Page 12 of Forbidden Ride
Chapter Six
It’s still snowing, and I’m still mortified about William catching me playing with myself. But last night seems like a dream—the whole day, really. After everything I went through, I guess it’s no surprise that yesterday is a bit of a blur.
And in my defense, I don’t have a whole hell of a lot of control over what I do in my sleep. On top of that, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt even remotely sexy. I obviously had some pent-up needs. Hell, I’m smiling. Having those two orgasms was probably good for my health.
It isn’t like I have a job where I have the opportunity to meet anyone single. Half the time I don’t even come into contact with anyone older than nine. And most of the dads I meet at the parent–teacher conferences are married. The ones who aren’t, I have zero interest in.
William isn’t on the couch. I scan the room and spot him in the kitchen. He has his back to me, wearing some kind of sexier-than-thou lounging pants that hang low on his hips, and a T-shirt that seems to be working overtime to cover his rippling muscles. Lord have mercy.
I climb out of bed without a word and sneak into the bathroom. He’s laid out fresh towels, and there’s a new toothbrush still in its package next to the toothpaste. I take a quick hot shower and brush my teeth.
I don’t even remember what I packed. I’ve left all the bags from my car in the other room. I’m not going to bother rummaging around for my clothes, so I slip right back into William’s sweatshirt and pants. I leave the bathroom and head back to the main room.
“Come here, my little pussy,” William calls out. I stop in my tracks. “Don’t play coy with me. You know what you want, pretty girl.”
Wait. What?
I stay quiet in the hall and don’t move another inch. Did one of his girlfriends manage to get to the cabin somehow? The snow is still coming down in buckets. I’m sure the roads haven’t opened yet. “Here, pussy, pussy, pussy.”
Okay. Now, I get it. I think. I creep further down the hall, staying as quiet as I can, to be on the safe side. I peek around the corner and spot William bending, waving something. My eyes travel down, following his hand, and then I notice the cat.
“See, I knew you’d like cheese.”
I’m slack-jawed, fixated on the sight of William, all gorgeous and burly, being so gentle and sweet with the most adorable black and white kitty.
Does this guy get any better? He likes cats. I like cats. My brothers prefer dogs though. And because Chase, Ryder, and Shane ruled the roost back when we were kids, I’ve never had a cat of my own. I’ve been planning to rescue one as soon as the twins are a little older.
“Playing with your pussy, I see.” For God’s sake. I didn’t mean to say it out loud. I tense up in a knot of regret as William bolts upright in shock.
At a loss for words, he stares me down and then breaks into a booming laugh. “I’m not the only one.”
It takes a second to register. “You got me there,” I say, bursting out laughing too, mostly out of relief that last night’s little escapade with my fingers is all out in the open now.
“I didn’t mean to suggest thatyouwere playing withyourpussy. I mean, obviously, I know you don’t have a...” Where the hell am I going with this?Shut up.William cocks a brow, waiting. I blow out a breath. “What I meant to say is, your cat’s really cute.”
“Right.” He winks. “That’s what I knew you meant to say.” He chuckles, and his low raspy rumble makes a direct shot to my insides, turning them upside down. Thankfully he doesn’t bring up last night and scoops the cat into his arms. “She’s still a little shy and was probably hiding in the closet.”
