“Are you cold?”
“A little.”
I grab her clothes and she pulls her shirt back on. “Shower?” I ask.
“I think that’s a good idea.”
But neither of us move. That’s when my mind goes back to earlier tonight, when she seemed upset about something.
“What happened tonight? Did Gina say something to upset you?”
At first she looks confused, then that confusion turns into mortification. My heart jumps. Gina is one of the sweetest women I know. Surely she didn’t purposely hurt Maria. They’re good friends.
Maria gives a solemn shake of her head. “She asked me why I was looking at you with my vagina.”
My head rears back. “Jesus, are you kidding me?”
She snorts out a humorless laugh. “I wish.”
That’s when I realize this is rather funny. “So were you?”
She blinks up at me. “Was I what?”
“Looking at me with your vagina.”
She laughs. “How does one look at someone with their vagina, Tuck? What would that even entail?”
I inch back, widen her legs and take a good long look at her well fucked sex. Hot. Pink. Dripping with my cum. Fuck yeah. That looks so good on her. So good that I instantly want her again. I back up an inch, put my hands on my hips and shift my semi-hard jutting cock her way.
“Something like this maybe?”
She whacks me. “You’re crazy.”
“Lost my marbles, remember,” I say and she begins to chuckle, loudly. Maybe it’s from the joke or maybe it’s because we just released a month’s worth of building tension. I don’t know, but I too feel lighter. I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her as I try to contain my own laugh.
When we get ourselves under control I remove my hand and press my lips to hers. “So I guess she knows then.”
She crinkles up her nose. “She thinks she knows something but no, she doesn’t know.”
I sense a but on the end of that sentence. “Which means?”
“I need to stop looking at you with my vagina, clearly.”
“Clearly.” I cock my head and try for seriousness. “Do you think that will be anytime soon?”
She shakes her head. “We need to be careful, Tuck. We should have been more discreet tonight,” she warns, the playfulness now gone “We can’t let the boys think anything is going on. They have to be my top priority.”
“They do.” I run my knuckles over her warm cheeks. “But I have to say I like when you make yourself a priority too.”
“I liked it too, but…we do need to be careful. I can’t stress that enough.”
I angle my head, my gaze moving over her gorgeous, flushed face. Not wanting to assume anything I ask, “When you say we need to be careful, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
She runs a finger down my chest and my entire body quakes. Her eyes meet mine. “That I want to do this again?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
She gives a resigned sigh and shakes her head in dismay. “I think I am.”
