Page 20 of Until Now
“There’s no such thing. I am always on call for Bing. And while you’re responsible for Hunter, the same applies to you.”
My sigh leaves its mark.
“But we can do everything possible to prevent being needed. Like having someone watch both boys,” she whispers in my ear.
One last look at her face. That smile. I’m hooked on it.
“That would work. Good thinking. How about Tuesday night?”
She chuckles.
“Too soon?” I ask.
“No. But that means I have to wait three whole days to kiss you again.”
“Babe, I’d be happy to stop by your work Monday and give you whatever you need. Whatever you need.”
There’s an intake of breath, and I feel the palm of her hand slap against my back. But she accepts the idea. I start the bike.
All the way back, I’m imagining fucking her. Can’t help myself. Who would blame me? Kiss? I’m way ahead of you, Dominique. Hopefully, I’m wrong about that, and she’ll be open to the idea. But I’ll follow her lead. If she rejects my overtures, then I’ll have to live with it. My balls are turning blue, thinking about the very real possibility.
There’s an earthiness about her. I bet she’s going to be a good lover. What do I base that on? Years of experience and my ability to spot real sensuality. The woman’s got it in spades. The way she looks at me compared to the Ken doll she’s currently seeing is telling. Wait! What about that? What we need to have is a long conversation. I’m going to call her tonight and see where her head’s at.
* * *
The conversation has been excellent. This is what happens when you talk to a woman who really lets you inside. A man automatically gives back. Both are listening, not just waiting for their turn to talk. We talked about Kim and how she’s recovering, when she’s coming home. I told her how my sister and I are close and how our nightly talks are beneficial to both of us.
I told her about my contracting business and how it took years to make a name. How I’m on the verge of getting an opportunity I’ve worked years for. When she asked about how it came to be that I lived in Tennessee for five years, I gave her the edited version. Donna and I met in Mexico on vacation, and she lived in Tennessee. When it ended, I moved back to California, where my family lives.
Didn’t want to sound like an idiot and add that I moved across the United States so she could stay by her family. Or that five years later, I found out she was unfaithful. The fact I was caught unaware makes me sound weak. I purposely left out those details.
She talked about her deep connection to the animals she treats and how her childhood led her there. She’s so interesting. Long conversations have never been my thing. I always seemed to be searching for the next thing to say. There’s none of that here. I could talk for hours. It has already been one and a half.
“You sound tired,” I say.
Through the phone, I hear a deep sigh escape her lips.
“I am. Mentally tired. Bing and I had words, and it blows my mind that he can’t understand why I’m upset.”
“I think it’s called thirteen.”
She chuckles, and I sense a smile on her.
“This puberty business is harder than I remember.”
“I remember the struggle. One minute you feel like a kid, and the next, your body is acting like a man. It’s not as easy as it sounds for a boy.”
“Well, you do have first-hand experience.”
Here’s my opportunity.
“True. Speaking of things a man thinks of, this man is thinking of you. Of us together.”
There is a beat while I hold my breath.
“Me too,” she whispers.
My dick just jumped, thinking of seeing her naked. Now the animal in me appears.
