Page 17 of Misadventures Of A Single Mom

Oh. Heat and something else flared to life. Something…good.

“Shit.” He shook his head. “I’m having thoughts about kissing you.”

My breath lodged in my throat and I felt my blood pressure soar.

“But it’s the wrong thing to do,” he continued. While he stared at my mouth, he looked as if he had heartburn, that kissing me was what he wanted, but excruciating at the same time. “Hell, I don’t kiss women who are demented.”

Huh? Now I gave him a funny look. That wasn’t what I’d imagined coming next.

“Demented?” I asked. I was stuck on the wordkisswhich made my brain slow.

He ran his hand over the back of his neck, his frustration obvious. “If you’d come out here by yourself like you’d wanted the men would be picking up pieces of you along with the house.”

I jabbed my finger into his chest. “If I’d come by myself I would have parked in the street!” What a lame comeback. I wasn’t very good at confrontation. I’d hated when Nate had gotten in my face, told me how everything wrong in his life had been my fault. Maybe Iwasdemented.

He frowned, blue eyes blazing. “What the hell does that mean?” He had the look of a man who was talking to a woman who really was demented. I couldn’t blame him.

I felt tears burn the back of my eyes, knew that while he wanted to kiss me, he didn’t wantme. “I have no idea!” I swallowed the lump of frustration and old fear trying to escape. “Nate used to yell at me and I don’t like it.”

I looked down at the ground. Anywhere but at Ty.

“I bet he never yelled at you about a house exploding.”

I shook my head. “No. Just sex,” I replied, nonchalantly. I looked up at him, surprised. Crap, I hadn’t meant to let that slip out. Too much information and no one wanted to hear about the guy who came before, even if he was dead.

Ty pulled his head back a bit and looked at me strangely. “Sweetheart, I can guarantee I’ll never yell at you about sex.” He leaned back in, this time so close he whispered in my ear. I felt his breath hot on my neck and I shivered. His knuckles ran up and down my bare arm, goose bumps rising. My body responded to him so well.Toowell. “You, however, can yell all you want. Hell, I bet I can make you scream.”

He was right. Iwasdemented. Demented enough to turn my face into his and kiss him. Not just a little peck on the cheek,but the kind where you grab the hair at the back of his neck and settle in for a while.

After a second of stunned stillness, he took over. Gentleness was now over. His kiss was a little rough, his tongue moved quickly to find mine. Heat flared and I moaned, which only spurred him to take it deeper. His hand cupped my nape and held me in place, tilted me as he wanted.

God, he was a good kisser! Amazing. Deep licks, soft pecks, dominant possessiveness.

I was equally desperate to lose myself in the kiss, holding him close, even hooking my leg around his. I could feel everyhardinch of him.

What an insane morning! The adrenaline was bleeding into the kiss, into the need to take him right here on the street. I went hot all over, and weak. I felt alive, and after the death-defying experience, it was wonderful. I was walked backward and my back pressed up against something hard and cold. The fire truck. Ty’s chest was equally hard against my breasts and he could no doubt feel my hard nipples. His knee nudged my legs apart and he was even closer, his hard cock settling right at my pussy, our clothes the only barrier. Like a total hussy, I rolled my hips, rubbing against him. We groaned together.

I was so totally lost, so in over my head. So…forgetful. This couldn’t go anywhere, not here, not against a fire truck—although I was sure Goldie had an adult film of it in her collection at the store. But the actress wasn’t me.Thiswasn’t me.

I pulled back as best I could, remembering where we were.

“We…um…need to stop.” I breathed as if I’d run a mile.

Ty grinned, his eyes dark with lust. His lips were red and a little shiny. He pressed his cock into me once, then stepped back. “I’ve got that box of condoms if you want to start back up someplace a little more private.”

He kissed the tip of my nose and walked away, leaving me leaning against the fire truck, the only thing keeping me up.

Around lunchtime,I got a ride home with a sheriff. Ty’d had to stay behind and wait for the insurance adjuster and complete the paperwork about his flattened truck. Kelly had been kind enough to drive Bobby and Zach into town in her epic van that held all her kids, and mine. The decibel level in the back had to be close to rock concert proportions.

I met them at Bogert Pool. Everyone piled out, pool noodles, goggles and towels flying every which way, ready for an afternoon of swimming. Bogert was the city’s outdoor pool which had swim lessons in the morning—which Zach and Bobby went to—and open pool hours all afternoon. It was noisy and chock full of kids, but usually the boys ran into someone they knew and played the afternoon away in the shallow pool. I was content with the sun and cool water.

Kelly and I sat on the edge of the shallow end and watched the younger ones splash and swim. I wore the green bikini I’d gotten two years before from mail order. It wasn’t super revealing, although my larger chest size provided ample cleavage no matter what I wore and made me feel a little self-conscious. Kelly wore a typical mom-kini. A brightly patterned, mostly pink tank and swim skirt. It, of course, looked cute on her. If I wore her suit, I’d be spilling out the top and the little ruffles on the skirt would look like bloomers on me.

“I don’t know if I should laugh at you or hug you. I’m so glad you’re all right, but I can’t believe it. The house blew up and Ty’s truck….” Kelly shook her head. There really wasn’t much else to say. The rest—the why, the who and how—were still mysteries.I had hoped to go to the garage sale house and get answers. Instead, I only had more questions. More problems.

And that was just the gnome mystery. That didn’t even include Ty and the mystery of the kiss. The Kiss. It deserved capital letters because it was monumental. Memorable. Unforgettable. At the same time, it really wasn’t that complicated. It was just a kiss. An extremely hot, steamy, frantic kiss. My bones had practically melted, my brain had seeped out my ears. My nipples got rock hard just thinking about it. And lower, I was achy and eager for that thick cock I’d felt.

“Explain to me again your problem with Ty?” Kelly asked. “It was a kiss.”

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