“Dude,” I say and cover my eyes.
“What?” Rylee asks, peering around me. She presumably gets the same eyeful I did. “Oh.”
“Seriously guys?” I ask, still not uncovering my eyes. I can hear them moving around though, hopefully putting their clothes back on.
“You said to make ourselves invisible,” Shaw says, like that’s a good excuse for boning in our theater room. Though, that was exactly what I had in mind when I dragged Rylee down here.
“You can uncover your eyes,” Sydney says. I wait a few seconds more just to be sure before I drop my hand.
She swats at Shaw. “I told you we should have went in the bathroom.”
He’s pulling his T-shirt over his head. “They were upstairs. This was safer.”
“Clearly.” Sydney smooths out her dress and steps forward. “Hi, I’m Sydney. You must be Rylee. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Nice to meet you,” Rylee says. “Sorry we interrupted. We were going to watch a movie.”
“A movie, huh?” Shaw snickers.
Behind Rylee’s head, I flip him off. “Indie’s asleep in my room.”
“I’m bummed I didn’t get to meet her too,” Sydney says. “How old is she?”
“Twenty-two months,” Rylee says. “She’ll be two in December. Do you want to see a picture?”
“Absolutely.”
While the girls huddle together and Rylee shows Sydney pictures, Shaw steps to me.
“I assume things are going well. Or it’s going so bad that a movie is the only option where you can’t put your foot in your mouth.”
“Definitely not the latter,” I say as I watch Rylee. She lights up as Sydney fawns over a photo of Indie.
Definitely not the latter.
Chapter Seven
Rylee
When Sydney and Shaw leave us in the theater room, John runs a hand through his hair and scans the room. “Well, this place probably needs to be sanitized.”
He seems much more bothered about it than I am. How exciting. Getting naked in the theater room with your hot boyfriend, totally carefree and unworried about being caught. Silly things that I haven’t given much thought to, but that I now think I might have missed out on.
I want a taste of all the fun and spontaneity John and I might have if things were different.
I walk fully into the room and turn in a circle. “Let’s have sex in here.”
Indigo eyes widen. “You want to…” He trails off as if he’s afraid to finish that question.
“Yes.” I nod. Desperately.
He still doesn’t move so I lift my shirt over my head. Nerves make my fingers clumsy and I’m certain he can see my entire body shaking.
His fiery gaze rakes over me, heating my insides, but he’s still frozen.
I drop my shirt on the closest leather chair. “It can’t be any worse than the bathroom we had sex in last time.”
He winces and the bubble of attraction we were living in for a few seconds pops.
“Oh, come on, I was teasing,” I say and walk to him. “That night was amazing. I’m not some fragile thing now just because I had a kid.”
“I know.” His tone sounds like he’s convincing himself as much as me.
“Did I misread this? Do you not want to…” Now it’s my turn to trail off without finishing a question. Oh crap, maybe I’m reading desire for and interest in me when it’s just our daughter he wants. Which, of course, is fine, but I’d rather not be standing here in my bra if that’s the case.
“No, of course not. I’m stoked to have found you again and I want…” He motions to my naked upper body. “All that you’re working with. Seriously, wow, my memory did not do you justice,” he says, staring at my cleavage spilling out over the top of my bra. He doesn’t remember because pregnancy increased their size by a full cup that never went away.
“But–” he starts.
I clap a hand over his lips. “Does that but include anything that would make our having sex tonight illegal, dangerous, or otherwise harmful in some way?”
He shakes his head slowly. I feel his lips pull up into a smile under my palm.
“Then I don’t care. For the next thirty minutes or even an hour, however much time we have until Indie wakes up, I want to pretend I found that really awesome guy I met at a frat party and we’re having a fun and crazy night like two normal college kids.”
He leans down to take my mouth as his strong arms pick me up. John walks us toward the back row of leather chairs. Pulling his lips away from mine, he kisses my nose and then asks, “You’re sure?”
I nod.
“And you’re not going to disappear on me this time?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise as his mouth crashes back down on me.
We fall back onto the chair. John can’t really lie down because he’s so tall, until he raises the arm rest between two chairs. I spread out along both and he angles his body to cover me. He grins down at me. Placing kisses along my collarbone, he cups me over my bra. He takes his time dropping hungry kisses all over my heated skin.
One arm goes around my waist and his hand reaches up to unfasten my bra. I’m all too happy to help. I need more of his mouth and I need it immediately.
“Damn, Ry,” he murmurs against my skin. His hands stay on my boobs, but his mouth travels south, licking and nipping my stomach.
I’m lost in sensation, enjoying the way he adores my body. One of his hands finds mine and intertwines our fingers, then lifts it over my head. It’s only when I can’t touch him that I realize how much I want to. It’s been so long. Each caress, each response is magnified. Or maybe that’s just being with John.
With my free hand, I reach under his shirt. His skin is warm, muscles corded and defined. John shifts so the bulge in his jeans brushes against my sensitive pussy. Even through my jeans, the jolt of pleasure it brings makes me call out, “John.”
I drop my hand to undo his pants. With a little help, I manage to get his dick free. I stroke him as he pumps into my hand.
Abruptly, he stands. He pulls his shirt over his head and then works on removing his jeans and boxers completely, all while staring down at me with such desire that it makes my heart pound in my chest. He takes the baby monitor from his back pocket and sets it upright on the floor and then pulls a condom from his wallet and tosses it on the chair. I bite back a giggle. He’d done the exact same thing last time. Taken the condom out and then tossed it beside me on the bathroom vanity.
I’ve replayed that scene over in my head so many times. At first, I wanted to slap myself for being so impulsive. Why couldn’t I have just given him a blowjob or let him feel me up? But after Indie was born, I stopped placing blame. I’d been given a gift. The way it impacted my life didn’t always feel like one, but my daughter was the absolute light of my life.
I don’t feel any of that hesitation now. In fact, I’m basically floating as he undresses me.
His cock twitches and leaks as I roll the latex over him. For a moment it’s just us, naked, taking each other in and then it’s as if someone fired the start gun. John pulls me onto his lap and carefully I sink down on top of him.