Page 34 of Accidentally Mine
She nodded.“Did you get my message?I’m sorry.I totally forgot.And then I realized I didn’t have your number.”
Well, that was an even better sign.
We stood there, the four of us, out in front of the house, like a tableau, before Ernest clapped his hands.“Hell,” he said to me, “this is really no problem at all.I can take your aunt, dear.”
Roselynn’s aunt nearly jumped into his arms.“Yes.Re…Roselynn.We’ll be fine.This is such a beautiful setup.You two should enjoy yourselves.”
Roselynn gave her the eye of death, still hesitating.There was something that had her holding back.“All right,” she said finally, smiling at me.“Since I know you’re just as stubborn as I am and won’t let it go.”
Our gazes locked.“You’re learning.”
I stepped back from the staircase, relieved, and ran my hand over my jaw as she stepped out onto the tiny rectangle that was their front lawn.She motioned to the picnic basket as Ernest held out his arm in a gentlemanly gesture to escort Marie toward the car.“Don’t forget to tell him about the dizzy spells you’ve been having!”Roselynn called after her.
Marie ignored her, blew a kiss at us and winked.“Don’t forget to tell your date what a stick in the mud you are, doll!”
I smiled at that, but mostly my smile was for the blush of embarrassment that crept over Roselynn’s pale cheeks.She seemed to forever be blushing in her aunt’s presence.Her aunt did seem to be rather…sexually charged.The movies in the living room, the way she’d looked me over like a cake she wanted to devour.She clearly had something going on in her head.
But I knew she and Ernest would get along famously.Two crazy kids from Southie, out on the town.
Ernest got her situated in the back of the car, gave me a salute, dipped into the driver’s seat, and whisked her away.
“Is your valet going to take good care of my aunt?”Roselynn asked as she knelt down on the blanket.
“Is your aunt going to take good care of my valet?”I shot back with a sly smile.
She smiled back, but there was worry in there.“I couldn’t even tell you.She’s been having a lot of mini-strokes lately and each one seems to take a little bit of my old Aunt Marie away from me.I’m worried about her.”
“Strokes?They have her on medication?”
She nodded.“She’s changed a lot since her health started to decline.She never used to be so…so…” she leaned forward, her blush deepening, “horny.It’s like the strokes are messing with her brain.”
“That can happen.”I knew better than anyone.Although for me, my sex-drive had gone the opposite way.That was, until I’d met this maddening woman, who was currently chewing on her lust bottom lip.Damn.I cleared my throat.“Are they keeping a close eye on her vitals?Because it all can play a part.”
An old man in slippers and a bathrobe walked by with a dachshund on a leash.He gave us a curious look as it sniffed the basket and my shoes.I petted it behind the ear before the man pulled it away and continued along the narrow sidewalk.
“I’m sorry.I shouldn’t be burdening you with these troubles.”She motioned to the basket and said, “You know, the park is right around the block.”
I gave her suggestion a dismissive wave.“Scenery here’s so much better.Those recycling crates lined up on the curb add to the ambiance.”
I opened the picnic basket and laid out everything I knew she’d like.Chocolate croissants.Chocolate muffins.Chocolate bars.And a thermos of coffee.
She grinned at the selection.“Yum,” she said in approval, reaching for a croissant.She sank her teeth in and moaned, and my dick woke a little more.“This is amazing.”
You’re amazing.I leaned back and crossed my legs at the ankle as she got comfortable on the blanket, reclining on her side.“Blame Ernest.It was his idea.”
“Really?He’s a romantic?”
I shrugged, noticing that people from neighboring houses were now looking out their windows at us.“No, he’s pretty much your typical dirty ol’ Southie boy.He just knows everything.I have a question, he has the answer.He’s like a walking Google.That’s why I rarely go anywhere without him.He’s also like a substitute father, in a lot of ways.”
She let out an, “Aw,” as she finished her croissant and licked her fingers.“Well, he is a very smart man.”
I poured us each a mug of coffee, then pushed the sugar and creamer packets over to her.“All those Southie boys are.”
“Aren’t you eating anything?”she asked.
I shook my head.I wasn’t wanting chocolate right now.But I was craving this woman in a way I hadn’t craved anything in a long, long time.My head filled with visions of me nibbling chocolate off parts of her body.
“Look,” she said after a moment of staring into her coffee like it held the answer to her problems.“This was very nice, but I really can’t get involved with anyone now.”
