Page 21 of Blurry Little Lines
“We have to for the sake of our friendship.” I zone into channeling my valid reason. “My kids can’t handle another close person walking out of their life.”
And neither can I.
“Got it.” He clears his throat and adjusts himself. “Friendship over orgasms.”
“Orgasms? Maybe on your end.” I smirk, trying to send a challenge I’ll never follow through with.
“Nah, your legs around my neck with a couple of flicks of my tongue would have had you shaking a few minutes ago.”
“You seem so sure of yourself,” I respond quicker than I thought I would at his boldness. My stomach tingles down between my legs as he winks and keeps his signature boyish grin in place.
He reaches down to brush his fingers over his erection and smirks. “Your pussy soaked me.” My mouth gapes as I watch him bring his hand to his nose before the tip of his tongue flicks over his middle finger. “Mm, you were seconds away from coming right before you broke the kiss.”
Instantly, I want to push him back down and challenge his assumption. Reading my mind, he laughs and makes a clicking sound with his tongue as he shakes his head. “Don’t be a naughty girl, Kelsie. I respect that you want to keep us on a friend level.”Yeah, but now you’ve tasted me.“I promise I will behave.”Where’s the fun in that?
“Thank you for understanding.” I walk to grab the monitor by the hot tub. The cool air and my mind are not mixing well. Plus, I doubt my self-control on being able to continue our close proximity and not act further on it. I need to be left alone tonight before we really cross our boundaries. I decide against the hot tub when a racy scenario plays through my mind. My head turns back to him watching my every move, and I give him a shy nod before heading back down to my place.
It’s not until the new vibrator gets me off with his name on my lips, that I realize how excruciating it’s going to be to keep my composure when he moves in for a couple of weeks. I say a silent prayer that this little handheld device has a rapid, rechargeable battery, and let sleep consume my problems.
Chapter 10
Max
“Oh, my darling son.” My mother’s hands cup my face as I make my way through the fancy French bistro to where she and my father are seated. “You get more gorgeous with age.” I don’t remember her having a charming southern accent when I was younger or the last time I saw her five months ago, but I guess this is part of her ever-changing act.
“Do they make you talk like that in Georgia, Mom?” I take a seat next to my father, who finishes off his mimosa.
“I’m around that accent so much I must have picked it up.” Her blue eyes mirror mine, and her once dirty blonde hair is now a dark brown. “Now, how is my perfect son doing?”
“Not trying to be anything I’m not,” I state, keeping my voice flat. “Work is going well.”
“Max has been racking up quite the client list,” my dad chimes in eagerly. “Some of my clients are now favoring him.”
“They are well informed about my waitlist.” I am also picky about who I train because, morally, I don’t even want to receive an invite to a swinger’s party. “I told them you’re available too. You’re just as knowledgeable as I am, Dad.”
“Oh, you’ve grown into such a productive young man.”I’ve always been productive, Mother. You just didn’t stick around to watch me.“I bet all the ladies are after you.” She winks.
Not the main one I want.
Hold up… Do I want Kelsie beyond the way my dick responds to the thought of us on the rooftop the other night?
“I don’t operate like that anymore, Mother. I value the sacredness of a relationship, even if I don’t plan to ever have one myself.”
“You don’t want one?” Her hand connects with her chest as she leans back in her seat, playing shocked. “Your father and I aren’t getting younger. We’d like to have a grandchild.”
“Why? You didn’t care to be around your own child.” I haven’t picked up the menu to order yet, since I plan to leave and join my friends at the beach. “I am not selfish enough to risk putting a child through something that might not last.”
“Don’t speak to your mother that way.” My father leans forward, speaking in a stern, quiet voice. “She loves you very much.”
“She sure has a way of showing it.” My mother may look hurt, but who knows what is real and fake with her. “I can’t keep up with this charade. I’m too old for this shit.” I stand, grab my keys, and nod toward my father. “I will see you at work on Monday.”
I don’t bother heading back to Kelsie’s to change out of my beige shorts and navy polo. I get into my car and head down to the beach, with hopes that digging in a bunch of sand and focusing on building a damn sand castle will relieve some stress. I pull into the parking lot and, oddly, the beach is nowhere as busy as I thought it would be for a sunny Sunday. I spot Lauren first. Her tall, lanky frame and long blonde hair are hard to miss.
“Max!” James and Mallory spot me and run over with their endless energy.
“Hey, kiddos. Are you ready to build the best sandcastle in the world?”
“Can we make it as tall as me?” Mallory asks, taking my hand to pull me toward their beach spot quicker.