The next weekend had been when we’d both lied to our parents and said we were staying at a friend’s house when, in fact, we snuck into his bedroom while his parents were at a fundraiser event. As far as first times go, it had been pretty damn sweet and eye opening all at once.
I squeeze his knee. “We shared a lot of experiences together. I’m glad they were with you.”
James reaches over and plants a kiss on my temple. “I’m glad mine were with you, too.”
It’s a friendly kiss, nothing more.
Yet my heart rate kicks up a notch.
I had no idea I was going to be so nostalgic seeing James again. The last time I saw him, I had been a cocky twenty-year-old. Sure I knew everything there was to know about everything. We’d gone out clubbing in New York City when our schedules had aligned and stayed up all night, ending it at a greasy diner in Brooklyn. We’d discussed our future plans and how we were never going back to Honeysuckle Harbor.
Yet, here we both are.
“What made you move back home?” I ask.
James reaches over to the shelf and retrieves two bottles of bubbles and hands me one. “This. My husband, my son. Family. We lived in Philadelphia for years and it was great. I loved the food, the people. Hated the winter. Missed the small town atmosphere.”
“Cas likes it here?” I uncap the top of the bottle and pull out the wand. I blow a bubble at Evelyn and she just stares at me. Not the bubble, just me. “This kid is a tough nut to crack.”
“She’s had a lot of changes recently. I’m sure she’ll settle in. Cas is fine here. I don’t necessarily think it’s his first choice. He’s from Amsterdam, and he’s a city boy. But he loves the water, and he loves me. We do plan to travel with Noah to the Netherlands for Christmas this year to see Cas’s family.”
“That sounds incredible. I became a Christmas village devotee after living in Germany.” I blow another bubble at Evelyn.
Nothing.
Noah is on James’s lap now, giving little chuckles. James blows a bubble at Evelyn and she lets out a happy shriek. She even attempts to reach out for it. She wobbles a little but recovers.
“Okay,” I say, delighted to see her reaction. “We’re getting somewhere. Though she does seem to prefer men. Or maybe just anyone but me. Good thing I’m not easily offended, because I feel like she’s just tolerating me.”
“How was Grayson this morning?”
“I barely saw him. He just handed off Evelyn while talking on the phone. Speaking of, I should take Evelyn back up and see if she’s hungry. I have no idea the last time he fed her a bottle.” I unfurl my legs and stand up. “I’ll text you later about when I can run a class.”
“Perfect.” James stands up with Noah as I pick up Evelyn.
He gives me a one-armed hug. “Don’t let Grayson push you around.”
“I can handle him.”
Ten minutes later, I’m back in the apartment. I leave Evelyn in the stroller because she seems content there chewing on her strawberry shaped teether as I go on a search for the formula. The can on the kitchen counter is empty. A search in the cupboard reveals nothing. Truly, nothing. Grayson has no food. The man must be living on takeout and protein drinks.
Grayson isn’t in the living room. His bedroom door is open, so I call out, “Grayson? Where is the?—
I draw up short, mouth dropping open.
Grayson is naked in the bathroom. One hundred percent mouthwateringly naked, as he leans over the sink. I have a full view of his backside, and his front in the mirror that’s hanging on the wall in front of him.
He has broad shoulders, a lean waist, strong, muscular thighs, and a very tight ass.
He also has a huge cock that he is fisting, stroking up and down with hard, urgent jerks.
Our eyes meet in the mirror.
“Oh, God,” I say, both mortified and suddenly very turned on.
He doesn’t break eye contact. He also doesn’t stop.
Is he going to…
