“Fuck!”
“I should be allowed to say no,” I said, misunderstanding his frustration.
He shook his head. “It’s not that, Dimples.”
I relaxed. “Oh.”
He grinned. “You called me Sunny. My dick took notice.”
I was still up against the door, my legs wrapped around him, so I looped my arms around his neck and stroked the back of his head. “Teddy calls you Sunny.”
“Not the same.”
“No one’s ever called you Sunny?”
“Nope.” He grinned. “I like it.”
I dropped my forehead to his. “I have no idea what to do with you.”
“I’ve got a few ideas.”
“I’m thirty-five years old. I’m too old to be thrown up against the wall and kissed to the point of no return,” I breathed out.
He frowned. “Who the fuck says?”
“My catechism classes for one.”
“You’re religious?”
“Not anymore, no,” I admitted. “Let me down.”
“I like you here.”
“I can’t have a conversation with you like this, though.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Who said I wanted to have a conversation?”
I cupped his cheeks and smiled. “You want into my pants, Sunny, we’re gonna need to have a couple of conversations.”
He sighed, kissing me quickly, then set me on my feet.
“What do you need to know?” he asked.
“Um, are you married? Divorced? Currently seeing someone? You might not share, but would you expect me to? I won’t, just to be clear.” His mouth twitched, but I continued before he could say something sexy that would make me kneel before him and offer myself like a virgin would to a volcano, “Why me? Is your club like the Hells Angels? What—”
“Why you?” he interrupted.
“Yes. Why me?”
He smiled. “Because you love with your whole being, you’re easy to talk to, and you’re sexy as hell, to name a few. But let’s roll back to why you’re not religious anymore.”
“My mother spent her life convinced God was going to heal Teddy. Even on her deathbed, she was praying for him. Then, when she died, Dad realized he could not deal with him alone and institutionalized him. If I hadn’t stepped in, Teddy would be in some state hospital tied to a bed permanently and drugged up, oblivious to everything around him. So, yeah, I don’t see much value in a god that would put someone in the world just to suffer. And not just Teddy, but the Teddys of the world.”
“How old’s Teddy?”
“He’s forty. My parents weren’t planning on having more kids after him. I was a surprise and Dad still hoped for another boy.”
“Is this why you don’t get teased much?”
