Page 63 of Carry Me Home
I wasn’t proud of it.
But I pushed that shame aside and peeked again.
“Maya still wants to be friends with Sam, so I’ll need to do some damage control,” Janie went on, completely unaware that I was trying to eye-fuck her and completely unhelpful about it. “I’ll give them a few days to cool off and then invite Glen and Cheryl for coffee or something to clear the air. They can’t honestly be mad that you cut his hair when Glen was totally fine with Sam cutting Maya’s. That would be so hypocritical.”
I sighed. “I hate to shatter your rose-colored glasses, honey, but people are often hypocrites.”
Her lower lip fell open and she blinked at me.
“What?” I said.
“Nothing.” She didn’t just shake her head. She shook her whole body. “It’s been a while since you called me honey, that’s all. It surprised me.”
I speared my fingers through my hair and tugged. “It’s hard as hell keeping myself professional around you. You’re sitting there thinking up ways to be a good mom to Maya, and I’m trying to look up your skirt.”
She snorted and looked away, her cheeks pink. “You’re trying to look up my skirt, and I’m pressing my thighs together because I get wet every time I think about the way you stood up for Maya.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m such a good mom,” she muttered sarcastically under her breath.
Like hell was I going to let her talk shit about herself.
Like hell was I going to let her keep her thighs together.
I was kneeling in front of her before she got the last word out. “In the first place, you are a fantastic mom, and trust me, I know what a fantastic mom looks like because I have one myself.” With a hand on each of her knees, I stared her straight in the eyes. “In the second place, how wet?”
I watched her struggle with herself. I watched her relent. I hope she didn’t feel like she lost the battle, because it felt like winning to me.
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, leaving it glossy. “Find out for yourself.”
Bad Janie was back. Thank fuck. It was a mystery to me why she kept this part of her locked down tight, but goddamn, it was beautiful when it rose to the surface. Fucking glorious.
There was no resistance as I pushed her knees apart. My palms slid up her inner thighs with slow, ruthless intention, giving her every opportunity to stop me. When I got to her core, I paused, tracing the lace hem of her cotton underwear with my thumbs. Goosebumps broke out on her soft thighs and her breath hitched.
She watched me with hooded eyes. “Are you going to sit there petting me, soldier, or are you going to find something useful to do with those fingers?”
“Honey, I’ve got nowhere to be. I’ll be taking my time here, thank you.”
But my thumbs apparently had a mind of their own, because they met in the middle. I could feel her damp heat through the gusset of her underwear and I had my answer. Very wet. She was very fucking wet.
I groaned. “Fuck, Janie. You’re soaked. Is this all for me?”
“All for you,” she whispered.
I slipped one thumb under the cotton and ghosted up her seam, wet and warm and silky. She shifted toward my touch with a sharp inhale and my gaze flicked to hers. “Pull up your skirt. I want to see.”
Janie caught the hem with her fingertips and slowly dragged her skirt up her thighs, teasing me. My dick twitched with every new inch she exposed. When she lifted it past the blue triangle of her underwear, she widened her legs a smidgeon more. Fucking tease.
“Show me.” My voice came out husky and raw.
“Hm. Should I?” she wondered. Her hand went between her legs and she toyed with the lace there. “I don’t know.”
I swallowed a groan, watching her fingers drive me insane. “You should. You definitely should.”
With a little laugh, she hooked an index finger under the hem and pulled her panties to the side, shivering as the cool night air hit where she was hottest. I covered my mouth with my fist and leaned back on my heels for a better view. Copper curls and pink flushed skin.
“Damn, you’re pretty. Like a sunrise,” I murmured. “What am I going to do with you?”
Her laugh was breathless and strangled. “Fuck me, I hope. Otherwise I’m going to feel pretty awkward about flashing my pussy at you.”
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Janie,” I promised darkly. “I’m going to fuck this pretty pussy every way I can. With my fingers.” I pushed two inside. When I pumped them in and out, she moaned softly. “With my tongue.” Still pumping my fingers in her slick pussy, I leaned in and swiped her clit with my tongue. She gasped, her fingers diving into my hair. “With my dick.” Impatient for all of it, I dragged her panties down her legs and tossed them aside.
