Chapter Nine
Mitch heard the doorbell ring and frowned. He glanced at the time. Who the hell could be visiting at seven on a Wednesday night? The sky had gone pitch black, the twinkle of stars and a half moon giving bits of light in an otherwise unforgiving darkness.
The weather remained clear and crisp, and it made swimming under the stars a luxury. Since making use of the pool the past weekend, he’d gone swimming or sat in the hot tub each night since.
It made dealing with sleep easier, because hell if he could close his eyes in that bed without remembering the ecstasy—hell yes,ecstasy—of coming inside Becca Bragg. The same woman who had professed to not liking him, then screwing his brains out and ending with a mild thanks.
He couldn’t believe she hadn’t contacted him since. Nothing. Not a word, a text, not even a message from her kid. As if she’d had her way with him and left him on the end of awham, bam, thank you, man.
He wished he didn’t feel so hurt over the fact. What kind of pussy minded when a hot woman banged him into an orgasm?
Still, he was giving her until Friday. Then he planned to march himself to her side and have a conversation long overdue. Like, when would she consent to letting him have her again?
He fished himself out of the pool, quickly dried himself as best as he was able, then threw a robe on. Best not to open the door stark naked. He grinned at the thought. Between the inevitable shrinkage, making his manly parts less than they should be, and the uncomfortable cold, walking around the house without clothes on in November wasn’t something he wanted to do. Not unless he had Becca around to warm him up.
He swore as he stalked to the door. It had to be Deacon, the only person he could think might approach. Unless… He slowed down. What if Linda Madison or one of the other pushy moms had his address?
The doorbell rang again. He tightened the sash on his robe and told himself to man up and deal with his visitor.
A glance through one of the sidelights had him taking a second look. He opened the door. “Becca?”
She blinked at him. “Um, hi.”
The stood in silence, each staring at the other. The breeze wafted past his cold feet and up his legs. “Come in.”
He closed and locked the door after her, not sure he wasn’t still fantasizing. “Becca?”
“Sorry. I probably should have called.” She bit her lip.
He wanted to kiss the sting all better. Instead, Mitch cleared his throat. “Want something to drink?”
“No. Well, maybe.”
“Here, give me your jacket.” He took it from her and hung it in a closet too big for just one man.
Not liking his sudden sense of loneliness, Mitch turned and walked to the kitchen to gather his thoughts. “How about something warm?”
“Do you have hot chocolate?”
“That I have.” He put a kettle on the stove to heat, then stared at her, the kitchen island between them. “To what do I owe the honor?”
She looked adorably sweet. Beautiful, sexy, and flustered as she watched him. “Are you okay?”
He frowned. “Should I not be?”
“Well, I heard you’ve been missing practices and kind of down. And I wondered… If maybe…” She audibly swallowed. “Did I do something to make you feel bad?”
Flummoxed, Mitch could only stare. What the hell was she talking about? He hadn’t missed any practices, and she’d done nothing but send his hormones racing any time she so much as breathed.
“I’m good. Was just swimming, actually.” He took note of something else. “Where’s Simon?”
“He’s sleeping over at a friend’s house. They have a test tomorrow, and he’s studying.”
“Ah.” She had no reason to rush home. He smiled.
She gave a hesitant smile back. “You’re okay then? I think your brother was worried about you.”
Deacon, you sorry bastard. I owe you one.“Well, I have been feeling a little neglected. See, this hot chick came over to my house the past weekend, stripped naked, nearly made me come from staring at her, then used me for a good minute or two. I came so hard so fast I can’t remember.”
