When it was Cyrus’ turn, he gingerly wrapped his arms around me and I squeezed him tight in response.
“Thanks,” he grated out before adding, “Mom.”
“Aww,” I squealed as I pulled away.
It felt like a major victory. We were a family, and Cyrus was a part of it.
I watched them leave, then pulled out my phone to check for any messages from Alistair while I waited for the check.
I’d told him my plans for the day, and he’d texted me to check-in.
Alistair: How is brunch going, pretty lady?
I could picture his face, that lopsided smile beaming just like it did each time he called me that.
Me: I just said goodbye to the boys. Waiting for the check now.
Alistair: When will you be home?
Me: In about 10 minutes. Why?
Alistair: I was just thinking about you and how badly I want to kiss every inch of your body. How good I want to make you feel.
A photo came through. A photo of the very impressive swell of Alistair’s cock straining against his underwear.
Well that was unexpected.
Hot, but unexpected.
I bit my lip and glanced around the restaurant, paranoid that people would know exactly what I was up to. In reality, no one was paying attention.
Me: I’ll videochat you as soon as I get home.
A video came through next, one of Alistair massaging his cock through the thin material. A wet spot had already formed right where the tip of his cock was.
Alistair: Can’t wait.
“Sorry for the wait, Ma’am,” the waitress said, and I jumped, fumbling my phone screen-down in my lap.
“Oh, it’s fine,” I rushed out with a wave of my hand.
Without looking at the check, I handed her my debit card. I didn’t care what it cost. I just wanted to get out of there and call Alistair.
She flashed me a strained smile. “I’ll be right back with this…”
* * *
I sped home,completely disregarding the twenty-five miles-per-hour speed limit signs posted along Briar Glenn’s residential streets.
Freaking Alistair Reid. Sending me dirty messages like that.
I hadn’t been this horny in years.
Rushing through the door, I gave Remi a little pat and dashed up the stairs—nearly tripping over my feet on the way to my bedroom.
I dropped my coat and purse on the floor in a heap, then climbed into bed with my phone in hand.
How was this going to work?
