“I should… I should go.” I looked up at Helene, and her face fell. “It’s okay,” I reassured her. “I actually have to be in Allentown in a couple of hours to meet with a few different care facilities down there.” I glanced away for a moment.
When I looked back at Helene, her lips were parted and she just watched me. She shook her head as her focus dropped to the floor. I set my coffee on the counter, and when I turned to face Hilde, her focus was on her coffee cup in her hands.
“You’re worried about your sister. I understand.”
Hilde looked at me, staring blankly for a moment, but she finally nodded.
“I got my GED years ago, by the way,” I commented as I turned away from her.
“I’ll walk you out.” Helene took my hand as I passed her, and as we walked out of the kitchen we were passed by Sienna who had an armful of towels.
“Mommy, let’s play beauty salon. I wash your hair,” she said excitedly.
The last I heard of Hilde was as she took a deep breath and then sighed heavily. Helene walked outside to her front porch with me, and when I took the first step down, she tugged on my hand, and I turned to her. It put me face to face with her, and I focused on her eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Her expression was all concern.
I shook my head. “Don’t be.” I kissed her before she could say anything more.
I pushed my tongue past her lips, tasting the subtle vanilla of her coffee, and I touched that smooth soft skin inside her mouth. I’d never wanted the way I did with her. I’d wanted her when we were nothing more than teenagers, and I wanted her even more now. I wanted it all so fucking much—so much I was derailing me life. I hadn’t yet veered off course, but when I’d moved back to Hazleton, I knew there was an end to my time and that it would coincide with selling my father’s house. That sale was still approaching, but … I no longer knew for sure if my end here was.
She hummed quietly around my tongue, and she sucked on it slowly, erotically. My cock got hard as I listened to our lips smack and I felt the warmth of her mouth. Her body pressed against mine, and she clutched at my shoulders. I pushed my forehead against hers to stop the kiss, and it was only after many long moments of panting against one another’s lips that it was safe for me to pull back without the risk of attacking her mouth again.
“Do you want me to go with you?” She studied my eyes.
It was such a simple thing, but that one question was a very powerful reminder of the friendship I’d walked away from when I left Hazleton. Helene knew how to be giving of her time and of herself. She always had, and I remembered that so clearly about her. Some people were good at giving when it required no real sacrifice, but she’d been one of those rare people who was willing to sacrifice—really sacrifice. And that had always impressed the hell out of me about her.
I lifted her hand, focusing on the skin her coffee had burned. It was pink between her thumb and her index finger, and I pulled her hand to my mouth, sucking on that U-shaped stretch of skin that spanned the space. Her lips parted as she watched, and when I pulled back, I blew on the glistening skin and her breath left her in a quiet rush.
“That’s okay,” I finally responded. “I’m sure you have work to do. I can handle this.” I smiled at her, and I kissed her. It was supposed to be one last quick kiss, but … it was a few minutes later by the time I gave her lips back to her. “I need to see you tonight,” I murmured against her mouth.
“What do you want to do?” Her face was sweet as she looked at me.
“Whatever I need to do to get your fingers wrapped around my cock.” I smirked, and then I ran down the steps to my dad’s truck before she could respond. I waved as I climbed in, and then I backed out.
I didn’t bother going home to shower and change—not for nursing home hunting. Besides, there was something exceptionally hot about the fact her cum was on my skin, and I wanted to keep it there for a while. Instead, I stopped and grabbed breakfast on my way out of town and headed to Allentown early.
I picked up my phone, dialing quickly once I was on the road.
“This is Ross Bernstein.”
“It’s Kane.”
“Hey, Kane. Haven’t talked to you for a while. I’m glad you called. I was going to reach out to you soon, just to see how everything was going with your father’s house and your … plans.”
“Well, that’s just it…” I didn’t say anything more. I wasn’t really sure how to continue.
“Change of heart?” Ross asked sympathetically.
I sighed. “I don’t know.”
“Listen, it’s my job to support you however you want to go about this. It’s certainly not a decision I would try to make for you.”
“Yeah,” I mumbled.
“You don’t have to make any decisions right away. It’s not like there’s a timeline that has to be set in stone with this thing.”
“I know. I just … wanted to check in.”
“Okay. You take your time and don’t rush this.”
“Okay, thanks. I’ll talk to you soon.”