Page 60 of Lorcan
I almost winced—but I didn’t. He was teasing me. Nothing wrong with being teased. “Yep, that’s what I’m thinking.”
Turned out it wasn’t just a tease. We tested out the sofa as we sixty-nined each other to very satisfying nearly mutual orgasms.
After cleaning up, I shoved everything I needed into an old backpack and we headed out.
To my relief, he hadn’t asked me to open the blinds. We’d merely turned on the overhead light and gotten busy.
Because every time he touched me, something lit inside me. Every look—every smile—ignited my libido in an unexpectedway. Fifty-three wasn’t dead…but a hell of a long time had passed since my randy teens.
As we strolled down First Avenue, I noticed the Christmas decorations. “When did they go up?”
He squeezed my hand. “Third week of November. Friday night was the Christmas Parade.”
I cut him a quizzical look. Then I nodded. “Right. Riley told me. I’d forgotten.”
He chuckled. “You live one block away from the parade route, and you didn’t notice?”
“Uh…” I scratched my nose. “I took the overpass home because I had some vague notion of streets being closed. I wasn’t paying attention. Anyway, I was exhausted. I crashed.”And woke early to start panicking about meeting with you.
“Ah. Well, fun was had by all. Justin posted pictures to our group chat of him with his husband and kids.”
Justin.
My counselor.
Tuesday is just two days away.
I swallowed. “Yeah?”
“They went with some other families. Lots of fun. At least Friday night was mild. Some years it’s bitterly cold.”
“You’ve been?”
He chuckled. “Uh, no. Just inevitably someone I know goes. I’m friends with plenty of people who have kids that age.”
“Ah.” A few of the guys on my old crew had kids. We’d been generous with parental leave and understanding if they needed to stay home with a sick kid. Even now, I was kind of embarrassed we’d hardly had any women on our crew.
Riley ensuring she had gender parity was proof I hadn’t tried hard enough.
“Byron! Carter!” Cody waved at a couple advancing toward us.
With three dogs in front.
The older white gentleman had two little dogs sharing a leash.
Clearly having spotted Cody, the pups were pulling the guy toward him.
Cody dropped to his haunches. “Rosebud! Sheffield! How the hell are you?”
Both dogs slobbered kisses on his cheek.
That’s kind of cute. In a gross way.
Still, I maintained my smile. Tried to not look awkward.
The dog on the leash being held by the younger Black man eyed me.
I waved. “I’m harmless.”
