run their course.”
I frowned. “We know where that leads.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
God, John was right, about one thing at least. Journey was thinking about us getting back together. It’s not like I was any better. I was falling in love with him all over again, and I didn’t know how to stop. But he wasn’t ever going to be happy in our little cove. When he left—and he would leave—he wouldn’t just be taking that well-worn duffel. No, he’d be taking my heart, too—again.
Then why the fuck do you keep giving it to him?
A frown pulled at the corners of his mouth as the silence lengthened. “We’re not the same people we were back then. Things are different now. We’re different now.”
I reached down to brush a flyaway hair out of his eyes. I wasn’t even sure if he was aware of how he leaned into my touch, light and fleeting as it was. “Not different enough.”
He stared at me for a few moments before accepting my decision with a nod. “Okay. I have to accept that. But you’re not getting rid of me just yet, Foss.”
“I wasn’t trying to.”
“We still have a couple of weeks left before the end of summer. I want to go to your house and do all those things we said we wouldn’t do.”
“Even though we know we’re being stupid.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Pretty much. You in?”
“Of course.” I smiled. “Let’s go be coupley and stupid.”
*
We spent the day together, exactly as planned. We didn’t do anything particularly newsworthy—in fact, it should’ve been too boring to even think about. It wasn’t. We stopped by the market and bought ingredients for dinner and then went home and cooked together. We ate, took the dogs for a walk in the park, and then settled down on the couch to watch TV. Then we fucked like rabbits for a while because we’re not actually eighty years old.
I took him on the kitchen island because it’s my house and I can be freaky if I want to. Then again in my bed because I was old and fucking on marble wasn’t all that comfortable. The angle was all wrong and kneeling on a barstool wasn’t safe. Well, anyway, we wound up in bed and checked a few more things off a very X-rated list. Rimming and getting rimmed was at the top. So was coming so hard I saw stars.
I fucked him through my orgasm, my hips moving almost without my permission. He groaned, tightening around me in every way possible. “God, that’s just so fucking good,” he managed. “You just have no idea.”
“I’d like to,” I said pointedly.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’ll get your chance to get dicked down later, Fossie.” He reached back and gripped my hip. “Now harder.”
I did what I was told because that’s what you do when someone is strangling your dick with his slick, tight hole.
Neither one of us moved afterward. Twilight turned into darkness, shadows lengthening in the room, and still, I made no effort to get up. Not for cleanup. Not to turn off the TV still playing in the living room. Not to pick up the mess we’d made when someone swept everything off my kitchen island to provide room for fucking. I won’t say who it was, but I will say that I would never do something so impulsive—and hot.
“I should get back.”
Journey’s words were the first either of us had spoken in over half an hour, and leave it to him to ruin the bliss of cuddling. I didn’t acknowledge his statement, but I did let go of his hand where our fingers were interlaced. I rolled off him and onto my stomach, my face in the pillow. I felt a gentle kiss on my shoulder a moment later.
He groaned as he got out of bed. “You mind if I use your shower?”
“Yes, I mind. Kissing, yes. Fucking, hell yes, but don’t you set one damn foot in my shower,” I said, dry as toast.
He swatted my behind. “I swear to God, you used to be so damned nice. I think your pleasant nature is draining out of your pores or something.”
I shrugged. That’s what happened when you were on a constant diet of wanting the thing you shouldn’t want. The thing in question padded to the shower. A few moments later, I heard the water turn on.
He didn’t take long. He was back before I could drift off. The bed depressed on either side of