Chapter 26 #4
Stella’s on the tips of her toes, leaning forward as she watches her ball s-l-o-w-l-y roll to the end of the lane, where it knocks over three pins on the right side. She jumps up and down, and Petra springs up off my shoulder, her hands held high as she cheers for Stella.
Then, as Stella rushes back toward us, Petra looks at me and whispers, “Later.”
“Your turn, Petra,” Stella says as she slides onto the bench next to me.
Petra rises, and I can’t take my eyes off her hips as she walks to the ball return.
There she slides her hand over and around several of the balls before sticking her fingers into one and picking it up, testing out the weight in both hands.
I don’t know if she intends for watching her to be an erotic experience, but I find myself growing hard nonetheless.
“Do you think she knows what she’s doing?
” Stella asks me, and because I’m so focused on whether Petra’s intending to turn me on, it takes a second for me to realize that Stella means does Petra actually know how to bowl or is she just making a show of feeling all the balls to compensate for not knowing what she’s doing.
I laugh because Stella has excellent bullshit radar.
And then I remind myself to mentally rein it in—I’m with my kid, I don’t need to be picturing all the things I want to do to Petra right this moment.
“I guess we’ll see,” I tell her as Petra walks toward the lane with her ball cradled in both hands in front of her chest.
She stands lined up with the center of the lane, swings her arm back, takes a few steps forward and releases the ball in front of her.
It rolls off her fingers like she’s an expert, none of that dropping that happens with an awkward release.
But it spins oddly and hits the gutter before it makes it to the end of the lane.
Stella looks at me like we’re conspirators about to take Petra down. While neither of us is great at bowling, it looks like we’re both better than Petra.
The woman in question turns toward us, rolls her eyes, and shrugs.
She takes off the jean jacket she’s wearing over a lightweight black sweater dress.
It’s fitted with sleeves that go to her elbow and a deep neckline that starts right at the edges of her neck and descends well into her cleavage.
The slit is only a few inches wide, but the visible crease between her breasts has me moving to adjust myself because it’s getting tight in these jeans.
I pull my hat down a little lower over my eyes, hoping that nobody here recognizes me, or her. Now that her show has aired, it’s more likely she’ll start getting recognized in public too.
“Can’t bowl when my arms are restricted like that,” she says as she tosses the jacket on the bench next to me, turns, and walks back to the ball return with her hips swaying seductively. How does she manage to make even bowling shoes look sexy?
She grabs the same ball before approaching the lane.
Then, with the grace of an expert bowler, she winds up and sends the ball straight down the lane, knocking every single pin over with a clattering so loud that everyone in the bowling alley seems to be staring at her now.
She turns, and gives Stella and me a huge smile before hollering, “That’s better,” while brushing her hands together.
“Shit,” I mutter.
Stella turns toward me and says, “Maybe we need a swear jar like they have at Harper’s?”
“Maybe we need to find a way to stop Petra from kicking our butts,” I suggest instead.
“Hmm,” Stella says. “I’m not so sure that’s possible.”
Is there anything this woman can’t do?
As it turns out, I think as I watch Petra’s face twist in pleasure as the orgasm rips through her hours later, no . . . in my eyes, there is nothing this woman can’t do.
“This feeling,” I say through gritted teeth, “is a fucking miracle.” I grip her hips tightly as I slam her down on me a final time and give in to my own release.
She gazes down at me like I’ve said something funny, and then quirks an eyebrow. “How so?”
It’s a moment before I can speak again. “I’ve never felt like this,” I tell her as I wrap my arm around her lower back and pull her down so she’s hovering just above my chest. “You and me together. It’s amazing.”
“I always knew it would be,” she says. It’s the opening to the talk I know we need to have. It would be so easy to return to the conversation she said we’d have ‘later,’ but then Petra rolls her hips, and I slide out and back into her, and I feel myself already starting to grow hard again.
“If you don’t stop that,” I say as I reach up and run my thumb along her cheekbone, “round two will start immediately.”
“Already?”
“You do amazing things to my body,” I say, because how the hell am I already ready to take her again? I have no control here, she’s in charge of my body now.
“I like that.” She smiles a wicked, private smile as she rolls her hips again. “I like that a lot.”
She leans down a bit more, letting her breasts slide along my chest as her mouth meets mine.
The kiss is slow and sensual, matching the way she’s moving her pelvis.
And there’s no way in hell I’m stopping the direction this is heading in to have a conversation I don’t even want to have. Talking can wait.