CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Jack
Sarah moves at Mach speed, darting down the hallway while I sit on the bed and wait for her to return with my clothes. I hear her release a few soft grunts and picture her frazzled while she scoops up clothing as she goes.
“That key you used was for emergencies only, Mother.”
Sarah’s mother responds, sounding completely nonplussed at the blatant irritation in her daughter’s tone. “Honey, I wanted to surprise you.”
Sarah huffs loudly and stomps back down the hallway, muttering, “You certainly succeeded.” Entering the bedroom, she tosses our clothing onto the mussed bed and quickly begins sorting through it. Once she’s divvied up our clothing, she frantically pulls on her clothes from earlier while I tug on my underwear and pants.
She runs a hand over her hair to smooth it down. “Okay,” she says suddenly, “we can say that you have to go to your office because you have some big project at work and—”
“You trying to get rid of me?” My expression is one of exaggerated hurt. “That wounds me deeply.”
Her sharp glare just makes me smile. “Seriously, Westbrook?”
“Aw, but you don’t scare me.” I slide an arm around her waist, tugging her flush against me. “I like you best when you’re feisty,” I whisper against her lips, purposely dragging my own against hers but refrain from kissing her. I can practically feel the rigidness of her body ease, and it spurs me on, knowing I’m the reason for it. My lips dust across her jaw. “I also happen to really like being deep inside you, Sunshine.”
“Did you just do that little naughty whisper thing?” she whispers softly, and I’m glad to hear the panic has receded slightly in her tone. “Are you trying to give me a lady boner while my mother is right down the hall?” she hisses.
Chuckling softly, I press a gentle kiss to her temple. “I sure did. And yes”—I run my teeth lightly over her earlobe, relishing in her sharp intake of breath—“I am.”
Backing away and tugging on the last article of clothing—my shirt—I wink before exiting the bedroom, leaving Sarah standing there. Padding down the hallway, I call out to Sarah’s mother, “Mr. Sweet Cheeks is fully clothed now, so we can get properly acquainted.”
I enter the kitchen to see an older version of Sarah dressed in a long skirt which ends at her ankles, thin, strappy woven sandals on her feet, and a shirt made of thin, flowy material which drapes her petite form.
Her face lights up when she sees me. “You’re even better from the front.” A wide, exuberant grin accompanies her announcement. “I’ll have to commend my daughter on her good choice.” Abruptly, her face falls, expression worried. “Are you a vegan?”
“Uh, no, ma’am,” I answer slowly because, hell, I’m the farthest thing from a vegan. “I enjoy a good steak as much as the next guy.”
“Oh, that’s a relief.” She lets out a long sigh, reaching over to pat my shoulder. “Oooh!” Her expression perks up. “Nice muscles.” She squeezes me and continues talking. “Men who eat red meat normally have healthier levels of testosterone and”—she steps closer to peer down at my crotch—“high libido.”
Oh shit.
Thrusting out a hand in hopes to draw her attention away from my dick, I introduce myself. “Jack Westbrook. Nice to meet you, ma’am.”
She bats away my outstretched hand and instead closes the distance and tugs me in for a hug with far more strength than I’d imagined a petite fiftyish woman would have. “I’m Lilly.” I receive a firm pat on my back and a quick swat on my ass before she releases me to step back.
Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief as she peers up at me. “Had to see what my daughter was working with.”
I’m not entirely sure how I feel about Sarah’s mother feeling me up…
“Motherrrrrr.” Sarah’s voice carries, and she slides into view, looking more composed with her hair pulled back in a ponytail and a zip-up hoodie over her clothes. “Explain to me again what you’re doing here?”
Lilly pulls her in for a hug, and I can’t help but notice she doesn’t get the same ass pat I did. When her mother releases Sarah and goes back to shuffling through the pantry with her back to us, I lean in to Sarah’s ear to whisper a taunt.
“I got an ass pat, and you didn’t.”
Sarah’s blue eyes narrow on me, but before she can spout off a comeback, Lilly pipes up with, “That’s because his ass is nicer than yours.”
Sarah merely shakes her head. “What brought you up here from Albany?”
“Oh, you know.” More shuffling in the pantry. “I needed your help with something, so I thought I’d stop by and get you. But even better—” Lilly turns from the pantry, expression a mix of hopeful and excitement.
“No, Mother.”
“Jack can come with us!”
My eyes dart back and forth between the two women, wondering what in the hell I’m missing. Lilly’s expression is one of pure delight while Sarah’s eyes are wide with alarm. “No. Say no, Jack.”
Lilly waves it off. “Nonsense. He’ll enjoy himself.”
Sarah’s only response is a strangled sound.
Curiosity gets the best of me in this case, so my only response is, “Count me in.”
* * *
Holy. Fucking. Shit. What in the hell did I get myself into?
“I tried to tell you,” Sarah hisses at me, shaking her head with a sigh.
She’s completely right, too. She tried. I thought maybe her mother needed her help with paint colors or choosing a new couch. I thought her mother would take us into town to help her choose a new refrigerator or washer and dryer. I certainly never thought I’d find myself tagging along to help a woman I’d just met choose something more personal.
And by personal, I mean a sex toy.
“So, Jack…” Lilly links her arm through mine as we stroll the adult toy warehouse. “Tell me what you’d prefer the woman in your life to purchase for you.”
My head snaps to Sarah, and I know my expression is one that screams, Please save me!
She merely grins, and mouths the words I uttered so carelessly early. “Count me in.”
“What about anal beads?” Lilly asks.
“Yeah, Jack,” Sarah pipes up helpfully. “What about anal beads?”
Pinning Sarah with a look, I retort, “I’ve never used anal beads, Sunshine.” Lowering my voice in challenge, I add, “Yet I haven’t had any complaints.”
“Well, then what would you recommend?” Lilly ambles away about twenty feet to inspect a display of butt plugs beside a variety of silicone vaginas.
Sarah tugs at my wrists, softly tapping her forehead against my chest. “Why me?” she mutters softly. “Why. Me?”
My chest rumbles with a laugh before I dip my head to whisper in her ear. “We’re stuck in this together. Might as well make the most of it, Sunshine.” Then I raise my voice to call out to Lilly.
“I think the butt plugs might be a fun start, Lilly.”
And Sarah and I can’t help but dissolve into quiet laughter at our current situation.