“Yes.”
“Good.” I could picture her rubbing her baby belly, a disgruntled look on her face. I wasn’t giving her more info, but I also heard the worry in her voice. “You deserve to be treated right. If it can’t be toe-curling sex, then Connect 4 is a good runner-up.”
“I don’t know what kind of Connect 4 you’re playing.”
“The kind that usually ends in toe-curling sex.”
I laughed. “I won’t ask about Monopoly.”
“Don’t.” She let out a frustrated sound. “Myles is the most ruthless board game player, and he’s the worst when it comes to Monopoly. He buys everything up and takes all my money. I threw the game away.”
“You did not, because you think it’s hot.”
“It really is. I made him wear a suit last time weplayed. If this storm doesn’t let up soon, I’m going to get pregnant again before I have this baby.”
My laughter was genuine, but the thread of envy constricting my lungs and heart was too. Wynter was living my dream. A doting husband who was a really good guy. A baby on the way. Unafraid to talk about what things were like between them. Hot and passionate, but also moody and worried.
Whenever I witnessed her and Myles together, I realized how watered down my relationships had been. How superficial. When Boyd had proposed and wanted to fast-track the wedding, I’d gone along with it, thinking we’d get there, like all the red flags would morph into a red carpet that would make my love life real and easy.
“Oh.” There was rustling on the other end. “Mama’s calling. If I don’t answer, she’s going to make Lane and Cruz plow a path to town.”
“She’ll call Myles first.” I hoped. Little else got Mama more excited than grandkids.
“After she mobilizes his brothers. I’ll talk to you later.”
When we hung up, I continued stroking Jonah’s hair. He hadn’t moved and his breathing was even, but he wasn’t asleep.
“What should I tell them?”
He rolled to his side, putting some distance between us and crossing his bare arms over his chest. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, Wynter said she got through Myles’s shell by giving him a blow job. Do I tell her that a hand job works just as well?”
He blinked, then half snorted, half coughed. “I’dprefer you didn’t.” He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to say anything.”
He was a private man. Was that his motivation? Or had he spent the time I was on the phone second-guessing what we’d done? “What is this?” I asked softly. “I don’t want to get my hopes up if you’re wondering how quickly you can get me out of your house.”
Sleepiness was gone from his eyes and a scowl was in its place. “You want to tell your family we’re messing around?”
Hurt echoed through my chest. “Is that all we’re doing? Messing around?”
His brow furrowed deeper. “Summer, you stormed into my life more powerfully than the blizzard outside and I’m having a hard time keeping up. I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about you and Eli in regard to everything I did to you last night.”
Tingles spread through my body. Jonah Dunn was a virile man. He was all tightly bound sexual energy, and when someone loosened the ties, he was captivating—and he’d held me captive orgasm after orgasm. I hadn’t been this stiff since my high school sports days.
“I liked what you did to me last night.”
“And this morning.” When my mouth tipped up, he put a hand on my thigh. “I’d like to keep this to ourselves before others get involved. They’re going to talk, and while it might not reach me, it’ll find you.”
“I don’t care.”
His steady, dark gaze held mine.
“Jonah, I don’t care.”
“You will though.”
“How can you be so sure?”
