“Shh,” he whispered. “You have to be quiet, or they’ll find us.”
She grabbed the back of his head and strained her neck, searching for his mouth. He gripped the side of her face and kissed her—deep, rough, and hot. His rough finger tracing steady circles around her clit. She moaned and bucked against him.
He cupped her mound and slid two thick fingers into her. He pumped in and out, grinding the palm of his hand against her clit.
She felt like a plasma ball. Her muscles quivered as the sparks continued to course inside her, seeking a point of discharge. She bucked against his hand when it hit, ripping through her like a cannonball. It exploded outward before collapsing in on itself and bursting outward again. She dropped her head to his shoulder and arched her back, riding the wave of bliss coursing through her.
Slowly, she became aware of the world around her. Laughter in the distance. His hand gently caressing her through her underwear while he rubbed his lips back and forth on her neck.
“You good?” he asked.
“Define good.” Because good didn’t even begin to describe it.
She felt his smile against her neck. “Can you stand on your own?”
“I have legs?”
His deep chuckle vibrated against her skin. “Yeah. You have legs. Think you can use them?”
“I can try.” She blinked her eyes several times and lowered her arms while he zipped and buttoned her jeans.
She bit her lip and shyly turned to face him, unease worming its way through her. “I feel guilty.”
He tilted her chin up to look at him. “Because Will’s hiding? Angie’s with him.”
“Yes, but also because I always seem to…you know. And you don’t.”
He grinned. “Oh, I do. As soon as I get home while I replay you coming on my hand.”
“Oh.” Now she had the image of him sliding his hand up and down his length while he thought of her. And her cheeks were on fire.
He chuckled and lowered his mouth to hers, languidly tangling their tongues together.
She jumped when a throat cleared close to them.
They looked toward the doorway. Jeremy stood there, looking up at the ceiling with a wide grin. “You’re it.”
“I don’t wanna go, Mama. I wanna play again.” Will sat abruptly and kicked his feet back and forth, tears streaming down his face as he cried to stay and play more hide-and-seek.
Abby set her hands on her hips and stared down at her son. He was beyond tired and would fall asleep as soon as they reached the car. Which would make it difficult to get him to sleep that night. They should have left an hour ago, but selfishly she’d been having fun. And not just with Tinker. All his friends had welcomed them with open arms.
“I know, Bubs, but it’s time to go. Mr. Tinker and his friends need to lock up so they can go home.” She bent and scooped up her son, hugging his upper body and legs so he couldn’t squirm out of her grasp and hurt himself or both.
He screamed and kicked his lower legs back and forth. Abby pressed her lips together.
“Abby, we can?—”
She pressed her lips together and shook her head at Paige.
“Okay.”
“Sierra, can you help Olivia get their stuff together?” Graham asked his daughter.
“Sure, Dad.” Sierra and Olivia jogged off toward the tower where Abby had left their things.
“I’ll walk you out,” Tinker said. “Do you want me to take him?”
She shook her head. “It’s okay. He’s difficult when he gets like this. He wouldn’t go with you anyway.”
