Page 50 of We Were Something
“No,” I tell her. “Tonight was…a lot. Amazing, but a lot. I’d rather…embarrassingly…manage this on my own.”
She nibbles on her lip, considering me for a minute before she cheekily slides her hand into my pants. I can’t help the desperate breath that falls from my lips as she adjusts my hard dick, pointing it to the sky and tucking it under my waistband before removing her hand completely.
“There. Now you can walk me to my car,” she says, grabbing her purse off one of the stools at the counter. “And if you change your mind,” she continues, spinning around and aiming a smile my way, “please know that I wouldnotconsider it a hardship.”
I blink a few times, reminding myself that tonight was my first true sexual interaction with a new woman in nearly twenty years. I don’t have to go all in at once—no matter how desperately I want to.
“Thank you again for helping me out with the clothing tonight,” I say, trying to refocus on something else as we head toward the door. “I wouldn’t have had any idea where to begin.”
Paige smiles up at me. “Trust me when I say it was my pleasure.”
I tug the front door open and we both step outside.
“I’m actually wondering,” I start, the idea coming to me in the moment as I wonder when I’ll see her again, “would you be willing to come to the photo shoot next week? Help dress me and make sure theSouth Bay Lifestylepeople aren’t making me look like a total asshole?”
She lets out a giggle.
“You want me to dress you?” Then she stops us both and leans into me. “Or you want me toundress you?”
A million images flash through my mind at her suggestion, one right after the other: Paige taking off my shirt, unbuttoning my pants, taking my dick out, and…
Paige pulls me forward and giggles again, pressing the unlock button on her keys.
“I’d be happy to help,” she answers. “With anything. Call me soon so we can sort out the details.”
I nod, licking my lips and trying not to look like a man who feels nearly come undone by the events of this evening. “That I can do.”
We stare at each other for a long moment before I press her back against her Camaro and take her face between my hands.
“Tonight was fun,” I say, my thumb stroking along her jawline.
Then I dip down and kiss her deeply. Something I’ll remember later as I stand in the shower with my manhood in my hand, wondering why the hell I didn’t take her up on the offer to help me handle things.
When I pull back, I see her eyes are already glazing over again.
And seeing her just as drugged up by me as I am by her might be my new favorite thing.
“Listen, Logan, I don’t want this to be something that comes between us, okay?”
I take a deep breath as my mother’s voice surrounds me in the car on my drive into work.
“I’ve told you how I feel about it, mom,” I say, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice. “And you’re continuing to disrespect me by spending time with her.”
A long sigh comes through the speakers, and I can tell she is just as exhausted by this roundabout conversation as I am.
We’ve spoken many times about her desire to retain a relationship with Jen and my frustration that she’s continuing to stay in contact with her even though I don’t like it, yet she’s still getting together with her for, I don’t know…trips to the mall. Dinner.
I just don’t understand what can be so important about such insignificant things that she can’t just shut the relationship down. Especially considering the fact that she’s spending time yucking it up with the woman who cheated on me after fifteen years of marriage.
“I’m not disrespecting you, Logan,” she says, her tone exasperated, as if she’s talking to a child.
“Then what would you call it?” I enquire, wanting her to try to identify this thing for what it really is.
“I would call it you being unrealistic with your expectations. You don’t get to control me. I’m your mother.”
“You think it’s unrealistic for me to ask you not to spend time with the woman who cheated on me and is now pregnant with that man’s child?” I ask, my words rumbling out from between my clenched teeth.
“A grandchild is nothing to get upset about, Logan. Why can’t you see that Jennie is—”
