Mace was in push up position, his body looming over mine, bent at the waist, his hands in the bed on either side of my body.
I could see the bunched-up muscles in his upper arms and I felt a warm rush between my legs.
Down Mace Slut! My brain cautioned.
What was the matter with me?
“Babe, I gotta go,” Mace said softly.
“Okay,” I replied.
“Remember, no comment.”
I sighed then said, “I remember.”
“When I get home tonight, we’l have dinner and talk.” Mace referring to my place as “home” caused that panicky feeling to emerge again, right along with the thril .
“Fine,” I said.
“Use the alarm,” he went on.
“Gotcha.”
“I’l cal sometime today.”
“Mace, are you gonna go or what?” I was losing patience and my ability to hold back the panic, thril and the warm rush at his proximity.
He grinned, bent his elbows until his chest was brushing mine, kissed me hard but closed-mouthed then did a push up and he was gone.
I closed my eyes and wondered what to do next.
I didn’t get a chance to form a plan, something big hit the bed and both Juno and I bounced with it.
I opened my eyes as I heard the door open. Pong had jumped on the head of the bed, flat on his back. I looked toward the door and saw Mace and Hector were leaving.
“Later, Hector,” I cal ed and watched him casual y lift a hand in response, total cool.
“Is the coffee ready yet?” Pong yel ed to Leo who was standing in my kitchen staring at the nearly ful pot.
“We’re close,” Leo answered.
There was more movement on the bed when Floyd sat down.
I looked at him.
He looked concerned.
He also looked something else. Something frightening.
Something I sensed had to do with Mace’s demons.
Something that was somewhere I did not want to go.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
“No,” I replied honestly.
“Is anyone gonna ask me if I’m okay? It was my f**kin’