Page 52 of Blue Moon Love

“I’m back now. On desk duty.”

“Good. Good. You know what they say about idle hands.”

My hands weren’t idle last night. They’d made Kenna come. Twice. Well, the second time, they’d had help from my cock. Still, they were itchin’ to do it again.

I’d hoped that once we slept together, it would scratch that particular itch. It would take away the taboo nature of my desire for her. But, if anything, it was making me want her more. Being with her was a hit of the strongest, most addictive drug, and I wanted another taste. Literally, I wanted to taste her. I was kicking myself for not going down on her. For only pleasuring her with my fingers.

In the moment, I’d just felt so connected to her. The look in her eyes had held me captive. It was as if she’d needed me to be close to her. I felt like going downtown would have been abandoning her. Plus, it was all new to her, and I hadn’t wanted to do anything that would make her feel uncomfortable. But what if I never got another chance to do all the things I’d always dreamed of doing with her?

As we pulled up to the community center, my mind was still obsessing over the night before, when I saw Betty waiting outside.

“There’s my two favorite men!” She waved both hands at us as we pulled into a spot.

I noticed that every time she saw Witty, her eyes had a little extra sparkle. I’d always wondered if the two of them had ever hooked up. But, to be honest, I’m glad I didn’t have that answer. There was something that you couldn’t un-know, and them being together was definitely in that category.

She waited for us to park and get up to the front of the building. When we approached her, we both offered her an arm, and she stepped between us and wrapped her hands around our biceps. “It must be my lucky day; I’m in a Whitlock sandwich.”

I chuckled as Witty and I escorted her inside. When we walked in, I was blown away by the decorations. The theme was Enchantment Under the Sea from the 80s classic Back to the Future. It hadn’t surprised me when Kenna told me her idea. That woman loved all things 80s. She’d decorated the hall exactly like the movie, with the shiny tinsel wall coverings, balloons, a giant seashell, string lights, and a banner. But she’d also added a personal touch. The walls were lined with huge, blown-up photos of her parents from the time they were teenagers until now.

There were a few couples in town whose relationships I’d always envied and wished I could emulate. Walker and Dolly Briggs, Jasper and Loretta Reed, and Chuck and Marcy Hale. I’d admired the Briggs’ and the Reed’s from afar, but I didn’t know their love stories, I just knew that they still seemed smitten after decades of marriage. But I did know Chuck and Marcy’s story. They’d been together since Marcy was a freshman in high school and Chuck was a senior. They’d been married for forty years, together for forty-four, raised three kids, and were still madly in love.

As I looked around the room, I felt myself welling up with emotion. I don’t know if it was because I’d just had a significant birthday or if it was because of last night, when I was feeling particularly vulnerable and sentimental, but I was beginning to think that what all three of those couples had was truly all that life was about. What else even mattered?

Beside me, Witty asked Betty. “Is your dance card full, young lady?”

Betty chuckled as Witty led the two of them to the center of the parquet floor. As they swayed in time, another couple caught my attention.

Jonah and Kenna. They weren’t next to each other. Jonah was talking to some of the guys from the fire station, and Kenna was speaking to her cousin Taylor. But I didn’t miss the way his eyes kept slicing toward her. He couldn’t go ten seconds without looking her way. But it’s not like I could blame him, because I couldn’t either.

“Hey, man.”

I turned and saw that Milo had walked up beside me. Even though I knew it was none of his business, since Kenna was an adult, I still felt a little strange that I’d slept with his sister.

“Hey.” I tried to act as normal as possible.

“My mom wanted to know if you’re on duty Christmas Eve. Mason is going to be in town, and she wants to have a whole thing.”

“I might be; I don’t know yet.” I’d volunteered for the holiday this year because a few officers had gotten married and started families this year. In fact, Brady Calhoun and I were the only single officers left.

Milo started talking about his holiday schedule and plans that he wanted to run by me of things to do while Mason was in town, and the Cowboys’ chances at the Super Bowl. I tried my best to listen, but I was distracted when I noticed Jonah and Kenna hit the dance floor. Together. They were slow dancing.

Apparently, I was a glutton for punishment, because as Milo continued talking, my eyes kept scanning the room and landing on Jonah and Kenna. I couldn’t help it. All I could think as I watched the two of them dancing was mine. Mine. Mine.

“Sam.”

I heard Betty’s voice behind me, and I turned and saw Witty standing beside her. He was swaying a little back and forth, and his coloring didn’t look so good. He looked as white as a sheet.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” I asked both of them.

Witty waved his hand at me. “Just got a little light-headed, that’s all.”

“Do you want to sit down?” I asked, looking for a chair.

“I think he might have had enough excitement for the night,” Betty commented.

I looked at Witty, thinking he would argue with her because he loved a party, but he didn’t.

“Oh, okay.” I stepped beside my grandpa and offered him my arm. To my surprise, he leaned on it. I looked at Milo. “Can you tell your parents we stopped by and congratulations?”

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