Page 53 of Pucked Up Plans
“Whichever option gets us to my house faster.”
“I knew I liked you for a reason. Come on.” I waste no time dragging her to my truck. “Make sure your car’s locked. We’ll come back for it later tonight.”
Once in the front seat, she fiddles with her key fob before the lights on her car blink on and off.
“I somehow feel you had a hand in this. It seems too convenient for your mom to have been at pickup today and for Lennon to have devised the plan herself.”
“You’ve met my daughter, no?” Stopped at a light, I chance a look over at her. Sitting pretty in the passenger seat in jeans and a sweater, a smirk adorns the lips I can’t wait to kiss. “I swear I had nothing to do with my mom being here nor Lennon asking.” Because I’m nothing but truthful with Tate, I add, “But I didclear it with my mom first because I was working on a way to get Lennon to ask, but Scout’s honor, she did it on her own.”
Her dubious expression doubts me, but since she’s agreed to my plan, I’m not concerned.
“I hope Aubrey’s okay. School’s the only place she goes without me. And we had a rough first week with the transition.”
I reach for her hand, linking it in mine. “Mom will call if she’s the least bit sad. I think she’ll be okay. Lennon will make sure of it.”
“She seems to read Aubrey well.”
“It’s eerie how she can read people sometimes.”
Before long, I’m pulling into the lot of her complex. “You can park in my spot. 275,” she directs. Before I even have the truck in park, her door swings open.
I relish watching as she hurries up the stairs and fiddles with the door, struggling to get it unlocked. She’s adorable when she’s flustered, and I can’t wait to see how far I can coax her and how receptive she’ll be during sex.
“Are you coming?” Her voice pops the bubble of my erotic thoughts, but it also gets me moving.
“Eager, much?” I question, stepping inside the door she holds open for me.
“Will you think less of me if I say yes?”
Instead of answering with words, I first grab her hand and bring it to my groin where I’m already hard. “Absolutely not. How fast can you get undressed?”
“Lock the door and lose your shoes,” she requests over her shoulder, taking off for her bedroom.
Her demands followed, I head down the hall she disappeared, finding her bedroom, the only door on the left. She shimmies her jeans down her legs as I enter. For a moment, my eyes get lost on her. This gorgeous beauty I get to make mine for the afternoon.
And if all goes well, for more than today.
Completely naked, she climbs up on the bed. As I undress, a moment of sheer panic coats her face at what we’re about to do. The blanket folded at the foot of her mattress soon covers her.
I go to protest, but it dies on my lips. Like her daughter, I need her to be comfortable with this. As much as she wants this, something’s stopping her. Once I figure out what it is and we move past it, we’ll have plenty of time to get to the main event.
Reluctantly leaving my boxers on, I join her on the queen bed, snuggling her in my arms. She situates her head on my chest, staying as covered as she can by the blanket.
“You want to talk about it?” I ask hesitantly, treading lightly, unsure how to proceed.
“It’s nothing.” Apprehension defies her words. Her lips purse, her thumbs twiddle, and her sight fixes on something across the room.
“Did you change your mind?” Like earlier, I hold my breath, hoping beyond all that’s good in the world she hasn’t.
“Not entirely.”
“Did I move too fast?”
“Yes and no.”
“Should I slow down?” As selfish as I try not to be, ending the day without burying myself inside Tate may make me weep actual tears. I’m too close to the goal.
“I haven’t been with a guy since I got pregnant.”
