Chapter 9 #2
“Put your foot on top of it and roll it back and forth over your arches. There are balls made for that, they’re for runners, but a tennis ball works in a pinch. A hot shower will soothe your muscles, too. And sleep.”
“You sound like my dad,” Evie grumbled, sliding me a look.
“That’s because she’s right,” I said.
“I need to do that tennis ball thing.” Evie swung her gaze to me. “Are you making shish kabobs?”
I nodded. “I was about to put them on the grill. Is that okay?”
“Yeah. Can we eat out here with Ashlyn and Reegan?” Evie pleaded with her eyes, and I had no choice but to agree.
“Ashlyn just asked if we wanted to join them.”
“Ooh, yay! Thanks, Dad!”
“Thank Ashlyn. We wouldn’t be invading them if she hadn’t invited us.”
“Thanks, Ashlyn!” Evie said, throwing herself at our neighbor. “You’re the best.”
Ashlyn chuckled. “We have a salad made inside, and we were talking about what else we wanted to eat.”
“I have plenty if you’re up for it,” I said before I could stop myself. Ashlyn had lived next door to me for years, and we’d never once had dinner together.
Until Reegan.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
I nodded. “Of course.”
“Okay. I’ll grab our salad and plates for everyone.”
“Can I help you?” Evie asked.
“Definitely.” Ashlyn looked at Reegan. “Why don’t you help Josh?”
Reegan slid her friend a look but lowered her bare feet to the ground and slid them into sandals. “Sure.”
I smiled at the three women and turned to go back to my house. I opened the door and held it for Reegan to go ahead of me.
As soon as the door closed behind us, she turned to me. “She doesn’t know yet. I haven’t had a chance to say anything about us.”
“Then I guess I better kiss you in here where no one can see,” I said, moving toward her slowly so she had time to protest.
The smile that lifted her lips said she was completely on board with my suggestion. She met me in the middle, wrapping her arms around my neck and dragging me closer to her.
I walked us forward until her back hit the cabinet that hid my fridge. Tucked in the entryway and before we got to the kitchen, there were no windows besides the ones in the door. Ashlyn and Evie would only see us if they came to the door, and I was fairly certain neither of them would.
I ground my erection against Reegan’s center, loving the moan that rumbled out of her and into my chest.
Her hands slid from my neck and teased their way down my chest. She lifted my shirt in the back, splaying her warm hands on my bare skin.
I groaned and mimicked her movements, finding the gap between her top and bottoms, tickling her side with a gentle touch that raised goosebumps on her skin.
Her hands eased up my back and slid around to my stomach. I had definitely lost tone in the last few decades, but I hoped she didn’t judge me for it.
She curled her fingers, her nails scraping over my skin. She moaned again, flattening her fingers to glide over my body.
I eased my body from hers and slid my hands over her soft belly. She leaned into my touch, encouraging me with her body. My thumb brushed the underwire of her bra, lacy fabric scraping my callused hand. She arched her back, urging me to continue.
I cupped her breasts with both hands, pulling back enough to look at her, my hands hidden in her shirt. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I like that look on your face.”
“What look?”
“The one that says you’re as turned on as I am.”
“Maybe more,” I told her, letting her feel the effect she was having on my body.
“I wish we had more than a few minutes.”
“We will. Soon.”
“I’m really glad I brought a vibrator with me.”
My cock surged at the thought. “Fuck me. You’re going to kill me with that thought.”
She snickered. “You’re going to kill me with these kisses.”
I tugged the cups of her bra down and used the move to pull her to me again. I scraped the rough pads of my fingertips over her nipples and swallowed the moans that told me she enjoyed that as much as I did.
Our mouths collided. Her tongue battled mine for position and dominance.
I teased her nipples until she whimpered and rocked her hips against mine.
I tore my mouth from hers and ducked my head to take one nipple in my mouth, plucking the other with my fingers as she cupped my head and pressed her breast into my mouth.
Laughter outside had us both freezing.
“Fuck,” slipped from her lips.
I extracted myself from her body, wishing I could carry her to my bed and finish what we started but knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell. “I got carried away.”
“You carried me with you. I’m not letting you take any blame.” She righted her bra and smoothed her hands over her shirt. “I might need new batteries tonight.”
I choked out a laugh and shook my head. “I might have blisters tomorrow.”
She laughed with me. “You’ll have to show me in the morning.”
“Don’t wear a bra tomorrow morning,” I breathed against her neck.
“I never do,” she replied.
“Definitely going to kill me.”
The laughter outside rang out again, and we both sighed, then moved into the kitchen. I picked up the platter of shish kabobs, but Reegan stopped me.
“You might want to calm down a little before you go back outside. Otherwise I won’t have to say a thing to Ashlyn.”
I looked down at the erection pressing against my zipper and knew she was right.
“I’ll take these out and tell them you had a phone call or something.”
She reached for the platter, but I caught her hand. Before she could say anything else, I kissed her hard, knowing we were blocked by the fridge. She trembled against me, her hands sliding into my hair.
I was having trouble letting go of her. I needed to get over that before the end of summer, but for now, I was not going to complain.
I finally pulled back, enjoying the dazed look on her face.
“Best summer ever,” she whispered.
I chuckled. “It will be when I get you in my bed.”
She winked at me, then grabbed the platter. Her sashay toward the door promised getting her in my bed would only be the beginning.
I groaned, and she walked outside laughing.
Damn, I could get used to that sound.