Page 19 of Blueberry Cake
He stepped past her, accepting the shorts and throwing a grin over his shoulder. “I do enjoy teasing you. That blush is rather addicting.”
As he’d been warned, Queenie’s shower was on the smaller side. He’d had to bend down to wash his hair. Not that he was ungrateful. Cleaned and smelling like her rose shampoo he stepped back into the living room, finding herpatiently waiting for his return.
“You’re lucky I left the food alone. Everything smells delicious.”
“A very lucky man indeed.” He joined her on the floor, allowing her to fill her plate first. A low hum of appreciation pushed past her lips when she took her first bite. “What are you going to make with all the fabric?”
“I’m quilting a blanket for my goddaughter.” After another bite she explained, “The blonde that sat at the bar with me. Her daughter just turned one. These are all her clothes that don’t fit any more.”
Boyd suppressed the urge to feel relieved. “So, you cut them all into squares and sew them together?” He was clueless when it came to any kind of crafting.
“That’s exactly it. I became obsessed with it when I found that old sewing machine during a garage sale.” Queenie gestured to the ancient-looking device.
“How does it work? I mean, that kind doesn’t need electricity, right?”
“Right. There’s a foot pedal. The faster your foot, the faster your needle goes.”
“God. I wouldn’t have the patience for that.”
She shrugged as if her hobby was nothing special and took another piece of bread. “It’s my evening entertainment when I watch my shows.”
Nervous, Boyd asked the next question on his mind. “Do you want children of your own?”
Queenie shook her head emphatically. “Don’t get me wrong I love them, but I never saw myself as a mother. I love Maggie, but I love not being responsible for her even more. I step in when Allison needs me, but I like having my separate life.”
He tried not to show how much that answer relieved him.
“What about you?” Queenie asked. “Did you never want more after Luka?”
“I always thought about having more once we stabilised, but the timing never added up. At some point, I realised I only wanted a second to make up for my wrongs—to be present in ways I wasn’t for Luka.” He chuckled lightly. “Then I grew old.”
“You’re not that old. Plenty of older men become fathers.”
“Those idiots have no idea what they’re getting themselves into.”
Queenie giggled, and he loved how it made his heart flutter. “No, they just do as their beautiful young wives demand.”
Once they finished eating, Queenie collected the dirty dishes and declined when Boyd rose to help. After switching his clothes to the dryer, she refilled their glasses and plonked herself down in his lap. His hands found her thighs like magnets, thumbs welcoming her with gentle caresses.
“Oh, sweet Queenie.”
Her fingers trailing over his chest, she asked, “What do you want to do with us?”
“Anything you feel comfortable with.”
“Honestly?”
“I always want your honesty.”
“I’m not sure what I want. I enjoyed today.” And with that gorgeous blush returning, she added, “And yesterday. I don’t know how serious this will become, and I don’t want you to feel like I blindsided you if it snowballs out ofcontrol.”
“I understand that this isn’t a conventional relationship and moving rather quickly. I too, enjoyed myself this weekend, but if you don’t want this to go further, I won’t be upset.”
Queenie’s fingers danced up his neck, chased by a rush of warmth. Then she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, her body arching into him and hardening his cock.
God, this woman could do anything she wanted to him, and he would allow her to do so with a smile on his face.
She tightened her thighs around his hips, her fingers combing through his beard as she fed him the slightest of moans. He grabbed her ass and rolled his hips into her. Fatigue seemed long forgotten. Queenie’s lips whispered along his cheek and to his ear, hand dropping from his neck to his crotch.
