Page 99 of One Last Time
“A very hot stripper with gorgeous titsand—”
Kristin glares at me, pointing her finger. “You are in big trouble.” Her voice drops low in an attempt to sound like me. “Sweetheart, I’ll just hold you until you fall asleep.” She shakes herhead.
I smile unapologetically as I get to my feet. “I like holding you,” I admit as I move toward her. “I like that you drop your panties.” My arms wrap around her middle. “And I like that you loveme.”
She starts to melt a little, moving her hand across my chest until another knock sounds. “Mommy. I want cereal,please!” Aubreywhines.
“Coming, baby! Why don’t you get a zoo animal to sit with you,” Kristin suggests and then turns back to me. “Clothes, and then you have togo.”
“Kris, there’s nowhere to go, we’ll handle it likeadults.”
Her eyes narrow, and I realize that wasn’t the best thing to say. I clearly am in the wrong for not leaving last night, and she’s going to beat me with my own arms. “Remember the window? You’re going to usethat.”
I’m not a small guy by any means. Sneaking out of windows was never really an option. “I’m not . . .” When I get a glimpse of her face, Istop.
Looks like I’ll be finding a way to make ithappen.
“Go.” She pushes my chest. “And then you can ring the doorbell or something, but they can’t know you slept here.” I’m not even sure what’s happening, but Kristin is shoving me in the direction of thewindow.
“You want me to climb out the window, go around the house, and then ring the doorbell?” I ask forclarification.
“Yes.”
“Instead of just explaining to thekids?”
She huffs. “Explain that their mother had mind-blowing sex with the guy they metyesterday?”
“I wasn’t suggesting any details, but I’m glad it was mind-blowing.”
Kristin runs her hands down her face. “Less talking and moreclimbing.”
The things men do for women areridiculous.
I lift the window open and look back to be sure she’s serious. She moves her hands and shoos, so I guess this is actuallyhappening.
“You’re going to owe me.” I try tojoke.
“You’re damn rightyouwill.” She huffs. “Now, go before my six-year-old finds a way to pick the lock, and if you think I’m kidding, I’mnot.”
Aubrey might not be able to, but I don’t doubt that Finn can. Instead of prolonging the inevitable, I do as she asks...demands. Yesterday was a crazy day for the kids, and she’s right to keep this a secret. Plus, I’d like to keep my current status with them both for awhile.
“I’m going, sweetheart.” I kiss hersoftly.
Here I am, thirty-eight years old and sneaking out of my girlfriend’s room so I don’t get caught spending the night. I guess you’re never too old for thisshit.
I sit on my ass, legs hanging a little, but because of my size, there’s no way that I won’t tear my back up. I flip around to my stomach, thinking if I can touch the ground first, it might not be as bad, it’s only a ten-foot drop. I look up, trying to get my toes to find the grass, and see Kristin standing there trying not tolaugh.
“You’re lucky I love you,” I grunt as I feelaround.
She heads to the window, takes my face in her hands, and kisses me hard. “Yeah, I totallyam.”
The bang on the door causes us both to jump a little. “Go,” I tellher.
“Mom-my!” Aubrey’s voice is loud, and she keeps hitting her hands on the wood. “You’re takingforever!”
I drop out the window while her back is turned and lean against thesiding.
“Sorry, sorry!” Kristin’s voice carries to me. “I’m herenow.”
