Page 35 of Heart Me Up
Well, okay then. A little off-kilter, I took a sip of my iced tea, wishing it were alcoholic, and followed her.
Foster had found the source of the problem and fixed it. He told us about it for a good minute, with multiple plumbing terms sprinkled liberally through his lecture. He illustrated by pointing at some tube things and some metal things. Charlotte and I nodded intelligently while holding our iced tea. I wondered what kind of underwear he wore and how soon I could find out.
Sadly, game night last Monday had ended with me heading home before Foster’s friends had left. They’d wanted to stay late and actually play a game for some reason, and I’d needed to be at work at dawn. Foster and I managed a few minutes of making out next to his front door, but that’d been it. Tonight I was beyond ready to get him naked, but it was difficult to plot any sort of strategy with his elderly aunt standing beside me.
“Are you two even listening to what I’m saying?” Oops. I exchanged a guilty glance with Charlotte. She’d pissed me off earlier, but I kind of admired her for prodding me to find out how I would respond.
She and Greg would get along like—no, that would be dangerous. They could never meet. Never, ever. I made a mental note to tell Foster.
“Foster, dear, you are so knowledgeable it’s mind-boggling. Craig and I were just over here being boggled, though I’m sure it was in completely different ways.” I snorted into my iced tea and Foster looked confused.
“So, Charlotte, can I help you with dinner?” I could suck up with the best of them when I put my mind to it.
Charlotte was completely cordial the rest of the evening, and Foster managed to extricate us around 10:00pm.
“I guess I should take you back to your car,” he said as we pulled away from Charlotte’s house. We’d met at the pet resort.
I groaned. Charlotte’s apple pie, on top of the butter chicken we’d had for dinner, was heavy in my stomach and I’d had a long day. “I don’t wanna have to drive home,” I whined.
Foster cleared his throat. “Um, if you like….” He trailed off. Instantly I was wide awake.
“Yes?”
He shot me an evaluating look, then continued. “Um, we could stay the night at your place, and in the morning I could drive you to work on my way home. I just need to leave by six o’clock so I can give Mariposa her meds on time.”
I smiled. It was absolutely a smug, satisfied smile. “That’s the best idea I’ve heard in a while”
I directed him through the darkened streets to my house. My left hand happened to fall upon his thigh, and I enjoyed the feel of his firm muscles under the slightly worn denim of his jeans until we pulled into my driveway.
Foster turned off the car and clamped his hand down on mine to hold it still. “Craig,” he said, gritting his teeth. “You’re killing me.”
“Huh.” I tapped my chin with my free hand. “I can’t decide if you think that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
“Get out of the car and meet me at the front door,” he ordered. He released my hand and unlocked his seat belt.
“Bossy,” I complained, but I didn’t delay following him. We were inside the house in less than a minute, and as soon as the door shut behind us Foster spun me around and shoved me against the wall.
He wasted no time thrusting his dick against my stomach, but he had to back away a little to kiss me. Fucking height difference.
Right as I was getting lost in the kiss, Foster broke off. “I don’t mean to cut this short, but I’m running on fumes and Amy and I have another late shift tomorrow night.”
“Gotcha.” I pried my hands away from his shirt, which no doubt I’d wrinkled badly with how hard I’d been gripping it. “Are you sure you’re up for sex?”
Foster glanced down, where he was obviouslyup, and smirked.
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean. I don’t mind if we just sleep.” Okay, well, I wouldn’tmind,but I might be a tiny bitdisappointed.
Foster’s hands came up to my shoulders and he leaned in for another kiss. My eyelids lowered, and I forgot I’d asked him for a response until he pulled back and said, “I’d mind. I’ve been looking forward to this.”
Oh. “Okay.” I blinked and cleared my throat. “Do you want to get ready for bed so we can pass out afterwards?” I took his hand and headed back to my bedroom.
“You’re in charge,” he said as he followed me down the hall.
“Well, I don’t know. Isn’t Amy trying to get everyone at the station to call youMaster?”
“Fuck off.”
I grinned. Tonight the fluttery/comforting feelings I’d had last week were back again. But I also liked Foster as a friend to hang out with. I really hoped we could make a go of things. And wasn’t that a kicker for someone who’d been adamantly against dating only a few weeks ago?
