My body sags as soon as the orgasm fades.
Holy fuck.
Glancing up, I meet Gentry’s gaze as I swipe my fingers cross my chin, gathering the mess he left there, before sucking them clean. When I groan, his eyes darken, and for a moment, neither of us moves or says anything. I’m not an idiot. I know it’s only a matter of time before his inevitable internal freakout comes.
So for now, I enjoy this moment, because I know it won’t last.
Eighteen
Gentry
“Nothing good comes from staying out late.”
It’s something my father drilled into my head from a young age, and something his father drilled into him. I didn’t get it when I was younger, especially when I was a teenager and just wanted to go out and do regular things with my friends. My curfew was always much earlier than when other kids had to be home. As I’ve gotten older, I assumed his reasoning for being so strict about that was simply to prepare me for ranch life and having to be up before the sun every morning.
But after last night, that age-old saying has a whole new meaning.
After Remington followed me outside at the bar, I should’ve gone home. I knew it at the time, and I know it right now. It was foolish of me to stay.
What was I thinking?
A knock sounds at the front door. I grumble under my breath as I pad barefoot across the hardwood floor. Flicking the deadbolt, I twist the knob and pull open the door.
“Papa!” Tucker says excitedly. “We got donuts!”
“And coffee,” Finn adds, holding up a tray with three to-go cups.
“Daddy got me hot chocolate.”
I step aside, gesturing for them to come in. “Yum, a hot chocolate? Lucky boy.”
Raising an eyebrow as he runs his gaze over me, Finn asks, “Did you just wake up?”
“Not too long ago.”
In the kitchen, Tucker sets the donuts on the counter before ripping himself off a paper towel. “Papa, do you want one? We got the ones you like.”
“It’s after eight.”Don’t remind me.“Are you feelin’ okay?” He makes a show of checking my forehead for a fever.
“I sleep in sometimes.” I shove his hand away, suddenly wishing I wasstillin bed. “And no, thank you, Grandson. I’ll have one in a little while.”
Finn balks at me. “I haveneverseen you sleep in that late.”
Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly sleep in.I don’t bother mentioning how, even though I got out of bed fifteen minutes ago, I’ve been up since about four-thirty. My mind is a mess, replaying what happened with Remington over and over andfucking overagain. It won’t stop. Images of him on his knees in front of me, how irresistible he looked peering up at me while he unbuckled my pants, and even more so when he pulled himself out and stroked for me to watch.
Dammit.
“Did you come over here just to talk shit?”
“And bring coffee and donuts.” He snorts. “Think that’s mighty kind of me, don’t you?”
I hum, reaching for one of the coffees. Caffeine is exactly what I need.
And maybe a lobotomy.
After Tucker takes his hot chocolate and donut to the dining room, Finn rests his hip against the edge of the counter, watching me with an expression I can’t place. “Last night was a good time,” he finally murmurs, eyes on me over the brim of his cup before taking a sip.
My stomach bottoms out. I don’t know what I would call last night. An extreme lapse in judgement, yes. Temporary insanity, maybe. But not agood time. It’s not like I can blame it on the booze because I barely drank anything. And I’m way too fucking old to be thinking with my dick. There’s no excuse for what happened. It was inappropriate and wrong on so many levels. I just… Fuck, I don’t know how or why I let it happen.
