Read Online Making Waves (Mythological Lovers) by Vivienne Savage - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Vivienne Savage
Ads: Link
mother’s cheerful voice spilled from the phone.
I blearily rubbed my eyes and squinted at the digital clock. A quarter to ten. “Yeah, but I was about to get up soon anyway.” I crawled from the bed and onto my feet.
I wished a call from my mother was enough to douse cold water on my arousal, but it wasn’t. It only made the phone call awkward instead. Slick and wet with my need, I peeled off my damp panties and tossed them into the laundry bin.
“If it’s a bad time I can call back,” she offered, sensing my distress. “I wanted to let you know my flight is booked for the summer.”
“Huh? Flight? What flight? Where are you going?”
“To visit you, silly.”
Her announcement took me by surprise.
“Mom! You could have at least let me know so I could get you a room on my employee discount,” I wailed over the line. Reservations usually came at a three month minimum .
“I didn’t want you to spend your money on me, sweetheart. I’ll just stay with you again. I thought it would be nice to finally see the island in the summer, even if it is the busy tourist season. Don’t worry. I won’t interrupt your work. I can fend for myself and enjoy the sights.”
“It’s not my money. It’s a discount,” I rationalized.
A fist pounded against my front door. I pivoted on a foot and moved into the main room, my modest couch and television the reason I hated the idea of putting mom up at my place. A glance through the windows revealed Dante on my porch.
With her in town, our baby-making plans would have to be put on the backburner if I wasn’t pregnant by the time she arrived.
“Hey Mom, I gotta go. Someone from work is here. Email me your details, okay?”
“Sounds good, sweetie. I’ll see you soon.”
I disconnected the call and pulled open the door. “Hey,” I greeted, my voice breathy. Dante wore his usual, board shorts and an unbuttoned top. Today it was a solid peach color he pulled off without any loss to his masculinity.
“Morning, Alessa.”
We studied each other in silence, each waiting for the other to talk. He didn’t invite himself in, and I didn’t offer.
“I tried to call you last night,” I said quietly.
“I had something to take care of.” His eyes dropped to the phone in my hand then crept up my t-shirt clothed body. Thin cotton failed to disguise my nipples, but the weight of his gaze on them restored the hot longing inspired by my dream. I tugged self-consciously on the hem. “Should I come back later?”
“Oh, no, come on in. Did you need something?”
“Yes.” He stepped inside, nudging me back by his sheer presence, and pulled the door shut behind him. “You.”
“Whoa, hold up a second buster.” I threw both hands up and pushed at his chest. His perplexed expression might have been funny if I wasn’t so incredibly insulted. “You don’t get to show up for sex whenever you feel like it. I’m not your personal fuck-puppet.”
“You agreed—”
“I agreed to carry your baby, yes. It still doesn’t mean you get to hit me up for sex and bounce back to your beach bunnies.”
Dante’s expression fell, washed away as if I’d splashed him with ice water. “Alessa—”
“Don’t ‘Alessa’ me,” I fired back at him. “I’m still going to do this.” Because the idea of motherhood had gained momentum, like a speeding mack truck with blown brake lines. “And I haven’t changed my mind, but I’ll be damned if...” I inhaled deeply and took time to gather my thoughts. Dante watched me in silence without interrupting again. “I need to know, Dante. Are you still sleeping around with the guests?”
“Why would you ask that?”
“I saw you yesterday during Mrs. Courtland’s lesson and I know, for the past three years, she’s slipped you her room key. We all know.”
“So? It doesn’t mean I’ve ever made a visit to her room,” he bit back at me. “Is that how little faith you have in me?”
“Oh come on, Dante, you’ve dallied with
I blearily rubbed my eyes and squinted at the digital clock. A quarter to ten. “Yeah, but I was about to get up soon anyway.” I crawled from the bed and onto my feet.
I wished a call from my mother was enough to douse cold water on my arousal, but it wasn’t. It only made the phone call awkward instead. Slick and wet with my need, I peeled off my damp panties and tossed them into the laundry bin.
“If it’s a bad time I can call back,” she offered, sensing my distress. “I wanted to let you know my flight is booked for the summer.”
“Huh? Flight? What flight? Where are you going?”
“To visit you, silly.”
Her announcement took me by surprise.
“Mom! You could have at least let me know so I could get you a room on my employee discount,” I wailed over the line. Reservations usually came at a three month minimum .
“I didn’t want you to spend your money on me, sweetheart. I’ll just stay with you again. I thought it would be nice to finally see the island in the summer, even if it is the busy tourist season. Don’t worry. I won’t interrupt your work. I can fend for myself and enjoy the sights.”
“It’s not my money. It’s a discount,” I rationalized.
A fist pounded against my front door. I pivoted on a foot and moved into the main room, my modest couch and television the reason I hated the idea of putting mom up at my place. A glance through the windows revealed Dante on my porch.
With her in town, our baby-making plans would have to be put on the backburner if I wasn’t pregnant by the time she arrived.
“Hey Mom, I gotta go. Someone from work is here. Email me your details, okay?”
“Sounds good, sweetie. I’ll see you soon.”
I disconnected the call and pulled open the door. “Hey,” I greeted, my voice breathy. Dante wore his usual, board shorts and an unbuttoned top. Today it was a solid peach color he pulled off without any loss to his masculinity.
“Morning, Alessa.”
We studied each other in silence, each waiting for the other to talk. He didn’t invite himself in, and I didn’t offer.
“I tried to call you last night,” I said quietly.
“I had something to take care of.” His eyes dropped to the phone in my hand then crept up my t-shirt clothed body. Thin cotton failed to disguise my nipples, but the weight of his gaze on them restored the hot longing inspired by my dream. I tugged self-consciously on the hem. “Should I come back later?”
“Oh, no, come on in. Did you need something?”
“Yes.” He stepped inside, nudging me back by his sheer presence, and pulled the door shut behind him. “You.”
“Whoa, hold up a second buster.” I threw both hands up and pushed at his chest. His perplexed expression might have been funny if I wasn’t so incredibly insulted. “You don’t get to show up for sex whenever you feel like it. I’m not your personal fuck-puppet.”
“You agreed—”
“I agreed to carry your baby, yes. It still doesn’t mean you get to hit me up for sex and bounce back to your beach bunnies.”
Dante’s expression fell, washed away as if I’d splashed him with ice water. “Alessa—”
“Don’t ‘Alessa’ me,” I fired back at him. “I’m still going to do this.” Because the idea of motherhood had gained momentum, like a speeding mack truck with blown brake lines. “And I haven’t changed my mind, but I’ll be damned if...” I inhaled deeply and took time to gather my thoughts. Dante watched me in silence without interrupting again. “I need to know, Dante. Are you still sleeping around with the guests?”
“Why would you ask that?”
“I saw you yesterday during Mrs. Courtland’s lesson and I know, for the past three years, she’s slipped you her room key. We all know.”
“So? It doesn’t mean I’ve ever made a visit to her room,” he bit back at me. “Is that how little faith you have in me?”
“Oh come on, Dante, you’ve dallied with
Similar Books
