She grinds against me, moaning her agreement. “How doyoufeel so good? Ugh.” She rolls her hips. “Yes. Fuck.” Her head drops back against the pillow. “That was amazing.”
I thrust lazily, enjoying the pulsing of her aftershocks squeezing my dick. “It really was, wasn’t it?” I pump my hips one more time before slipping out of her and rolling to the side, pulling her with me until her head rests on my chest. “And this time, I didn’t have to spend twenty minutes getting you out of a wedding dress first. Although, I remember even that being kind of fun. Like unwrapping the best gift on Christmas morning.”
She laughs and waggles her eyebrows at me. “Well, it is after midnight now, you know.”
I nod sagely. “Yes. And here my present is, already unwrapped.” I tickle her ribs. “That must mean I get to enjoy it sooner.”
She shoves my hand away with a laugh. “Was I somewhere else just now? Because I’m pretty sure you enjoyed all this”—she gestured down the length of her body—“mere moments ago.”
“Mmmm,” I hum, pulling her closer. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to enjoy you all over again.”
She places a soft kiss on my chest, then pushes herself away and gets to her feet, her stomach growling. “While you recover, I’m going to check if there’s some of that pie left. I’m starving.”
Her ass disappears under the hem of my shirt, and she turns to give me a shy smile before leaving the bedroom. I settle back into the pillows with my arm under my head, smug satisfaction making itself at home in my grin. This feels so natural. I can’t remember the last time I felt this comfortable with a woman.
That’s a lie. You remember. It was with Phoebe. Last Christmas.
That only makes sense, since I haven’t been with anyone since then. Even before that, though, it had been a while. Annabelle had never been one for goofing around after sex, or any time for that matter. Not that we’d been together much in the months leading up the ill-fated proposal attempt. She’d been too busy traveling for work, and I’d been too busy turning Fade Toys into the kind of place anyone would be thrilled to work. We were never compatible.
I can’t believe Phoebe saw Annabelle that first night and thought she was my girlfriend.
I haven’t been able to keep Phoebe out of my head for more than a second or two since I saw her crazy red hair and messy, oversized sweatshirt that night. I could hardly be bothered to even acknowledge Annabelle’s presence when she arrived. How Phoebe could have seen me with her and thought we were anything more than acquaintances is beyond me.
But that’s nothing to worry about now. Not after what Phoebe and I just did. And what we’ll do again very soon, if I have anything to say about it.
Phoebe walks back into the room, two small plates balanced in her hands. “I brought you a piece,” she says. “Thought you might need a snack.” She passes me the plate and sits next to me on the bed.
“Thanks,” I say, grabbing the plate and picking up the fork.I could use a snack, alright,I think to myself.But this isn’t the pie I’m actually hungry for.Still, I take a bite of the peach pie and sigh escapes my mouth. God, that’s good.
“I know, right? It’s so good.” Phoebe shoves a bite into her mouth. “Good call bringing the pies for Charlie to cook. This is the first time she hasn’t set off the smoke detector while baking a dessert.” She laughs. “I had no idea she never properly followed the directions before. No wonder she set everything on fire.”
I chuckle, scraping the last of the pie into my mouth. “I hear following the directions is crucial in baking. That, and following the measurements. It’s pretty much chemistry, but with tastier results.”
She nods, licking the last of the pie filling from her fork. The sight of her tongue poking out does something to me, and all the blood in my body starts rushing to my dick.
I look down at my lap. “Well, would you look at that? Looks like that snack was exactly what I needed.” I grab her plate and place it with mine on the nightstand. “Now, what should we do with the rest of our night?”
She looks at me through her lashes. “I might have a few ideas.” She inches down the bed as she slides a hand down my chest. She teases the edge of the sheet where it covers me, and my dick bobs in anticipation.
I think I like where this is going.
“Waaaahhhh!”
There’s a shrill cry from the baby monitor, immediately followed by several loud coughs.
Phoebe’s eyes widen. “What the hell?”
Several more loud coughs have Phoebe jumping from the bed and running to Lincoln. I follow, my chest tight, stopping only to pull on my boxers before running from the room.
Phoebe is in Lincoln’s room, already cuddling him to her chest. “Shhh, shh, shh. It’s okay, Linky. Shh.” Her voice has a hint of panic when she says, “I don’t like this. He sounds weird. What should we do?”
She’s right. He does sound weird. My heart-rate ratchets up a few notches. His coughs seem louder than what should come from a baby. I don’t like it. And if Phoebe is askingmewhat we should do, then something is really wrong.
“Change him. I’ll pack a bag. I’m sure it’s nothing.” I push down my worry and keep my voice light despite my heart trying to pound its way out of my chest. “But let’s get him checked out just to be sure.”
I grab Lincoln’s diaper bag from near the door and begin throwing in everything I think we’ll need for a night away. I wasn’t lying when I said I thought everything was fine, but I wasn’t exactly telling the truth either.
Truthfully, I don’t know what’s wrong. But I do know the doctors at Westborough General Hospital are better equipped to help Lincoln than we are if it turns out to be serious, so that’s where we’re going.
