“No,” she told me.
I grinned at my girl. “Let’s go play.”
She grinned back.
Then my baby girl and me played with makeup.
* * * * *
I hit the garage door button and stepped out of the door that led to the garage after waving at my kids as they backed down my drive.
It closed on me and I wandered to the kitchen.
Smiling, I grabbed my phone and started alternately texting Lawr and Robin to share all the news of my first good weekend with my kids in over a year.
While doing this, my phone in my hand rang.
It was Mickey.
I answered it, “Hey, honey.”
“It’s after five. They gone?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Today good?” he asked.
He knew yesterday was, I’d reported it to him through texts.
“It was great, honey.”
“Right, then get your ass over here. Makin’ you dinner and it’s almost ready.”
My toes curled, my belly flipped and my soul took flight.
“I’ll be right over.”
“Amy?” he called before I could say good-bye, ring off and race over to his house (without looking like I was racing, obviously).
“Yes?”
“Bring a nightie.”
My knees wobbled, my belly dipped and my heart soared.
“Okay, Mickey.”
“See you in a minute.”
“You will. ’Bye.”
“Later.”
We hung up.
I dashed to get a nightie.
I shoved it in my purse with my phone, a small travel bag of facial cleanser and moisturizer, as well as an extra pair of panties.
Then I went over to Mickey’s.
Chapter Eighteen
Path That Was Dark and Forbidding
“Baby.”
I kept working Mickey’s cock.
“Amy.”
That was a growl.
I kept bobbing and sucking.
His hand cupped my cheek.
“Amy, baby, fair warning.”
Each word was a groan.
I slid him up, kept the tip in my mouth as I rolled it with my tongue and looked up his fantastic torso to his burning blue eyes.
That was mine. I gave him that.
Me.
Holding those eyes, I slid down, taking him deep.
His head fell back to the arm of my daybed and watching it, I felt a rush of wet hit between my legs.
Then I went for it, gave it, gave it good, and swallowed the evidence of the last.
I licked him clean then made my way up his body, kissing his stomach, his chest, his neck, and only when his arms closed around me did I settle, skin against skin on Mickey.
I caught his eyes and when I did, he muttered, “She’s cute, a smartass, makes great brownies and swallows.”
“Is this a stamp of approval?” I asked.
His hand slid down and clenched my behind. “Like you don’t know a man gets off on a woman who takes all of him in her mouth.”
I grinned and I could tell it was smugly.
His gaze narrowed on my mouth right before he surged up. I cried out. Then I was down, head to the pillow on the other side of the daybed and Mickey was on top of me.
“Payback,” he whispered.
And without hesitation, he commenced working his way down my body until he threw my legs over his shoulders, dipped his face to me and proved that payback Mickey Donovan style was, one hundred percent, not a bitch.
* * * * *
It was September, the weather had cooled, though not that much. But I had a fireplace in my bedroom. It was easy to light and it was romantic. So, in front of said fire, after I gave it to Mickey with my mouth and he returned the favor, we laid under my new, fluffy, soft afghan, naked and silent on my daybed, sometimes stroking but mostly just holding each other and watching the fire.
It was Wednesday after my kids left me and Cillian and Aisling were at friends’ houses, Cillian hanging, Aisling doing some school project.
This meant we had time.
It was just time that was going to end.
“When do you have to go get Cill again?” I asked.
“Eight thirty,” he answered.
I stayed as connected to him as I could and reached to the closest thing that would give me what I needed, this being his phone. I pressed the button on the bottom and saw it was just going eight.
I dropped the phone and snuggled back into him, muttering, “Half an hour.”
“Come away with me.”
My head jerked against his chest before I lifted it and looked at him. “I’m sorry?”
“Got the kids this weekend. Next weekend I don’t, and you don’t have yours. And Jimbo’s got a hunting cabin that his wife took over to make it a cabin-cabin. It doesn’t have a lot, but it’s got everything you need. Jimbo uses it when he hunts but she uses it to hang around and read while he hunts. Been there once. It’s a nice place. Not much, bed, kitchen, stereo, no TV. If he’s not usin’ it, wanna take you there.”