“And I like you, and just about now, I can say I’d like to be inside you.”
Just about now, I could say I’d like that too.
I moved my hand against him, rol ing my thumb over the tip. He made a sound in his throat that vibrated in my doo-da and he kissed me with an intensity I’d never felt before in al my not so vast experience.
It was far more hot, far more devastating to my mental health and definitely wild.
He rol ed onto his back, taking me with him, his hand on He rol ed onto his back, taking me with him, his hand on my bottom in my underwear, my hand stil wrapped around him and stroking.
“You could get up now,” he said against my ear as I ran my lips along his neck, smel ing Eddie and knowing I’d never forget that smel or the feel of him in my hand, not for the rest of my life.
“I’ve changed my mind.” I told him.
“About fuckin’ time.” he muttered, his hand moved from my bottom to wrap around my wrist, pul ing it away from him. He knifed up and I straddled him, my head bent down, his tilted back and I was kissing him, my hands going in his hair, both his hands pushing my underwear down my bottom.
“Anyone home?” My mother yel ed.
We both froze, mouth-to-mouth, his hands in my pants, mine in his hair.
“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me,” Eddie said through clenched teeth.
“I don’t understand, Jet never sleeps this late and Eddie’s truck is stil down there. Lavonne, you put the coffee on, I’l just check.”
Eddie pul ed up my panties, his hands went to my waist and he half moved, half threw me to the side.
He angled off the bed and grabbed his jeans as we heard Lavonne’s scratchy voice saying, “Sure thing, Nancy.”
I rol ed over, got out of bed, snatched up my nightshirt and tugged it on as a knock came at the door.
“Jet, dol face? You in there?”
“Jet, dol face? You in there?”
“Yeah, Mom. Coming!” I shouted.
I was standing at one side of the bed, Eddie on the other wearing his jeans; three of the five buttons done up. His face looked like thunder.
“Is Eddie in there?” Mom cal ed.
Eddie’s head swung to me and he looked about ready to commit homicide.
I stifled a giggle and was smiling flat out.
I mean, real y. It was too much. We were like school kids getting caught on the couch.
“Yeah. We’re both coming out.”
“Okay, sweetheart.” Then I heard Mom limp away.
Eddie turned to me, his eyes glittering.
“You better be worth it,” he growled and I knew he meant it as a joke but what he said wiped the smile from my face and I became perfectly serious.
“I’m not,” I told him honestly.
I watched as his face changed, the incredulous glitter faded from his eyes and something else took its place.
Something I couldn’t read and didn’t want to read.
Before he could reply, I pul ed my hair back out of my face and walked out of the room.
*
I took the fastest shower in the history of womankind, pul ed on a pair of jeans, a black, button-front shirt that was too fitted and, as such, showed cleavage (another gift from Lottie) and a pair of black, high-heeled boots (because Eddie was stil there and I had to make some effort). I pul ed my hair back in a ponytail, spritzed with my fanciest perfume, didn’t bother with makeup because there was no time and headed out of my room. Eddie was dressed, sitting drinking coffee and shooting the breeze with Mom and Lavonne in the kitchen like this was a normal, everyday occurrence. Not like he’d just been interrupted by my Mom with his tongue in my mouth and his hands pushing my panties half down my ass.
I didn’t have time for niceties, nor did I have time to freak out at Eddie hanging out in my kitchen with my Mom and Lavonne, nor did I have time to freak out general y at al that was my life.
“Hey there, Jet. Lookin’ good,” Lavonne cal ed.
“Hey Lavonne,” I smiled a greeting at Lavonne and turned to Eddie, “I have ten minutes to get to the bank. Wil you take me?” I asked him, not wanting to but having no choice.
I really had to find out what was happening to my car.
As an answer, Eddie stood which I guessed meant
“yes”.
“You haven’t had coffee,” Mom said.
I poured some milk and coffee into a travel mug and turned to Eddie.
“Let’s go.”
Eddie walked with long strides and I hustled in my high-heeled boots to the truck. Without a word, we got in. He started the truck and we took off.
We were halfway there, with only minutes to spare, when I nearly shouted, “Can’t you go any faster?”
“Relax, Chiquita, I’m already going ten miles over the speed limit.”
I gave his profile a look that said, “So?” Luckily, he missed the look.
“Don’t you have one of those flashy-lighty things like Kojak?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I’m not al owed to use it for trips to the Credit Union, just beer runs during half-time.”
See? My luck sucked.