Not one nervous glance at my leg.
Not one second of hesitation.
It was as if I asked whether we could listen to music while having sex. Cage didn’t see my disability. He found every version of me sexy. I found my heart hurting from the fear that someday he would look at me and think “Holy, shit! You’remissing part of your leg.”
With equal flair, I tossed my leg over the back of the couch and straddled his waist in just my black bra and panties.
“I think we can be honest with each other, Monaghan, so I’m going to let you in on a little female secret.”
He tore his eyes from my breasts and met my gaze.
“By the end of a woman’s cycle orperiodas you don’t like to call it…” he rolled his eyes “…we are horny, as in, there is probably a twenty-four to forty-eight hour gap where you could fuck a woman senseless and she’d still beg for more.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed, swallowing that little nugget of information. “Shit! I brought you to my mom’s house during your fuck-me-senseless time.”
I shrugged, reaching behind me and unfastening my bra which got tossed over the couch as well. “Rookie mistake, Monaghan. Now… the real question is…” I wet my lips while unfastening his jeans “…what part of my body is going to give you your first orgasm tonight?”
“Jesus, Lake…” His breath caught just as I finished pulling down his zipper.
“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
My ears bled from the shrill screams. Trzy was in Minneapolis, so it wasn’t her causing the commotion.
“Mom! Dad!” Two little girls’ voices screamed in unison.
I dove for the blanket at the other end of the sectional and wrapped it around me. Of course the one blanket available was a cream, loose-knit afghan with quarter-sized holes in the pattern. Cage had his jeans fastened again before two kids and two adults reached the bottom of the stairs.
“It’s a leg! It’s a leg!” Hayden buried her head in Brooke’sshirt while Isa covered her mouth, wide eyes staring at my leg on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. Next. To. My. Bra.
“Sshh… it’s not a real leg. Come on girls.” Brooke grimaced at Cage and then at me before ushering the girls back upstairs.
A tall, wiry man with metal-framed glasses and an unfortunate case of male-pattern baldness, assessed the situation with his jaw slack—clearly dumbfounded.
“Rob!” Cage held out his hand.
After a few more awkward seconds, Rob shook Cage’s hand. Lovely. The two men greeted each other separated only by my prosthetic limb and black lace bra. I remained balled up in the corner of the couch, wrapped in the most pathetic excuse for a blanket ever.
“Cage, uh…” Rob gave me a quick glance before focusing his attention back on Cage “…good to see you.”
“Rob, this is Lake Jones. Lake, this is my mom’s husband, Rob.”
“Hi.” I wiggled my index finger that poked through one of the large holes. A one-finger wave, beyond embarrassing.
“Nice … uh … to meet you.”
Biting my lips together, I nodded.
Please let me die.
“I… just…” Rob pointed to the bathroom next to Cage’s bedroom. “My shaving kit is down here. I’m just going to grab it and we’ll chat more in the morning.”
“Sure thing.” Cage smiled.
Me? Not smiling. Really, I was wondering what Rob had to shave. He was basically bald and I didn’t notice any facial hair. Then it hit me—balls. Brooke probably made him manscape. I liked thinking that he needed to get his shaving kit to shave hisballs. I liked thinking about anything that made someone else the white elephant in the room. It was a long shot, at best, but I’d take it.
“Got it. Make yourselves at home, er…” Rob made a final glance at my leg and bra “…you know, whatever. Good night.” He held up a hand.
