His head came up and he was grinning when he looked at me. “That something they would do?”
“Kate, no, Keira, yes, once she figures out kegs exist. Kate would be running through the house trying to get people out or cleaning up and fretting the whole time that someone would break a glass or knock over the TV. Keira would be in the kitchen, not a care in the world, shot gunning beers.”
He was still grinning when he asked, “Yeah?”
I grinned back and shook my head. “No, they’re both good kids. They’re probably watching a movie while Kate texts Dane, who’s out with his friends tonight, and Keira texts everyone in three counties. But I know Keira, there’ll come a day when my house will look like the day after in a 80’s Brat Pack movie.”
“Weird Science,” he said on a smile.
“Sixteen Candles,” I one-upped him.
“You need to get home?” he asked and I looked at the clock on his shelves.
It was eight thirty. I didn’t need to get home and, even though it made me a terrible person, being on the couch with Mike who I liked too much in a way that was so confusing I couldn’t unravel it in a million years, I wanted to be home late, just in case Joe was watching for me.
“No,” I replied when I looked back at him.
“Good,” he muttered and his head came back down.
We made out more and it got heavy, mainly because we both liked it, but the progression was slow, natural, strangely like we’d fooled around on his couch hundreds of times before and when we did it, we always knew we had all the time in the world. This was a change from Joe, a nice one but one that reminded me of Tim, who also took his time, and I’d liked that too.
Eventually Mike’s hand curled around my breast and his thumb slid over the fabric of my blouse at my nipple.
I sucked in breath against his lips and arched my back to press into his hand.
“Sweetheart,” Mike called and I realized my eyes were closed so I opened them.
“Yeah?” I whispered, his eyes got soft, his lids lowered and his mouth touched mine as his thumb slid back across my nipple and I inhaled again.
“I wanna fuck you, honey,” he said quietly and I held my breath, wanting him to and not wanting him to, both at the same maximum strength.
He went on. “Right here or I take you to my bed. But before I do that, we gotta talk.”
“Okay,” I whispered, unsure about this talk because I was pretty sure what this talk was going to be about.
His hand left my breast and he fell to his side, rolling me to mine with his arm around me and he got up on an elbow, head in hand and looked down at me while he tangled his long legs with mine. I decided to get up on my elbow too and I rested my other hand on his chest.
“You ready for this?” he asked softly and I closed my eyes, drew breath into my nostrils and remembered he was a really good guy.
I opened my eyes and replied, “I don’t know.”
“We can go fast, we can go slow, I’m good with both. What I’m not good with is us goin’ fast when you wanna go slow but you not sayin’ anything, yeah?”
I nodded.
Then he spoke again and my entire body went solid because what he said introduced the part I knew he wanted to say.
“I’m also not big on sharing.”
“What?” I asked even though I knew exactly what he meant.
“Cal was at your house today.”
Shitshitshit!
I tried to be casual. It wasn’t like it was 1890 and I had to make sure no one saw my ankles. These days, women played the field just like men.
Right?
“Yeah, he was,” I affirmed, even though he was there, Joe was there and I was there when Mike asked me over for dinner.
“What was he doin’ there?”
“Fixing my garage door opener.”
“He do a lot a shit around your house?”
“Um… just the alarm system and the garage.”
“Things still complicated?”
The answer to that question was, more than ever.
Except, after that afternoon when Mike asked me to his house right in front of Joe and Joe didn’t blink, he didn’t freaking care, not even a little bit, maybe they weren’t.
I just didn’t want to admit it yet, even though I knew at the back of my mind and at the bottom of my heart, I knew.
I also knew, when I uncomplicated things, it would hurt a lot more than it should and more than I could take right then.
“He’s wound you up,” Mike said on a sigh.
“What?”
“Cal, he’s wound you up. Women get like that with him.”
“They do?”
“Yeah, the whole history… women love that shit.”
“What whole history?”
Mike stared at me then he asked, “You don’t know?”
“Don’t know about what?”
“About Cal, his wife, his Dad and his kid.”
I felt my body twitch and I whispered, “His kid?”
Mike stared at me a second then muttered, “Fuck.”
“Fuck what?”
Mike didn’t answer.