happy to do it. You and these yahoos are family to me.”
I give him a friendly slap on the back then head over to where the guys are packing the rest of their stuff in the hauler. Oliver fell back sleep watching the action, and as much as I insisted we put him in the motorhome to sleep, Lena argued that she enjoyed holding him while he slept. They’re sitting together in the last remaining folding chair to be put away.
He’s sleeping, and yet somehow, she’s able to hold him and her cell phone. She’s snapping pictures of the guys as they laugh and work. I’ve even seen her point her digital one my way a handful of times. Not just today, but in the last week too. I’ve caught her snapping photos when she thinks I’m not paying attention. Only, I’m always paying attention to Lena, even if I’m not focusing on her.
Once everything is in place, I turn to the woman who’s quickly becoming very important to me once more and give her a smile. I grab the carrier and head her way so we can get Oliver settled into his seat before the SUV gets here.
“Ready?” I ask, helping to fasten his seat harness. Oliver lets out an unhappy little holler, and before I can even try to sooth his irritation, Lena pulls a pacifier out of her bag. He only uses it when he’s really tired or trying to return to sleep after being woken up.
“All set,” she confirms, her full, pink lips grinning my way.
I can’t stop staring at them.
Or wanting to kiss them.
Something starts to happen in my pants because the moment I picture kissing her, I start to imagine taking it further. My hands on her body, and hers on mine. I see her lying on a bed—my bed, actually. It’s pretty fucking glorious, if you ask me, and probably the last thing I should be picturing right now, yet here I am, sporting a semi amongst my team and my son. Not my finest moment.
We’re fairly quiet as we get into the SUV to head back to the hotel. I know I need to bring up the whole Lindsay thing and see what happened, but I’d rather not do it now with a small audience. So I keep my mouth shut and watch her instead. She’s taking a few photos from the vehicle of the landscape, the softest smile on her lips. She always has this serene and relaxed look on her face whenever she’s holding her camera, including the one on her cell phone.
We slip into the back of the hotel, away from the main lobby. There’s an elevator down the hall, and before too long, it’s depositing us on our floor. Silently, I let us into our shared room, grateful for the quiet. The problem is the moment I see the bed, I want to do way more than enjoy the quiet. All I want to do is tear up the sheets and listen to Lena moan. I’m already getting hard again, a combination of recalling what she sounded like when I slid inside her and wondering if she still makes those same throaty little moans of pleasure.
I set Oliver’s carrier on the couch, careful to conceal what’s going on in my groin area. I’m starting to throb, too much time spent in a single hotel room with the woman of my dreams with nothing but my imagination to conjure up every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had starring the one and only, Lena Stanley.
“I can take care of changing him,” she says behind me. “I know you’re probably anxious for a shower.”
She has no idea…
“Uhh, thanks. Yeah, I think I’ll jump in there quick. We don’t have too much time before we need to get downstairs.”
“I’ll start to pack up what’s left after he’s had dinner.”
I’m already heading over to my bag, to the change of clothes I left out for after the race. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it when I’m done. Most of it’s mine or Oliver’s shit anyway,” I add, grabbing my stuff and heading for the shower.
I need some alone time. Time away from her scent. Time away from her smile. Time away from the way she cares for my son. It’s causing my brain to imagine all sorts of scenarios where she stays at the end of her time here.
I divert my own attention from the sexy woman in my hotel room