Page 24 of Love Over Easy

David

As soon as I walk in the house, I know we’re not going to be able to pick up where we left off earlier in the day. My dick isn’t very happy, but he’s just going to have to get over it. Besides, it’s too soon for more, especially with her secrets still between us.

I toss my keys in the bowl by the door and head towards the laughter. I find my mom and Shy on the back deck, each with a glass of wine and an empty bottle on the table between them. I stand by the patio door and watch them for a few moments.

My mom is incredible and very beautiful. Her heart is just as lovely. I switch my eyes to Shy. I’ve never seen her so relaxed. She’s smiling and laughing at something Mom says. She’s probably telling Shy about some embarrassing childhood incident of mine and I don’t even care.

Being with Shy earlier rocked my world off its axis. I’ve never had a more sexually fulfilling experience without getting naked. The sounds she made, the way she rubbed against my cock, her taste, and the look on her face when she came made me feel things I’ve never felt before. Ever. I want more, but I need to know her secrets before we go any further.

I also need her to understand that this isn’t my bid for a wife. I’m not like most men on the island. A wife isn’t my end game. This is just what it is. Sex with all the pleasure she wants.

Great. Now I’m hard again.

Instead of going outside to join them, I run upstairs and jump into a cold shower. Fifteen minutes later, I’m back at the patio door and this time I open it and walk out onto the deck.

My mom is the first to see me. “David, sweetie, you have the most adorable houseguest.”

Shy looks down and that guarded look reappears, along with a pink tinge to her cheeks. I know she’s remembering what we did earlier. I am too. “What have you ladies been up to?”

My mom isn’t fooling me when she says, “Oh, just girl talk.”

I don’t miss the way Shy bites her lip to keep from laughing. “I bet. Did you tell her every embarrassing story about me?”

The two women exchange looks and a conspiratorial chuckle before she replies, “Pretty much.”

Shy pushes up from the table. “Let me go get dinner ready. I’m sure you’re hungry.”

I would offer to help, but Shy is already breezing through the door and I’d like to have a private word with my mom. I don’t need her getting any ideas. I take the seat opposite her. “How long have you been here? I didn’t know you were stopping by today.”

“When a mother finds out her son has a woman living with him, it warrants an unannounced visit,” she says, with a grin playing around her lips.

Just as I suspected. “Mom…” My lips press together in frustration when she interrupts my “we’re only friends” explanation.

“She’s very sweet and I like her a lot, but something is bothering her. Has she talked to you about it?”

I’m not surprised my mom picked up on whatever Shy is holding close to the vest. “No, she hasn’t.”

If Shy didn’t say anything to mom about her bruises, I’m not going to mention them.

“Just be patient, dear. She’ll tell you her story when she’s ready.”

Shy comes back with a tray filled with our dinner. It smells incredible and my mouth waters. The rest of our meal is spent talking about Shy’s plans for the diner. Before my mom leaves for the evening, she makes plans to help Shy the rest of the week.

I’m not sure how I feel about my mom and Shy getting that close. Not that I’m concerned for her safety, but whoever did that to Shy is still out there. I don’t want my mom to get caught in the middle of whatever trouble comes to find Shy.

As soon as the door closes on my mom’s exit, the tension between us thickens. Shy picks at her thumbnail. I put her out of her misery. “Why don’t you go soak in the tub while I clean up the kitchen?”

She looks up, relief on her face. “No. That’s okay. I’m supposed to be doing that for you letting me stay here.”

I take the dish towel from her hand. I don’t want her to think she has to do things to pay me back. “I insist. You worked all day and then fixed that five-star meal. The least I can do is clean up. Now go.”

Her hand still grasps the towel. It’s easy for me to give a gentle pull on my end and Shy falls against me. I take her lips in a brief kiss. I stop before I can’t. “Now go, before I can’t let you leave.”

I’m thrilled when she pushes up on her toes and initiates another gentle touch of our lips. “Thank you,” she says and then she sprints from the room.

I brace myself on the counter with both hands and lean over, blowing out a breath of air. It takes a while before I can even think about washing dishes.

An hour later, I’m sitting on the couch with my feet propped on the coffee table, flipping through channels, when I hear the stairs creak. That sound is the reason we never could sneak in or out of the house when we were teenagers. We always thought Dad didn’t fix it for that same reason.

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