Page 7 of Space Balls: Houston, We Have Liftoff
“Excuse me?”
She rolls her eyes. “Good thing all the love birds are still distracted by classic eighties line dancing.” She grabs my arm not holding my jacket in front of me and leads me out the door. “Might as well just go out together. But if someone sees me and I have to explain why I was walking to the Big House with you, I’m not going to be happy.”
This is new. Someone whodoesn’twant to be seen with an astronaut.
I find that amusing rather than off-putting.
In fact, I’m so busy musing on how different this hook-up has gone in contrast to all my other hook-ups that I don’t even register where we are going.
Until we reach the porch of the West mansion.
Rose leaps up the steps and hurries to the front door. I’d be impressed with the flawless landing in her high heels if I wasn’t worried about where we are.
I pause on the step she jumped over. “You aren’t serious, are you?”
She stops, screen door half open. “About what?”
“Do you seriously want to break into the West mansion to have sex?”
She opens her mouth, then closes it, a smile curling up her face. The spotlight out front highlights the dimple in her left cheek. “No, old man,we’rebreaking into the West mansion to have sex.” And with that, she pushes open the front door, once more leaving me to follow.
I run a hand down my face, both amused and annoyed with myself. Because I know myself well enough to know that there is no way I’m not entering. Muttering, “One giant step for me, one giant leap for my dick,” I enter the ‘Big House.’
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Rose
Breaking into the West mansion.I snort, lifting my dress high so I don’t trip over it as I climb the stairs. Although I introduced myself as Jackie’s friend, I figured he’d know who I am. Or at least who I’m related to. But I guess it’s payback for not caring he’s an astronaut.
“Come on, old man,” I call down the stairs when Bodie enters the house and closes the door behind him.
The first stair creaks under his weight.
“And be quiet. We don’t want to get in trouble. I’ve already been arrested twice this year.”
“What?” His expression, shadowed in the dark, is priceless.
This is fun. Now I can see why Flynn didn’t tell Jackie about being a West at the start of their relationship.
“I’m kidding.” I reach the top of the stairs and unzip the side of my dress. “OramI?”
His response is cut off when I push the dress off my shoulders and let it drop, the chiffon pooling around my feet. Thanks to the discarded Spanx in the barn, I’m standing in only a nude lace bra and high heels. Since he doesn’t comment on my lack of panties, there’s no reason to tell him about the sweaty compression garment I left hanging on a nail in the tack room back in the barn. Let him think I went commando.
When he finishes picking his jaw up off the floor, he glances over his shoulder toward the door. “What if someone comes?”
“I guess we’ll have to be quick then, huh?” I step out of my dress and saunter down the hallway to the guest room. No need to take him to my room, where something might tip him off to who I am. It’s fun playing stranger danger.
My ass and boobs jiggle as I walk, but I’ve come to realize men appreciate the jiggle. I lean against the guest room door frame and look back.
Bodie’s on tiptoe, carrying my dress.
I giggle.
He scowls. “This may be my first time breaking and entering, but I know you’re not supposed to leave evidence at the scene of the crime.”
I reach out to take it from him, but he holds it out of reach. “I don’t actually want you to put it back on. I’m not stupid.” He tosses it over his shoulder and walks toward me, backing me into the room.
