Page 425 of Small Town Firsts
“Call me Rainbow.” She pumped my hand. “Pleasure is all mine. Not every day I get to meet my little girl’s special guy.”
“I should hope not.”
Ryan pinched my butt. I didn’t mind, but I had to tug my jersey down in a futile attempt to hide my erection.
Who didn’t want to meet his girl’s mom when he had a hard-on?
“Unfortunately, I can’t say I’ve heard a lot about you.” She glanced pointedly at her daughter.
“I was getting there.”
“I did hear you were looking for intimate comfort for the winter months. It does get chilly in these parts, doesn’t it?” She fanned her face, stirring the tendrils of honey-colored hair clinging to her neck. “Not today though. I need a fan directed right between my legs.”
Dear God.
Ryan mumbled something under her breath.
Maybe a prayer. I needed one too.
“I’m going to start making a bunch built to scale. Brock said he’d model.”
I went somewhere else in my head. A safe space.
“And then she can use a warmer as a sleeve for her pleasure wand too. I wondered why she’d leave it on the couch, but now it makes more sense.” Rainbow looked me up and down while Iwondered if it was possible to be struck down by lightning when there was no storm on the horizon. “I can’t see why she’d need it with you, but toys can be fun!”
Ryan gripped my arms and towed me behind the SUV. “I need to chat privately with PMS. Be back soon.”
“Oh, okay. Calling dibs on the bed though,” Rainbow called after us. “Sorry, but Brock’s had a long day. I have extra headphones for PMS.”
I shut my eyes. “Two Moons calling me PMS. Thanks, Moonbeam.”
“Trust me, PMS is an improvement over what she called you when she first saw you.”
I did not want to know.
Ryan jabbed her finger into my chest. “You can’t be here. You have work in just a few hours. And even if you’ve quit, missing appointments isn’t like you. April is supposed to be back today.” She bit her lip. “Back to normal.”
I cupped her cheek. “What the hell is normal? I don’t want it. As for April, I’m not so sure about that. Did you speak to her tonight?”
Ryan frowned. “No, why?”
Quickly, I relayed what I knew. Her frown morphed into a smile. “Nah, that’s not April. She’s not a fling girl. She only has sex on the fifth date, every time.”
“Is it a Moon family policy to tell information others are not ready for and do not want?”
Ryan jerked a shoulder. “Probably. Just saying she didn’t bang your friend and split. And while using a fake name? That’s not my bestie.”
“How many best bishes do you have anyway?”
“One. Luna. April’s second tier.”
“How unfortunate.” I slipped my hands around her waist and drew her closer to bury my face in her windswept hair. Herhoney and floral scent soaked into me like a song I’d never grow tired of. “What tier am I?”
“PMS—”
“I hated that you left. I wondered if I’d ever get to tell you how I felt.” I eased back to see her eyes were wide and wary and so dark in the deepest part of the night.
But she wasn’t running away. So, I wouldn’t either.
