Page 60 of Everlasting Love

Vi reaches out and grips my hand, much like Jas did to her. “Hold on.” She kisses Jas one last time, climbs from the bed, and tucks the blankets around her daughter, then leads me out of the room and into the hallway. “Thanks for following through with her bedtime story. I’m sure it’s the last thing you wanted to do,” she says softly, her eyes firmly planted on my chest.

I tip her chin up. “Don’t ever doubt my promises. I always follow through.” I watch her throat move as she swallows and I want to dip down and glide my tongue over the pulse point which is fluttering a fast rhythm at the base. Resisting her is becoming more and more difficult and I’ve been here less than six hours. She swipes her tongue across her bottom lip and her breaths come in short bursts. I rake my eyes over her, taking in her aroused state—like I’m not already struggling to hold myself in check, she has to be so damn tempting.

Fuck it!

I sweep forward and take her lips, using my hands on her hips to bring her body flush with mine. The blood in my veins hums to life, heating my body and surging to my dick. Her hands encircle my neck, so I quickly tug them free and step her backward so she’s pressed against the wall. Gripping each hand securely, I raise them above her head and press them firmly against the wall without breaking our kiss. Her tongue tangles passionately with mine and it’s so easy to get lost in her. To get lost in the feel of her against my body, her heart beating against mine. To get lost in her taste and heat. I press my hips tightly against her and the creak of a door opening down the hallway snaps me out of the spell Vi always seems to cast on me.

“Sorry to interrupt. I’m just grabbing a glass of water. Either of you need anything from downstairs?” Rose says with a smirk as she points downstairs.

I drop Vi’s hands and take a giant step away from her, my back colliding with the opposite wall. I watch intently while a flush stains the cheeks of the woman I was just kissing as the realization dawns that we were caught making out like a couple of horny teenagers by her mom. “No thanks, Mom. I’m just gonna have a shower.” She jerks her thumb toward the bathroom.

“You might want to make it a cold one,” Rose shoots back with a snicker.

“Mom!” Vi admonishes.

“Just sayin’,” Rose sings over her shoulder as she heads downstairs.

Vi chuckles and turns to me. “Well, that was embarrassing.”

I rub my hand over my short hair filled with disbelief that I just mauled her in front of her mom. “Sorry about that. I’m just gonna head downstairs and watch some TV if that’s okay.”

“Sure. Make yourself at home. You don’t need to check in with us.”

I tossmy pillow to the other side of the bed and climb to my feet. Sleep is a fickle bitch. Pulling on my sweatpants, I dig in my overnight bag for my Kindle but come up empty-handed. Damn. I must have packed the damn thing with the rest of my gear. I pause for a moment and try to remember seeing it over the last few days. It was on my bedside drawers, so it’s probably packed in the box with that stuff. I head toward the door ready to find it. Thinking better of it, I grab a T-shirt and throw it on, then make my way downstairs to search among the boxes in the garage.

Turning on the light, I scan the stacks of boxes in the double garage. We were all stacking boxes in here this afternoon. I’m just going to have to move each one until I find the one I need. I move each box, methodically stacking them on the opposite side of the space.

“Who’s there?” Vi’s shaky voice echoes through to the garage from the kitchen, and I turn in time to see her silhouette in the doorway. She’s carrying a damn baseball bat and I see red.

“What the hell are you thinking coming down here with a fucking baseball bat?” I take long strides to get in her space and snatch the bat out of her hands. “Now I have a weapon I can easily use against you,” I snap.

Her hands fly to her hips, making her tits jiggle beneath the flimsy camisole she’s wearing. “I was defending myself. I only let the bat go because it was you.”

I grunt. “Sure.” When I realize how close we are I take a step away from her. “What are you doing down here in the middle of the night, anyway?”

“I heard a noise and came to investigate.” She huffs and takes a couple of steps around the garage. It’s then I notice she’s onlywearing panties with that damn camisole and I pause to take her all in. Her hair’s all mussed and I can imagine what it would look like after I’ve had my hands tangled in it.Fuck. “What are you doing?”

I follow her, keeping a safe distance so I don’t maul her like I did in the hallway upstairs. My blood boils at the thought of her fighting off an intruder and my hand itches to slap her ass to teach her a lesson. “Considering I’m staying with you, you didn’t think to wake me soIcould investigate?”

One shoulder rises and falls carelessly. “I’m used to doing things like that for myself. Even when I was with Allen, he was barely home, so I’d have to do most things.” He’s an even bigger sack of shit than I thought. “Anyway, what are you doing down here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“I never sleep well and tonight was no different. I was looking for something.” I place the bat on top of a stack of boxes and move another box, turning my back to her. “You should go back to bed.” I need to get her away from me.

She steps closer and shakes her head, causing her natural scent to fill the space. “What are you looking for? Maybe I can help.”

I glance down at the box I’m carrying. “Found it. Do you have a box cutter?”

“Yeah. Hang on, I’ll grab it.” She spins and walks quickly inside, giving me a spectacular view of her ass covered in simple cotton panties. Shit.

I place the box on the workbench, adjust my cock, and wait. Violet returns a few minutes later with what I need. “Thanks.” I take the cutter from her and slice through the tape. Meanwhile, she hoists herself up onto the bench beside me, stealing my concentration. Damn woman. She has no idea what she does to me. “You should go back to bed,” I grunt.

“I’m okay. I want to see what you’re looking for.” She grips the edge of the workbench and crosses her ankles, swinging her feet back and forth. Her tits jiggle with each movement and my cock grows thicker; my breaths become choppy at the sight of her breasts free from the constraints of her bra. The cooler night air is making her nipples bead, and the position she’s in presses them together beautifully. I’d do anything to be able to bury my face in the crease between them. I snap my head back to the box I’m opening. “What was so important that you had to come down here looking for it in the middle of the night?”

Without looking up at her, I grunt, “My Kindle.” This woman turns me into a damn caveman with all the grunting I do because I have to concentrate on keeping my dick in my damn pants.

Her eyes light up. “Yeah? What types of books do you read?” She swings her feet again, and I suppress a groan.

I’m not ashamed of what I read, the books help me immensely but I don’t think it’s common for men to read what I read. “Romance books,” I mumble.

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