Page 77 of Singled Out

“Kind of the point of a quickie.” Her breath came out in a gratifying gasp as I thrust into her—hard.

Then I rutted into her exactly like a sex-starved animal in mating season. She didn’t appear to mind as she clung to me with both arms and locked her legs behind me as if holding on for dear life.

I knew I was.

I closed my eyes and nearly bit through my lip in an effort to make sure she came before me. At the first contraction of her muscles around me, I lost it and plunged over at the same time as her, grunting as I emptied myself into her.

“It’s not official because I didn’t check the clock,” Harper eventually said, still catching her breath, “but I’m pretty sure that was under five minutes. A good first effort.”

I laughed, my body jerking and causing Harper to contract around me again, which felt incredible even now. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” I managed. “And no, I’m not complaining.”

As my blood gradually trickled into my brain once again, I wondered how long it’d been since everyone had left and, more importantly, how long till they returned.

I kissed her, then slid her down my body, severing our connection. “You need to put yourself back together before they return.”

Her dad might be playing matchmaker, but I was sure he hadn’t had a quickie against her bedroom door in mind.

Harper bent down and pressed a kiss to my spent cock. “Might want to put that thing away,” she said, looking pleased with herself.

Jesus. What this woman did to me…

As she picked up her shorts and underwear and hurried off to the bathroom, I pulled my pants up and tucked myself in, in need of a shower. I could smell sex in the air. What had I been thinking, for fuck’s sake?

If I’d been thinking, none of that would’ve happened.

I couldn’t get myself to regret it though.

Harper

By the time my dad returned with pizza, we had the sofa, chair, and coffee table in place, and the apartment was starting to feel like a home.

Max’s mom, Brenna, had followed Levi and Dakota over, bringing Danny for lunch with the family. She sat on the sofa with Danny on her lap, my dad next to her, and Levi on the opposite end. Max was in the easy chair. Dakota had brought out a kitchen chair, and I sat on the floor, my back against the wall opposite Max.

We were all worn out and hungry from hauling everything up the stairs—and some of us from a life-altering quickie in the bedroom—so the pizza hit the spot. The mood was light, with Dakota and her brothers giving each other a hard time and my dad talking to Brenna and Danny. From time to time, Dakota and I discussed ideas for how to decorate. At Dakota’s request, Max started a list on his phone of items we needed to buy.

“We could put a Christmas tree in that corner,” Dakota said, pointing.

“It’s not even Halloween yet,” Levi said, shaking his head.

Dakota eyed me. “How do you feel about a life-sized skeleton for Halloween?”

“As long as we can dress him, I’m all for it.”

“We can name him after one of our exes,” Dakota said enthusiastically, making everyone laugh.

I caught Max glancing at me and met his gaze, just for a second. I’d never longed to be able to do something as much as I wanted to go over and climb into his lap in that oversized chair and just…be with him. Be touching him. Not even sexually, although I was always up for that.

I could easily imagine this gathering in a different context—two families brought together by a couple, by Max and me, maybe for holidays, maybe for a casual dinner. Maybe I was overtired, because I was getting downright sappy and wistful for something that would never be.

“Ooh,” Brenna said as she set her empty plate on the coffee table. “It’s time for a diaper change, isn’t it, Danny boy?” She kissed his temple and scooted to the edge of the cushion, preparing to stand with him.

“I’ve got it, Mom,” Max said. He scooped up Danny. “Let’s go, stinky boy. You could use a refresh.” He held his son out in front of him, parallel to the floor like a plane, and made airplane noises, grabbing the diaper bag on the way to the bathroom.

Max closed the door, but I could hear his running conversation with his son as he changed him. Something about that made my insides warm and mushy. I couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten into me. Was it sentimentality over finally, officially having my own place with one of my best friends?

“Your son is a good father,” my dad said to Brenna.

“Yes, he is,” she agreed. “He sure didn’t have a role model for it, but somehow he picked up how to be a caring man.”