“Fuck, Holly, you feel so good.”
I tsk. “That’s Nurse Mayberry to you.”
He groans and laughs as he starts thrusting up faster, one hand gripping my ass just this side of too hard and the other still playing with my clit. The sensations spiral through me as he pushes me down on his cock as he thrusts up, and he says, “I love the way you clench around me. Come for me, Nurse Mayberry.”
And I do, and he does too.
Afterward, he plays with my hair as we lay on the couch. We’re quiet for a moment, basking, then he says, “Hey, I’ve been meaning to thank you.”
“For the great sex?”
His laughter rumbles through us both. “I thought that went without saying.” He pauses, his fingers still stroking through my hair. “For helping us this week. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know I didn’t,” I say, bristling a little. Does this mean he didn’t want me to? Does he think I overstepped?
He turns me in his arms a little, his eyes seeking mine, and there’s a warmth in them that fills me up. “But I’m glad you did. I like what we’re doing Holly…all of it. It felt right having you here.”
My instinct is to make some sort of glib comment, but instead I admit, “It did.” I reach up to touch his stubbled jaw. “And I like what we’re doing too.” Then, because I’m still me, I say, “Maybe you’re only, like, a quarter as much of an asshole as I thought.”
He breathes out a laugh. “You know, maybe you can come over sometime this weekend to work with Jane on the computer. She’s been talking about nothing else.”
“Yeah,” I say, trying not to smile like an idiot and failing. “Yeah, I think that could be arranged.”
“Tell me about your app,” he says in a low rumble. “I’d like to hear about it. It blows my mind to hear about what you can do with your computer.”
I laugh. “Oh, is this where you tell me you want to use my dating app to see other women?”
“No,” he says, “I’m definitely not interested in seeing other women.”
“Good, because I have half a mind to keep you.” I raise my eyebrows. “Speaking of which, is it appropriate post-coital conversation to ask you if you’re coming to Rory’s for Thanksgiving? It’s going to be catered, and Rowan and I plan on commandeering all of the leftovers. We might give you a pity Tupperware to fill if you ask nicely.”
He looks surprised, and then contemplative. Shit, he’s going to say no.
But he surprises me by stroking my hair and asking, “You want me to go?”
“Wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t.”
“Logan’s going to see our brother in Atlanta, and Jane wants to go over to the Labelles’. By herself.”
I make a face. “Are you going to send her?”
“I already told her she can go. All the attorneys I’ve consulted told me not to antagonize them if I can help it, and I don’t want to counter her wishes.”
He looks like he’d enjoy nothing better than to do just that, but he’s a good dad. A great one. “Well, maybe you can both have plans, then. I don’t like the thought of you being alone.”
A smile spreads across his face, and he leans in and kisses me, slow and lazy, before pulling back. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Maybe I need to try harder,” I say, smiling back at him. Beaming a little. “Are you going to come, then?”
“Yeah, I’ll come.”
