisurely because I forced myself to get up with plenty of time so I could feel put together on my way to work. But that was when she slept through my getting-ready routine. This morning, for some reason, her eyes popped open when I peeked into her room like I did every other day. I tried to soothe her, to quiet her down and get her to go back to sleep, but my baby was wide-awake and wanted to get up and start her day with me.
Negotiating getting myself ready for work and taking care of my two-year-old really shouldn’t have been that much of a challenge. After all, before we’d moved here, Willa and I got up together just about every day. We always started our days together and it never seemed like a big deal balancing getting her dressed and feeding her breakfast with getting myself dressed and presentable for the day. Yet somehow that morning I couldn’t get it together. I loved seeing my little girl first thing in the morning, and nothing was better than the sloppy baby kiss she pressed to my mouth when I scooped her up out of her bed and hugged her close. But not following my routine had completely thrown me off.
At least, that’s what I was going to tell myself had thrown me off that morning. I didn’t want to admit it was still thinking about Darren or the fact that it was my first race day with the company.
I spooned up another bite of oatmeal for Willa and fed it to her. She reached for the spoon, apparently finally interested in feeding herself. I finished the coffee and contemplated having another. My heart was already racing, and my brain wasn’t all the way there, so I decided against it. Instead, I tried for what was probably the fifth time that morning to eat the two pieces of toast I’d buttered. I kept taking a bite, then getting distracted by something and abandoning the toast on the plate on the counter. It was cold by the time I stood and concentrated on getting both slices down.
Out in the front of the apartment I heard the door open and knew it was Pam. I stepped out of the kitchen so I could look down the hallway into the living room. She smiled brightly at me and waved. I noticed she was carrying a large bag under one arm, and she dropped it onto the couch before coming to the kitchen.
“Look who’s awake bright and early this morning,” she said cheerfully when she saw Willa in her highchair.
“She’s had breakfast. I would guess she’s going to get tired and will need her nap earlier today,” I said.
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Pam told me.
I let out a sigh. “I know you will. I’m sorry. My brain is just all over the place this morning.”
“That’s all right. It’s a big day for you. The first race! That’s really exciting.”
“It is,” I agreed. “It should be fun. I just hope it goes well.”
“Of course it will. They’re going to be blown away by their performance, and it’s all thanks to you,” she said.
“I don’t know about that. His riding skills are probably important, too.”
Pam shrugged and made a dismissive sound. “He’s basically just a jockey. All he does is sit. It’s all about the bike.”
I laughed. “Been following motorcycle racing?”
“I’ve picked up a few things. After talking to you about your career, I got interested. And I found out that race days are hard and long, so I wanted to make sure you are ready. I packed you some food. It’s in that bag on the couch. There’s Italian pasta salad, some good crusty bread, apples and peanut butter, crackers and pesto, a couple of brownies. Stuff like that. Don’t forget to eat while you make sure those bikes are running hot.” I laughed again, and Pam smiled.
