Apparently I wouldn’t need to kill him because she was going to get the job done with guilt first. Her Southern drawl was delightful and she looked exactly like I would’ve pictured, a beautiful woman with white blonde hair piled atop her head, she was regal in her anger.
He tried defending himself first. “It’s not likeItold your hairdresser…”
“I had to call your brothers to see if it was true and they didn’t know either.”
He glanced over at me and I mouthed, “Brothers?” and wiggled my eyebrows suggestively at him.
He raised an eyebrow of his own as though saying,You’ve asked for it. Too late I realized what he was going to do.
“I’m sorry you found out that way. It’s true, though. Do you want to meet her?”
Death would be far too merciful.
“Of course I wanna meet her. Is she there?”
“Yeah, hang on. Let me just get her.”
Motherfucker. I needed clothes! I jumped from the bed and considered hiding, but spotted his black tee shirt on the floor and pulled it on, tucking my hair behind my ears and swiping under my eyes to check for smudged eyeliner.
He held up his fingers and counted down like we were going on air before turning the phone to face me. I waved like an idiot.
“Mom, this is Elena. Elena, this is my mom.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Elena. And I do have a name besides Mom. I’m Linda.”
I could immediately tell this was not a woman you crossed, but she was so delicately beautiful that many people probably discounted her.
“Is my eldest mindin’ his manners?” The affection she felt for Alex was clear in her voice.
“For the most part…I try to keep him in line.”
“Hey! I have been a perfect gentlem—”
“See that you do. I worked too hard raising him right to have thatcelebritygarbage go to his head.”
I nodded in amused agreement, looking at Alex significantly.
He turned the phone back around. “Okay, Mom, now you’ve got your answer and you’ve met her. We have to go!”
“Will she be at the house later?”
He grinned that filthy grin. “I’ll see what I can do. Love you. Bye!”
He looked at me appraisingly, sweeping his eyes down to where his shirt ended and my thighs began.
“Stop looking at me like that after you just sprung your mother on me. Not cool, Mr. Chase.”
“Make me.” He prowled across the bed, his intentions clear.
I sprinted from the bedroom, giggling hysterically as he ran naked to chase me around the living room. It seemed he didn’t only pull the juvenile side of me out when it came to fighting with him. He released that childish joy in me too.
There was nothing childish about the way he bent me over the arm of the couch when he finally caught me. The laughter died in my throat, quickly turning to a gasp when he pulled the shirt up and pushed my legs apart. He was naked and hard. I was wet and ready. It would’ve been so easy to break my rule, but I kept reminding myself why I wouldn’t. True intimacy didn’t have an expiration date. And it wasn’t transactional. I wanted to keep some part of sex that I didn’t share with just anyone I lusted after.
He shoved two fingers inside of me and stroked the apex of my cleft with his other hand.
“Hell yes.” I breathed, arching into his touch greedily.
I reached back to grasp him, but he pushed me away, so I gripped the couch instead, burying my face as he worked a third finger inside me, spreading me wider while he rubbed faster. The pleasure mounted, driving away my ability to think about anything but where he was touching me.
