When his hat started to go, I pulled it off his head and lifted it to mine.
The picture under the brim of the hat caught my eye.
It was us, six years ago, at one of my soccer games.
At the time, I’d thought that he’d come with my sister. Now, I knew that he’d come alone and had found my sister there and sat with her. He’d intended to leave before he was seen, but Eddy wouldn’t let him.
Eddy had taken the photo of the two of us, and I’d been so deliriously happy to see him there that I’d smiled so wide my face hurt.
I placed the hat on my head and caught his gaze.
“Jesus Christ,” he said. “Wish I could have a picture of this moment to tuck underneath the brim, too.”
A thought occurred to me.
One that included boudoir shots of this hat and nothing else, maybe my big baby belly poking out from between my hair.
That hat covering any vital pieces.
He thrust upward and the hat covered my eyes.
He chuckled and kept the movement, and I reached up and caught the hat with one hand while fake lifting my other hand high. “I think I can last more than eight seconds.”
He groaned. “I can’t.”
He was wrong.
He lasted a full two minutes.
And he only lasted that long because he always wanted to drag at least two orgasms out of me.
Long minutes later, I rested my head against his chest, listening to the furious pace of his heart.
His large hand traveled up and down the length of my back, his calluses scraping against the sensitive skin.
“We should probably go back out there.”
He sighed. “I guess.”
I had made a mess of the front of his jeans.
He didn’t care. He only zipped his pants up after cleaning himself up and helped me into my leggings and sweatshirt.
We’d just made it outside again, him following directly behind me, when there was a loud pop.
Plaster dust sprayed next to our bodies, and before I could make sense of what had just happened, I was thrown onto the ground and covered with a muscular body.
Screams and yells, a commotion somewhere past the door, and then, “You can get up now. She’s detained.”
She?
Boone got me to my feet, but kept his body between mine and the door.
My brother-in-law had been the one to tell us we could get up, and he was standing next to us like a silent sentry.
Eddy was behind him as well, partially covered by a pillar as she looked beyond to where Black and Gentry had…
“Oh, shit,” I said as soon as I saw Felicia spitting mad.
