“I need words.”
“Okay, I’ll listen to you about my safety in this sex stuff.”
He smirked at her wording, and nodded once. He took the plug to the bathroom, and left it in the sink to be cleaned later, then returned to her. He shook his head when he saw her naked form lying out on the bed. “You are one fucking beautiful woman.”
“Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.” She studied him and held out one arm. “Are you going to join me?”
“Absolutely, remind me to teach you about topping from the bottom later. However, I want to be inside you.” He removed his last remaining article of clothing, and walked on his knees to the position between her legs. He quickly donned the condom, and settled between her legs.
“Now, if you tell me to stop, because I suck as a lover, then I will stop immediately.” He didn’t get a chance to say anything else, because she reached up, pulled his head down, and kissed him hard. As she did, he gripped his cock, and ran the head of it through her juices, and sighed as he felt her heat. He lifted his head long enough to watch her eyes as he entered her. When she didn’t say anything, he moved slowly, then faster.
Several minutes later, they both cried out as they enjoyed their orgasms, and he fell to the side so he wouldn’t crush her when he collapsed. When they were able to gain their breath back, she reached up and placed a hand on the side of his jaw, and turned his head to the side.
“Youare nota bad lover.” She smirked at his look. “I’m not a doctor, but I believe your knee might be healed. Again, I’m not a doctor, but I would say it’s safe to go see Caleb.” She grinned at his stink-eye expression, and rolled over to curl up, but had to push him away so she could get the covers from beneath him. Instead, she gave a small cry as he rose, taking her with him, ashe took her into the bathroom, and directly into the shower. She ended up slapping his shoulder.
“Just because I’m short, it doesn’t mean you can pick me up all the time.”
“Sorry, but you’re just so adorable.” He kissed the tip of her nose, and grinned when he started massaging her breasts with his soapy hand. They didn’t play, just washed each other, and dried off as best they could before they crashed. Shay rolled over to wrap his arms around her, and they snuggled beneath the covers and were sound asleep in minutes.
CHAPTER 17
Shay placeda cup of coffee on the table before Faith the next afternoon, and bent down to kiss the top of her head. “Are you going to get that?” he asked.
“Huh? What?” She looked up from her computer with a faraway, but confused look on her face. “What did you say?”
“Your phone has been dinging for the last twenty minutes.”
“Oh, sorry.” She reached out to her phone and frowned when it made noise again. “I don’t recognize the number, it’s from Kentucky, I do know that, but I don’t recognize the actual number.”
Shay smirked at him. “I can think of maybe two people it might be. Are they leaving a voice mail?”
“No, who do you know from Kentucky?”
“Pedro, he’s due here next weekend. That’s one, but what about Margaret?”
“Who?”
“Margaret Boyle, your real estate agent, didn’t she have an open house for your house yesterday.”
“Shit,” she sat up quickly, and the next time the same number flashed across the screen, she answered it.
“Hello? You’re on speaker, and Shay is with me.” She didn’t bother finding out who it was that was calling. Shay joined her at the table.
“Hello, this is Margaret, Margaret Boyle. I’ve been trying to leave you a message, but it says your voicemail is full.”
“Sorry, I’ll clear it out once I get off the phone with you. How did yesterday work out?”
“Good, great, excellent,” Margaret laughed. “That’s why I’m calling. Remember when I asked if you wanted to do Airbnb, because of the location of your home? Well, that was what everyone said yesterday. They loved the location.”
“Okay, but what about the house? Do they love the house?”
“Are you sitting down?”
“I am, why?”
“Because the open house was from eleven in the morning until three in the afternoon. Four hours. I expected five couples to show up. I advertised, and I put out signs all over the neighborhood. I also contacted several other real estate agents that I know that might have clients looking for something like your home. They reached out to their clients to tell them about the open house.”
“Okay, but what does that mean?” Faith looked at Shay as she asked Margaret that question.
