After several moments, she sagged against the counter, but I held on to her, making sure she stayed safe. Mostly because I liked the feel of her in my arms. What would it be like to wake up to her? To roll over and snuggle against her back? To go to sleep with her?
Her breathing had slowed and she was steadier on her feet. I withdrew my hand, first from her and then from the snug warmth of her clothing. I let go of her braid and placed one more kiss at the crook of her neck. She tilted her face to peer at me. Holding her languid gaze, I put the finger that had been inside of her into my mouth and licked the salty, sweet taste of her off.
Her eyes flared and a blush blazed along her cheeks. “Jesus, Teller.”
“Mm. Can’t wait to have what you’re cooking.” I adjusted my painful erection with an exaggerated movement and forced myself to back away from her.
She dropped her gaze to my fly. “I can help with that.”
“Over and over and over.”
The blush didn’t leave the crests of her cheeks. “You’re really serious about that?”
“I’m serious about your pleasure. I’m going to show you that if a guy wanted to, he would.”
Her lips parted, and I escaped to the quiet calm of my downstairs bathroom. If I went back out there before I calmed my raging desire down, I’d haul her upstairs like a goddamn caveman. I’d sling her over my shoulder and march away to claim what was mine. I probably wouldn’t even make it to the stairs if she was as eager as me.
I splashed water on my face and glared at the droplets dripping off me in the mirror. Dots of water glistened on my beard. I hadn’t looked much different last night. Haggard expression. Fevered gaze. Lust stamped into every line and crinkle.
I wouldn’t do anything differently. I’d gladly weather a painful erection to hear her scream my name a thousand times. The only doubt I had was how soon I could do it again.
Madison
I walked into work, my body still humming, thanks to Teller. I had continued to stay at his place all week, but I was driving my own pickup. He’d shown up an hour before my shift and... Well, I wouldn’t look at the pool tables the same again.
Now I had a full shift ahead of me while he was working on replacing the flooring in the bathroom before installing the new toilets we’d bought earlier in the week.
I was fifteen minutes early like I’d planned, but I slowed my steps as I walked through the nursing home side to the more independent wing Mom was in. I hadn’t seen Mom in a couple of weeks.
I slowed to a stop in front of her room. The door was slightly ajar and the TV inside was blaring. She could hear just fine, she just hated the reminder of where she was. She’d lashed out at me the last time I was here, but I had to check on her. She had no one else.
I knocked lightly and pushed the door open. “Hey, Mom. How are you?”
She grunted and slid her gaze back to the TV. “The house sold yet?”
I’m fine, thanks. “It’s pending.” Teller’s words played through my head. I really should ask Sal more questions. I had no idea what, and I didn’t want to drag Teller with me like I was a woman who couldn’t do anything without a man. I’d look like a woman who couldn’t do anything without a Bailey.
Mom gave me another grunt. “How’s Scott’s bar?”
I bristled and brushed it right off. It’d never be my place, and since I was resurrecting the place as Flatlanders Prohibited, then it would always be tied to Scott. I didn’t mind. I missed him. “It’s coming along.”
The brick was fully exposed and Teller and I had spent the last few days cleaning it.
“You seen Logan lately?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I messaged Wendi, but she hasn’t gotten back to me. You know how she is.”
“We can ask your ex how she is.”
The sting from her words was fainter than normal. I’d been left for another woman, but thanks to Teller, I’d also been treated with respect, listened to, and then there were the orgasms. Hard to feel awful about getting betrayed after experiencing everything my marriage had been missing.
“I’ll try again tomorrow,” I said. “I’m sure she’s just busy.”
“That girl always thought she was too good for us.”
“Agreed.”
Mom turned her sharp gaze to me. Tension built behind my ribs and spread outward. “What about that Bailey kid? I’ve heard things.”
