bothering you…” My son slewed a dark glance at my neighbor. Coming to his mother’s rescue. Sweet but not necessary. Not to mention, it wasn’t as if my son could do much to the scythe-wielding Jace.
I shook my head. “I’m fine. Jace was just leaving. He came by because he thought he heard something.”
“And chose to go Grim Reaper instead of grabbing a gun?” Geoff said.
“I don’t use firearms.” Jace used more than a few syllables. Mark it on a calendar.
“You should see him with an axe,” I joked.
Neither man seemed impressed with my humorous abilities.
My son took on a caveman role. “Mom, why don’t you go inside while I see Jace home.”
“Pretty sure Jace knows the way.”
Again, I got a dual-testosterone stare. I shrugged. “Whatever.”
I headed inside but didn’t go far, watching from the door as Geoff and Jace headed off. They stopped by the woods separating the properties and argued. My son’s hands waved. Jace remained still, arms crossed, gripping his ridiculous scythe. Add in a cloak and he was ready for Halloween.
Pride filled me that my son had such a chivalrous streak. Brave, too, confronting Jace. I could only hope my neighbor wouldn’t snap and kill my son.
Instead, Jace held out the oversized knife, and Geoff took it then kept watch as Jace crossed back to his property. Only then did my son glance at the house. I doubted he could see me. He used the scythe as a staff as he returned. Before he could catch me spying, I fled up the stairs to my room, wondering what Jace had said to Geoff that convinced my son to accept the scythe.
In my room, I found one last text message from Kane.
Sweet dreams.
More like wet ones.
9
I awoke in a puddle. I couldn’t have said what that puddle was comprised of. Could be cum, given I throbbed between my legs. I’d not been this horny since I got boobs.
Funny how the more I climaxed, the more I craved it. I began to see why some people did it so often. How had I forgotten the relief that came with a good orgasm?
I brought my little purple bullet into the shower but tossed it aside in favor of the showerhead. Put that thing on massage and I was riding it like a cowgirl, trying not to yell yeehaw.
My climax hit me hard, and I leaned into the tile wall, breathing hard, picturing Darryl, but having to concentrate because Kane kept trying to interfere.
Damn him.
Exiting the bathroom, with my hair pulled in a messy wet bun, I found a text on my phone from Winnie saying she was staying at her new friend’s place and would pop by during the day to grab some clothes. Didn’t sound as if I’d see her.
It seemed so fast. Was this how things worked? I didn’t think I’d be comfortable sleeping over at the house of someone I’d just met.
It made me glad Darryl didn’t mind taking things slow. Maybe a touch too slow. The opposite of Kane, who kept pushing. What was his angle? I didn’t believe for a moment Kane’s claim of being consumed by desire for me. He wanted something.
If it weren’t for Darryl, I might have dared him to show off his supposed prowess.
Good thing I had Darryl. Now if only I could enjoy more of him. A shudder went through me as if I’d not just come less than twenty minutes ago.
Dammit. These days I wore panty liners, so I didn’t juice the fabric. My lube jar would dry up at this rate.
Heading downstairs, I found a note from Geoff saying he’d gamed late and would be sleeping in. Only my cat was on hand to greet me, twining around my ankles, eager for his breakfast.
I crouched and made him wait so I could pet him. The soft stroke of his fur was a pleasure. When I opened the cupboard, he started to purr.
“Listen to you,” I chided. “Your love affair with food is getting a little out of hand.”
I would know. I’d relied on it a little too much rather than dealing with my emotions.
My travel mug didn’t take long to fill, and soon I was headed into the shop. I might be playing hooky that afternoon, but I could salvage part of the day.
Passing the gas station, I didn’t see Darryl’s truck. Not in. Again.
Odd, because for months before that he’d always been there every day before eight, without fail. Was something making him sleep in? Someone