The sex is amazing, but this idle relaxation, where we both drift asleep in a tangle of limbs…
I shouldn’t savor it as much as I do.
Chapter 25
Sawyer
In my whole twoweekends of experience, I’ve already decided I dislike condoms.
They’re messy and a pain in the ass.
But worth the hassle to get to bury myself in her tight little pussy as often as I want.
Huh. Hardly. Fridays and Saturdays.
That’s it. That’s the rule.
Except lying here with her cuddled against my chest, feeling her even breathing as she sleeps, I don’t want it to be only two days at a time.
I just have no idea how to change her mind.
And there’s moments later in the day, as we’re hustling around each other in the kitchen, I want to be able to just grab her and kiss her.
Knowing I only get her for these brief interludes makes it bittersweet.
I really shouldn’t bitch. I have a hot older woman who wants tons of sex.
Any guy in my position would be jealous as shit of me.
Until Sunday morning hits.
“Are you sure I can’t take you out for lunch or something?” I almost feel guilty asking the questions, like I’m crossing some sort of invisible line.
“I appreciate the offer.” Her mouth droops in the corner in a partial frown. “But I have plans this afternoon. Then tomorrow is just shopping to restock, nothing exciting.” Her fingers trail through my hair before she presses her lips to my forehead. “It’ll make Friday all the better.”
A flair of jealousy rushes through me.
“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” I choke out, digging for my underwear from the floor.
“Of course not. I just don’t want—” She waves her hand with a sigh. “—feelingsto get in the way of us enjoying ourselves.”
My nose wrinkles at her dismissal. For some reason she has no problem screaming my name ten times in a night, but can’t admit she might even like me?
When all I want to do is worship her.
The whole drive home, all I can dwell on is how much I wish I was still there with her.
“Hi, honey. What’s the matter?” Grandma blinks at me through the thick lenses of her glasses from the couch.
Ben nuzzles her wrinkled neck in his sleep, making her pat his diapered butt gently.
“Nothing.” I slump next to her on the cushions and let out a long yawn.
Grandma reaches out and her palm bounces off my knee in the same soft touch she just soothed my baby brother. “I think I know. Girl problems?”
I’m really not sure if she’s being serious or teasing. But I sit back, letting my head fall to stare at the ceiling. “How did you know Grandpa was the one?”
Her low laugh tells me there’s a story there. “He wanted nothing to do with me.” She tips her head to look over the rims of her glasses. “He was quite handsome and fancied himself a playboy.” Her amber eyes roll with a bemused smirk. “So I used a little reverse psychology and ignored him. Drove him wild.”
