Chapter Fifteen
Fifteen
Pam
I surround myself with loving people.
No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop dwelling on the conversation I had with Alistair the other day. Knitting, romance novels, yoga—none of it distracted me from the fact that the distance between us was a limiting factor in our relationship. Well, that and my fear of flying.
After sacrificing so much of myself during my marriage, was I wrong in committing to the first person I met after putting myself out there?
Alistair and I had only been on one date.
He was my first dip into the dating pool, and I jumped right into a relationship with him—and a long-distance one at that.
His dick and the multiple orgasms he gave me must have clouded my judgment or at least influenced my decision.
“Ma!” Reece shouted, causing me to jump. “I asked you a question.”
I was at brunch with Reece and Cyrus this morning, but I was having a hard time being present.
I pushed my glasses up my nose and gave my son a polite smile. “Sorry, honey. What was the question, again?”
Reece sighed and I caught Cyrus giving him a look. “I just wanted to know how things were going with that Alistair guy. You’ve seemed kind of—I don’t know—absent. Sort of like right now.”
“What do you mean?” I tilted my head in confusion.
“Come on, squish. Help me out here,” Reece grumbled under his breath.
Cyrus cleared his throat, his tentacle wrapping around Reece’s forearm. “I think what Reece is trying to say is that you’ve been a little more withdrawn since you started to date Alistair. He—we—don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to us about him.”
“I promise you, I don’t think it’s weird or anything.
Maybe the long-distance thing is a little weird, but I’m glad you’re seeing someone.
” Reece leaned over the table slightly and lowered his voice to keep what he was saying between the three of us.
“I want you to be happy, Ma. I always thought you deserved more than what Dad gave you, and deep down, you knew that, too.”
It was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
As prickly as my son could be, he was pretty perceptive, especially when it came to his mama.
I had been a little withdrawn, not just because of any weirdness I felt about dating again but because Alistair and yoga took up most of my time these days.
To put it bluntly, I wasn’t up my kids’ asses like I used to be.
It was an adjustment for them as much as it was for me.
I took off my glasses and dabbed at my eyes with a napkin. “I appreciate that, honey. I’ve just been busy with yoga and the library, and I give Alistair a lot of my free time now. I’m sorry if I’ve been distant.”
“Aw, Ma. Don’t cry.” Reece reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “We miss you, but we want you to have all the happiness in the world.”
Cyrus nodded his head in agreement.
“Cyrus is really rubbing off on you,” I told Reece with a laugh.
His cheeks flushed, and he pursed his mustache down over his lip. “I’m comfortable enough with my masculinity to talk about my feelings.”
“You’re doing great, darling,” Cyrus whispered, and planted a kiss on Reece’s cheek, deepening his blush.
They were so stinking cute together. Such an unlikely couple but a perfect match nonetheless.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way,” Reece said, “when are you going to visit him? Or when is he coming back here?”
“You know I’m afraid of flying.” I sighed, not excited to discuss the topic that had been plaguing me for the past week.
“There are medications to help with that,” Cyrus said with a wide grin that showed off the sharp tips of his teeth. “They mellow you out a bit, and the next thing you know, you’ll have landed in Colorado.”
“Yep.” Reece nodded. “I got some from my doctor for our trip to England, and that’s a much longer flight.”
Maybe with medication I could do it.
What was that affirmation again…?
I can do hard things.
“I’ll think about it,” I said, and saw Reece give Cyrus a knowing look.
“Where is our waitress?” Cyrus scanned the restaurant for our server. “I don’t want Beau to mess in his kennel.”
Reece grinned and gripped his hand. “You’re such a cute dog dad.”
“What can I say? The little furball has grown on me,” Cyrus said with a shrug.
I didn’t have anywhere to be, and I planned to treat the two of them anyway…
“Why don’t you two go take care of Beau, and I’ll get the check. I’m not in any rush.”
“Mrs. Rollins, we—” Cyrus started, but I cut him off.
“None of that ‘Mrs. Rollins’ nonsense. I know you’re older than me, but it’s either Mom or Pam. Mrs. Rollins was Don’s mother,” I huffed.
Reece pulled out his wallet and threw a few bills on the table. “Let us get the tip, then.”
I sighed, wishing my son wasn’t such a stubborn ass but appreciating the gesture all the same. “If you insist.”
They rose from their chairs and came over to say goodbye.
“Thanks, Ma. Love you,” Reece said, giving me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Love you, too, honey.”
When it was Cyrus’s turn, he gingerly wrapped his arms around me, and I squeezed him tight in response.
“Thanks,” he grated out before adding, “Mom.”
“Aww,” I squealed as I pulled away.
It felt like a major victory. We were a family, and Cyrus was a part of it.
I watched them leave, then pulled out my phone to check for any messages from Alistair while I waited for the check.
I’d told him my plans for the day, and he’d texted me to check in.
Alistair: How is brunch going, pretty lady?
I could picture his face, that lopsided smile beaming just like it did each time he called me that.
Pam: I just said goodbye to the boys. Waiting for the check now.
Alistair: When will you be home?
Pam: In about 10 minutes. Why?
Alistair: I was just thinking about you and how badly I want to kiss every inch of your body. How good I want to make you feel.
A photo came through. A photo of the very impressive swell of Alistair’s cock straining against his underwear.
Well, that was unexpected.
Hot, but unexpected.
I bit my lip and glanced around the restaurant, paranoid that people would know exactly what I was up to. In reality, no one was paying attention.
Pam: I’ll video chat you as soon as I get home.
A video came through next, one of Alistair massaging his cock through the thin material. A wet spot had already formed right where the tip was.
Alistair: Can’t wait.
“Sorry for the wait, ma’am,” the waitress said, and I jumped, fumbling my phone screen-down into my lap.
“Oh, it’s fine,” I said with a wave of my hand.
Without looking at the check, I handed her my debit card. I didn’t care what it cost. I just wanted to get out of there and call Alistair.
She flashed me a strained smile. “I’ll be right back with this…”
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I sped home, completely disregarding the twenty-five-miles-per-hour speed limit signs posted along Briar Glenn’s residential streets.
Freaking Alistair Reid. Sending me dirty messages like that.
I hadn’t been this horny in years.
Rushing through the door, I gave Remi a little pat and dashed up the stairs, nearly tripping over my feet on the way to my bedroom.
I dropped my coat and purse on the floor in a heap, then climbed into bed with my phone in hand.
How is this going to work?
I didn’t have a laptop, so maybe just good old-fashioned phone sex? I was pretty sure Alistair would want to see what I was doing, though…
Oh! My tablet!
I grabbed it from my nightstand and initiated a video chat with Alistair, who answered on the second ring, obviously anticipating the call.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky. He was shirtless, that perfect hairy dad bod on display while he lounged against a pile of pillows.
“Hi there.”
Alistair repositioned himself, giving me a better view of his body. He wasn’t just shirtless; he was naked, with nothing but a thin sheet covering his lower half.
My eyes snapped to the bulge of his cock, and my tongue darted out to wet my lips.
“See something you like?” he asked with a sensual laugh.
I nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
“I want you to do what I ask. Think you can handle that, sweetheart?”
Holy shit.
He was some sort of reincarnated sex god. I was sure of it.
“I think I can handle that.”
“Get off the bed.”
I moved slowly, doing my best to seem calm and collected, but on the inside, my heart was pounding.
I wanted to feel him, fuck him, please him. Scream his name. Take his cock and his cum again and again. He was in charge, and I enjoyed being at his mercy.
Standing in front of my tablet, I awaited his next instruction.
Alistair smirked and smoothed his thumb over his lip, drawing out the silence between us. “Undress. I want all of it off.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I shimmied out of my jeans, taking my underwear with them, then pulled my sweater over my head.
“Gods damn.” He groaned at the sight of me in nothing but my bra. His hand traveled down his stomach and disappeared beneath the sheet.
Even with the red lines streaked around my waist from my tight jeans, the pooch of my stomach, Alistair still found me attractive. He could have anyone he wanted, and despite the distance and the difficulties that came along with it, he chose me over anyone else.
To him, I was worth it.
And I was finally starting to believe that myself.
He stared at me intently, waiting for me to comply and ruffling the sheet with what I assumed were slow strokes of his cock. I reached behind my back and undid my bra, allowing it to fall to the floor.
“Pam,” he breathed. His eyes fluttered closed for a second before snapping open to take me in again.
Being the center of his attention fueled my confidence. Pushing back my shoulders and forcing my chest out, I gave both of my nipples a little pinch. Hard enough for me to suck in a breath.
Alistair grinned. “Did that feel good?”
“Yes.” But not nearly as good as it would have felt if it were his fingers doing the pinching.
“Get up on the bed.”
I leaned in closer, letting my breasts sway in front of the screen. “Where should I set the camera?” I asked coyly.