Page 56 of Out on a Limb
That was my generous guess of how long an experience like this would take.
It was the longest thirty seconds of my life. Listening to Alan grunt and groan might make me celibate, because I was pretty sure I’d never be able to think of sex the same way again.
Not after this.
Finally it was over.
This time, when car doors opened and closed, all I felt was relief.
Now part of me wished we were caught so we didn’t have to witness the horror that was Alan screwing a prostitute.
Poor woman. Whatever he paid her wasn’t enough.
Andrew held me in place as he leaned up to peek out the window.
“Are they gone?” My eyes weren’t going anywhere until I knew there was no chance they’d accidentally glimpse Alan’s recently probed backside.
“They’re gone.” Andrew eased up before helping me work my way vertical. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you when I held you down, did I?”
Apparently the trauma sustained wasn’t as significant as I thought, because my thighs immediately pressed together. “No.” I shook my head. “Not at all.”
“You’re sure?” His eyes were filled with enough concern that it was clear that might not be Andrew’s thing.
But a girl could dream.
“Positive.” I put on a smile to hide behind. “You could have held me down harder and I would have been fine.”
He was looking at me strangely again. That same studious sort of gaze.
Like he was trying to figure me out.
Good luck with that. I’d been with me for twenty-five years and still hadn’t figured her out.
“I’m not sure what you mean.” He said it slowly, like he was still trying to work through my words.
“That’s probably good.” I pulled out my seatbelt and buckled it into place. “Because if you did, you probably wouldn’t look me in the eye ever again.”
I shouldn’t keep pushing it.
Should just let Andrew stay wondering.
But if I was going to be good tomorrow, then this was my last chance to indulge in the lust I’d been carrying for the man watching me with a wary gaze.
I pressed my lips together, willing them to stay closed.
But due to my personal preference for men of the nerdier variety, I’d ended up a little bit aggressive.
Most of the men I liked weren’t used to being the object of a woman’s desire, and I usually had to make my position pretty clear.
Andrew turned away from me, eyes going out the windshield as he started the engine. “Hmph.”
Hmph?
I crossed my arms and assumed the same slouched-down position I’d been in earlier.
Only this time I was pouting, not hiding.
Guess my time as the well-behaved one in the family started now, whether I liked it or not.
