out of love with you,” I reply, staring into his eyes. “It’s just a different kind of love now.” I sigh. “What can I say, you do it to me every time.” I throw my hands up in surrender.
“I’m not going anywhere this time.”
“You promise?”
He draws an X over his heart. “Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.”
I lie back on the bed, and his t-shirt rises up my thighs. His gaze immediately falls there. He’s still naked, nothing more than a thin sheet covering his middle.
He grins. “You couldn’t pay me enough to make me go away this time.” He parts my thighs and stares down at me. I pretend to try to hold my knees closed, and giggle as he pushes them farther apart. “You’re stuck with me.”
As he bends his head, I stop him by asking, “You promise?”
He looks into my eyes and says, “I swear it.”
That’s good enough for me. I let my legs fall open and his head dips, and I forget my name, along with his.
And the next morning, I wake up to the feel of him pressed hard against my butt, his dick rocking back and forth, sliding through the slick seam between my legs, as his fingertips roll in big circles over my clit.
He kisses my shoulder. “Are you awake?”
I nod and let out a small cry as he slides inside me.
He kisses my shoulder and the back of my neck as he screws into me, and when I come around him, he follows almost immediately.
“So it’s true, huh?” I say. I giggle, which makes him let out a hiss as it pushes him out of me.
“Is what true?”
“That guys who just got out of prison really are insatiable.”
He rolls me onto my back, and I laugh up at him. “This guy loves you,” he says. “I don’t know about all guys.” He kisses the tip of my nose and lifts himself off me so he can go and take care of the spent condom.
But that’s when I hear the screen door slam. I jerk the covers over myself, and he picks up a scatter pillow that was on a nearby chair and holds it in front of himself.
Gran walks around the corner, then freezes in the doorway. “Oh my,” she says. She lets her eyes settle on Ethan for no more than a second, and then she looks at me. “Hello, Ethan,” she says. Her eyes go wide as she looks at me.
“Hello, Mrs. Marshall,” he replies. He stands completely still, which is a little more awkward than it has to be since I’m pretty sure he’s still wearing a used condom. “So nice to see you.” He lifts his free hand in a wave.
“What are you doing here, Gran?” I say as I gather the sheet around myself and stand up.
“I heard you were shacking up with a man,” she says. She sniffs loudly. “Had to come see if it was true.”
I look at Ethan and shrug. “It’s true,” I reply. Then I giggle involuntarily, which makes me laugh. Then I snort. Then I laugh because I snorted, and then I can’t stop giggling.
“Oh my God,” Ethan says with a groan.
Gran finally cracks a smile. “I’m going to take a little walk while you sort yourselves out,” she says. But at the last moment, she turns back to Ethan. “You turned out to be a fine-looking young man.” She lets her eyes fall to his chest, but no lower, because that would just be weird.
“Uh…” He scratches his nose. “Thank you?”
She cups her hand around her mouth and whisper-yells at me, “He’s pretty, Abigail!”
I whisper-yell back, “I know, right?”
She laughs and walks out. “I’m taking that walk now!” she calls out loudly, like we hadn’t heard her.
“Thank God,” Ethan says quietly.
“I heard that!” Gran calls back.
“Gran!” I call in warning, but I’m laughing so hard that I can barely catch my breath.
“Don’t Gran me,” she shouts, but her voice gets quieter and quieter so I can tell she’s walking away. “I’m not the one wrapped up in a sheet while a fine-looking specimen of man tiptoes bare-ass naked to the bathroom…” Her voice keeps going, but I can’t tell what she’s saying anymore.
“Oh my God,” Ethan says again. “I’ll never be able to look her in the face again.”
“It’s okay,” I tell him. Then I let out a snort and follow it with “She’ll never want to look you in the eye anyway, now that