Yep. The rollercoaster. He looks up at me suspiciously, as though he senses my emotional overload.
“Hormones.” I shrug. “Totally normal.”
He touches the corner of my eye with his thumb and then goes back to Squirt’s bump. “Does it hurt?”
I shake my head.
He’s searching around, pressing gently. He locates another hard spot and slides his hand along it. “Spine?” He’s concentrating as he searches the lumps and bumps where I used to have flat, taut skin. And then he smiles. The biggest, cheesiest grin I’ve ever seen. Squirt’s kicking him.
“I guess we’ll have to keep working on it then… Unless you still want me to sing up your–”
“Maybe not.” I’m laughing with him now. Even I feel like that one’s a stretch… “I’ll try the headphones maybe.” And with that image for some reason I’m blushing. As though I have anything to hide…
His hand rests on my stomach still. I sense his change of mood before he speaks. “So, we’re good? You and me?” He swallows. “Us?”
“We are so good.” I rise from my chair and straddle him. “I know you have to leave. I know you have commitments.” I settle myself on his lap and dangle my arms around his neck. “I’m making it my mission to fill you up with love before you go.” I seal my vow with a kiss.
This kiss is sweet, and lingering. Forgiving. Apologizing.
“I think I can handle that.” His hands are sliding along my thighs. “Just so you let me keep working on this breech thing.”
His lips have trailed down my throat, to my collar bone. I love how his stubble scratches my skin. It stings just enough to remind me of all the differences between us. I shiver, and he nips at me.
“Ahhh, what do you want to do today?” I somehow manage to get the words out. Already I’m squirming against him. He barely touches me, and I’m burning for more.
“I thought I just told you.” One of his hands tugs at my breast. Again, a tiny bit of pain in exchange for an avalanche of pleasure. “Work on turning Squirt.”
He pulls away and watches me innocently. “Unless you have something else in mind?”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Colt
Leaving her sneaksup on me like a terminal disease. A balloon mortgage. The end of the world. At first, we’re so fucking happy I can hardly stand myself. She even played golf with me.
She played atrociously, but she played. And contrary to any other time I’ve ever played with a beginner, I enjoyed every minute.
Because I got to constantly put my hands on her. And when I helped her with her swing I could press my cock against that sweet little ass.
As each day passes, the reality of saying goodbye looms ominously closer. And like a thundercloud moving over the mountains, my mood darkens.
I’ve held up my end of our deal. Done my damnedest to get Squirt to turn.
And Charlie.
She’s just kept right on being Charlie. Not asking for anything. No demands. No games. No expectations.
I leave tomorrow. Although she’s taken a few days off, she’s working today, so I’m on my own.
Every minute we’re apart screws with my mind. Because when I’m not with her, I’m thinking about her. When I am with her, I fight the urge to say something stupid. Like “I love you. Come with me.”
“Marry me.”
Either way, I’m fucked. She’s having a baby. She loves her life here. Being on the road. Waking up in a different city every day.
It would kill her.
Not to mention she’s about to bring a new life into the world. I’d end up hating myself and worse– she’d end up hating me.
