20. Cal
Cal
I can’t get to the apartment fast enough.
If Jules doesn’t stop rubbing my dick, I’ll be blowing my load right in my pants.
Finally, town comes into view, and then I’m whipping us up Main Street and into the alley faster than is probably safe. Flipping the kickstand out, I hit the kill switch and turn off the gas with one hand, while tugging her leg up over mine with the other.
“Mind the pipes,” I warn as I lift her around and settle her in my lap. Her legs wrap around my waist, and my hands immediately go to her perfect ass.
“Feeling handsy on that ride?”
“Definitely.” The word is muffled by the helmet she’s pulling off. I take it and hang it off the handlebar as I dive my other hand into her hair and take her mouth.
She rocks against me, and desire explodes. Fuck going upstairs. I’ll take her right here on the back of my bike if she’s not careful.
But I don’t want a quickie with Jules. I want to worship this woman all night .
“Are you drunk, baby?” I groan against her lips as she grinds against me. I slide a hand under her skirt, gripping her thigh. I can’t stop myself from rocking my hips into her.
She’s driving me wild, riding me.
I need to slow this down, make it last, but I don’t know if I can. But I also don’t want to be that guy to take advantage of a woman when she’s not fully aware of what she’s doing.
She pulls back, meeting my gaze. “Enough to feel good, but not enough to think this will be a mistake tomorrow.”
Fuck yes .
“Cal? Is that you?” Rosie’s voice echoes through the alley.
A bucket of ice water couldn’t have been more effective.
“Yep. I’m back.”
Jules tumbles off my lap at the clatter of shoes on the stairs and I immediately miss the weight of her
Rosie descends, slinging her backpack over her shoulder.
“Okay, I don’t mean to rush out. But I’ve got to get going now, or I’ll miss curfew.
Mom says if I get a ticket, then I’ll lose my car.
And Mac watches my Life 360 like a hawk and micromanages me if I go even slightly over the speed limit. I don’t want to rush.”
“Sure thing,” I say. Wishing I’d had another five minutes alone with Jules. “Thanks for babysitting tonight.”
I shove off the bike, trying to adjust myself so this teenager doesn’t get an eyeful. “Head on upstairs,” I call over my shoulder to Jules. “I’m gonna walk Rosie out to her truck.”
Rosie babbles the whole way to her car, but I’m only halfway paying attention while she gives me a rundown of how the night went.
I try to stay present, but my mind is on that kiss and the way Jules felt riding me.
An eternity later, I’m taking the stairs double time, ready to touch and so fucking ready to taste.
I have zero chill when it comes to this woman. Maybe she’ll be naked, spread out like an offering.
Instead, I find a fully clothed Jules passed out on the bed.
Guess it was a good thing we didn’t take it any further after all. My throbbing cock disagrees as I drink my fill of the view before me.
She’s beautiful laying there sprawled out like she flopped back and didn’t have the wherewithal to get both feet off the floor.
She’s so exhausted there are purple smudges under her eyes.
We’ve both been burning the candle at both ends, trying to make parenting work, finish her shop, and keep all the balls of life in the air.
I owe her the world for saving my ass where Charlie is concerned. Waiting another night to make her mine won’t make a difference.
With a sigh, I cover her with the blanket at the foot of the bed and make a quiet exit. I have to get out of this room before the temptation of her becomes too much.
Charlie is snuggled up with her foxy and sleeping peacefully when I check in on her. The sight of my two girls sleeping so soundly makes my chest ache. I want so much for this to be every night. Wandering around my apartment, with two sleeping beauties tucked safely asleep.