“Good. I only stayed for two drinks. Liked the band, though, hopefully Nate gets them to come back,” I say as I push my empty plate to the middle.
“Random guys left you two alone?” Lucas gives me an equally entertained and concerned look.
Jess pipes in. “This one was sending off market vibes.” She points to me with her thumb.
“Oh, good to hear,” Lucas replies.
I feel a tug on my shirt again and look down with a smile.
“Romeo wants French toast. Can he have some?” Theo asks.
I ruffle Theo’s hair. “He can have one piece.” I hold up a finger to indicate one. As soon as I finish the sentence, Theo goes to his plate to grab a piece of toast and returns to Romeo.
I shake my head in enjoyment and look up to notice a warm smile on Lucas’s face.
“Hey, Theo. I heard you have a spaceship room,” Jess tries to grab the boy’s attention.
“Yeah, uh-huh. It has stars on the wall. I hope I have it at my other house,” Theo speaks.
Lucas rubs his son’s hair. “What do you mean, Theo?” he casually asks.
“My other house. When you move back then I won’t need two rooms,” Theo mentions, and the adults at the table all look at each other instantly.
Lucas sighs. “We talked about this, buddy. You’re going to have two homes now,” he reminds him.
“Oh… will you have a dog?” Theo asks somberly.
Lucas looks relieved that Theo seems to be resilient and moves on to more important topics. “Maybe one day. What kind of dog do you want?”
Theo points to Romeo who cocks his head up then falls back down.
Lucas grins to himself. “Maybe. Maybe.” His eyes peer up to catch my gaze, and even I know we are sharing a moment of understanding.
In that moment too, I know that my desire for my own child still hasn’t kindled, but little Theo is warming my heart next to a spot where his father already started a flame.
16
LUCAS
“Yes,” Abby moans into my ear as she straddles me in the backseat of my car.
There is steam on the windows of my parked car and we are in the middle of nowhere. I wanted us to look at the stars tonight, and we did. But we decided my backseat with some mood music playing would be a better idea. Now her shirt is a rustle of opened buttons and she has her hands on my shoulders to support her as she rides me up and down.
This was a great idea.
The last few weeks since I moved to my new house have been a flurry of conversations, dinners, and sex. I couldn’t even say when the conversations ended and the sex began, everything is a blur. A wonderful haze.
She tightens around my cock as she gasps, “I’m almost there.”
“Good girl,” I pant as my hands grip her ribs to help guide her pace and to take me with her.
I may go delirious and my face finds the valley between her breasts to kiss. I’m a man nearly unhinged as my body doesn’t respond to thought anymore, only moves to what it wants.
“Lucas I’m ohhhhhh,” she trails off into my own yes and oh as I come. Her head nuzzling into the crook of my neck as I kiss her hair.
“Fuck, Abs, we are getting good at this. Really good at this,” I mention softly. She answers with a drowsy laugh.
She drags herself off me and pulls up her jeans before falling into the seat next to me.
