Nick looks extremely smug, as he should. "Any chance you could ride my cock right now, the way you rode my mouth?"
I shake my head. "You have such a way with words," I tell him, and get to work doing just what he asked.
This time we both come together, and it feels amazing.
Afterward, I fall beside him, and he pulls me close enough that I rest my head on his chest.
Instead of dozing off during the time we have left before his alarm goes off, we catch up on what we missed in each other's lives yesterday.
Nick asks me how I found the place Mathias Bigelow wanted to rent me. I tell him a realtor that someone in my apartment building knew about from a friend.
"What is his name?"
"Derrick Williams," I tell him.
"Interesting," he says.
"Why is that interesting?" I ask.
"It just is," he answers.
I shrug and then tell him about the café, the issues, and my hopes the loan comes through fast.
"I can help," he offers.
I kiss his smooth chest. "I can't take your money. It's not that I don't appreciate the offer, it's just that I have to do this on my own."
"Okay, then I can do the labor. And Ash and Hayden will help, I'm sure. It might take a little longer because we'll have to do the work after hours, but we can do it."
I rise up onto my elbows. "You'd do that for me?"
"Yeah, I would."
"Thank you," I kiss his lips softly, "but let's cross our fingers that the loan comes through before we have to resort to that."
He chuckles and runs his fingers down my back. "If it doesn't, and I have to do the work, I'll be sore, and I might require nightly rub-downs. Everywhere. All over my body."
I grin at him. "I'll even call you sir while I'm oiling you up."
"Only if you ask me if I want a happy ending," he jokes.
This time I laugh, and when I lay my head back down, I can't help but wonder . . .
A happy ending.
Is that even possible for me?
Nick
THE GYM AT the Preston School looks like something you'd find on one of those reality TV shows.
Sure, there are the typical items-a trampoline, balance beam, and padded walls, but there is also a rock climbing wall and an obstacle course.
Drop off is in the gym today. Max squeezes my hand as I lead him inside for the last time. Fiona and Ethan's flight is due to land at any moment, and they'll be picking him up. Tess offered to pick them up, but Ethan has arranged for a car.
"I'm going to miss you," Max says, looking up at me.
I squat down. "I'll miss you too, but I'll be over to visit."
He frowns. "It won't be the same."
I rub my hand over the top of his curly hair. "What makes you say that?"
"Tess won't be there with you."
I crook my finger. "What if she will?"
He stares at me, confused.
He's not quite three, so I have no idea how to explain our situation. "How about I make sure to bring her along when I come? Would you like that?"
Max shakes his head vigorously.
I can't help but laugh, and then I scoop him up for a hug.
Just as I set him down, his classmates begin playing on the mini balance beam. "I gotta go," he yells taking off.
"Don't run," his teacher calls.
"Bye, Max," I say, sadness setting in.
As I walk away, I realize how much I've gotten used to the little champ. It might have only been two weeks, but after babysitting him I feel like something in my life is missing.
It was only four months ago that I turned thirty and thought my life would remain the same exact way for the next ten years because I like things the way they were. I believed that being single was where it was at. I hadn't foreseen ever wanting to change anything about my life.
Now, though, I'm actually feeling slightly jealous of Ethan-with his house and family.
Could I have that?
My cell rings, and as I look down at my screen, I shake off the weird thoughts. "Hello."
"Nick, it's me," Hayden says.
Still somewhat dazed, I open my car door. "Hey, Hayden, I'm just on my way in. What's up?"
"Remember those four clients Natasha showed some of our rental properties to last week?"
Hopping in, I quickly start the Rover. "The ones that Bigelow undercut?"
"Yeah, those ones. You're never going to guess who the realtor was that sent them our way?"
I pull out and head south. "Derrick Williams."
"You got it. And he's also the agent on record for the sale of the building I lost last week."
"Are you kidding me?