Laney’s washing dishes. She looks up, and her round face lights. “Did you come to entertain the young master?”
I giggle. She calls him that because it aggravates him. It always has. Even since before I came to live here, I remember her saying that to ten-year-old Danny and him turning red-faced over it. I return her smile.
She nods toward the stairs. “He’s in the theatre. I’ll bring up some snacks and lemonade in a few minutes.”
“Great. Thanks.”
As my foot hits the bottom step, she calls, “So glad you’re here. He’s driving me bats.”
The door’s open just a crack, so I tap as I push. A movie plays and the lights are low.
Danny looks up from his recliner. “Oh thank God. I thought you’d never show up.”
I prop my hands on my hips. “Where are all your buddies? Or all your girls?”
He lifts his good hand in an exaggerated shrug. “Don’t know. They’ve all abandoned me in my time of need. You’re the only one I can count on, Mo.”
With a roll of my eyes, I drop onto the double recliner next to Danny’s single. “Don’t be too sure of yourself. I’m here until you tick me off. Then I’m out. So behave yourself.”
“Who? Me? I always behave. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I toss him a skeptical look. “We’ll see.”
True to her word, a couple of minutes after I settle in, Laney bumps the door with her hip and carries in a tray laden with brownies and lemonade.
She picks up Danny’s arm and inspects the bandage. “Okay. Since Mo’s here, I’m going to head on out. My sister’s coming into town this afternoon and I need to pick up a few things at the market and get home before she arrives.”
My stomach flips. “You’re leaving? But I thought you’d be here for a while.”
Laney’s smile is radiant. “Oh, I’m certain you can handle the young master. His wound seems to be doing just fine. Looks like he’s able to do pretty much anything he wants as pain allows.”
Danny stands and gives Laney a one armed hug. “Okay. Well, you should get going then. Don’t want you to be late for your sister—Della, isn’t it? Tell her we say hi.”
Laney bustles out and Danny plops down on the empty half of my recliner.
I scoot against the arm as he curls a finger in my tangled hair. “You’re beautiful. You know that?”
I squash the tickle in my gut. “How many pain killers did you take?”
He cocks his head and frowns. “None. I’m good. Six stitches is nothing. I’ve had worse. And I didn’t even cut any major nerves or arteries. Barely a flesh wound. Why? You don’t think you’re beautiful?”
“Come on, Danny. Let’s not do this, please. I’m here to keep you company. Don’t ruin it already.”
He pulls away and lays his hand across the backrest. “Okay. You’re right. I’m sorry. Watch a movie with me? Or we can play a game. You used to love cards; want to play some Rummy or something? I’d suggest strip poker, but I won’t. Unless you’re game. Because it is kind of warm in here, I could shed some clothes and be more comfortable.”
I hide my smile behind my hand as I shake my head. “You’re a piece of work.”
In one deft move, with his good hand he yanks his shirt open, sending buttons flying in all directions. His chest and abs flex, every muscle defined as the low light trips across the high points. He looks down. “Yeah, I guess I am a piece of work. Not bad, eh?”
I lean over and grab the remote from the arm of his abandoned chair, shoving it into the middle of his gorgeous belly. “Here, turn on something from the beginning so we can both watch the movie.”
He winks. “So, you think you’d help me with my fly if I have to take a leak? I might even let you hold it if you ask nicely.”
I cross my arms and stare at the screen.
He’s such a mess.
*
By early evening, my head rests on Danny’s chest, and just like in my dream his heart beats strong and steady as we eat pitted cherries from the same bowl.
I have no willpower. I admit it. Good thing he doesn’t know or I’ll be screwed. Both figuratively and literally.
Having sex with Danny isn’t an option. I can’t be another condom wrapper at his feet.
I won’t.
Mo has no idea how fucking hard it is to keep my hands to myself. Her hair flows over my chest, tickling my belly when I breathe. I’ve been half-cocked since she showed up this morning, her hair tousled like she’d been made love to all night.
God, what I’d give to see how she’d look after I’ve had my way with her into the wee hours of the morning. Probably just like she looks now, only well-fucked, with her lips swollen from my kisses and from my cock pumping into her mouth over and over. Her pussy would be puffed-up too, soft and pink, from me sucking it, licking it, and finally pounding it. I bet she tastes like heaven.