can and you will. You will pray he’s
not up yet. You will destroy the note—hell, eat it if you have to—and you will
talk to this very nice, straight, I am telling you, straight man like a
grown up. Got it?”
Kimber bit her lip and then Sarah
shook her like an angry bear with a honey jar that wouldn’t open. “Okay, okay!
Stop manhandling me.”
“Honey, you ain’t seen nothing yet,”
she growled. “If you screw this up I’m going to kick. Your. Ass.” Sarah pushed
her out her own front door and shut it firmly.
“Well, hell,” Kimber said and hugged
herself against the blowing wind and snow.
Chapter 6
Clarice was yelling. Why was she
yelling? Charlie turned and then remembered. He reached out but the other side
of the bed was empty. His body warmed with the flashes of memory but his
stomach turned over a bit when he saw the small piece of white paper on the
side table.
Thanks so much, Charlie. Thanks for
everything. Sorry if I imposed or confused things for you more. But I am truly
grateful. You rock!
XOXO
Kimber
He rocked? Jesus Christ. He rocked. He
made love with her twice, shared some mind blowing orgasms, fell asleep curled
around her actually letting himself think that wow, maybe getting close to a
woman again might be worth it, and…he rocked?
Charlie blew out a deep breath from
his frustration and ran a hand through his hair just as his bedroom door flew
open and Clarice stuck her head in. “Uncle Charlie! Someone is at the door.”
“Hi, Clarice.” He shoved the paper
under the covers so she wouldn’t see.
Janette’s head appeared a moment later
and she rolled her eyes. “I told her it was rude not to knock. She knows
better.” Janette looked down at her daughter and frowned.
“Sorry,” Clarice said.
“Don’t tell me.”
“I am sorry, Uncle Charlie,” Clarice
said, looking respectfully penitent.
“It’s okay. Just remember next time,
okay?”
Clarice nodded, her pretty face sober.
“Will do.”
That made him laugh.
“Go wait downstairs, okay. Let Uncle
Charlie do his ablutions,” Janette said.
“What the heck are ablutions?”
“I’ll explain later.”
Clarice scampered off and Janette
leaned in, grinning now that small prying eyes and ears were gone. “Ablution
quickly. Kimber’s downstairs.”
“What? Jesus. Shit,” he muttered it
more to himself than to her, but kicked off the covers, subtly pushing the note
under a pillow as he moved. “I'll be down in a few.”
He pulled on jeans and a tee. His
reflection in the mirror was accurate. A mid-thirties man with bed head and a
sex hangover. His eyes showed lingering want for her. His stubble showed a few
flecks of gray. His mouth was slightly red from lots of kissing. “And you are
going to hold yourself together, man, because she tore out of here like the
building was on fire. No reason to offer her your throat to cut.”
Charlie brushed his teeth and ran a
wet hand through his hair not letting his mind linger on the visions that kept
popping up of her naked. Her bare breasts illuminated by the green sci-fi glow
of his alarm clock. Her soft hair brushing his chest. Her tight pussy gripping
him in a humid, blissful clench. “Yeah. Right.”
When his barefoot hit the bottom step
his heart jumped sideways in his chest. “Hey, there,” he said, using his cop
voice. “I’m glad to see you.”
Poor thing. She hadn’t been counting
on Janette and Clarice, he saw. It was obvious from her face. Her big blue eyes
darted from his sister to his niece and back again and then she looked like she
might climb out of her skin when Clarice tugged her shirt and said, “I like
your hair. It’s frizzy!”
Charlie almost laughed but held it
down.
“Thank you, sweetie,” Kimber damn near
whispered. She fingered the hem of her red sweater and shifted from foot to
foot, her tall brown riding boots clacking on his hardwood floor. When he saw
her in those jeans and boots, having just had her, his
not up yet. You will destroy the note—hell, eat it if you have to—and you will
talk to this very nice, straight, I am telling you, straight man like a
grown up. Got it?”
Kimber bit her lip and then Sarah
shook her like an angry bear with a honey jar that wouldn’t open. “Okay, okay!
Stop manhandling me.”
“Honey, you ain’t seen nothing yet,”
she growled. “If you screw this up I’m going to kick. Your. Ass.” Sarah pushed
her out her own front door and shut it firmly.
“Well, hell,” Kimber said and hugged
herself against the blowing wind and snow.
Chapter 6
Clarice was yelling. Why was she
yelling? Charlie turned and then remembered. He reached out but the other side
of the bed was empty. His body warmed with the flashes of memory but his
stomach turned over a bit when he saw the small piece of white paper on the
side table.
Thanks so much, Charlie. Thanks for
everything. Sorry if I imposed or confused things for you more. But I am truly
grateful. You rock!
XOXO
Kimber
He rocked? Jesus Christ. He rocked. He
made love with her twice, shared some mind blowing orgasms, fell asleep curled
around her actually letting himself think that wow, maybe getting close to a
woman again might be worth it, and…he rocked?
Charlie blew out a deep breath from
his frustration and ran a hand through his hair just as his bedroom door flew
open and Clarice stuck her head in. “Uncle Charlie! Someone is at the door.”
“Hi, Clarice.” He shoved the paper
under the covers so she wouldn’t see.
Janette’s head appeared a moment later
and she rolled her eyes. “I told her it was rude not to knock. She knows
better.” Janette looked down at her daughter and frowned.
“Sorry,” Clarice said.
“Don’t tell me.”
“I am sorry, Uncle Charlie,” Clarice
said, looking respectfully penitent.
“It’s okay. Just remember next time,
okay?”
Clarice nodded, her pretty face sober.
“Will do.”
That made him laugh.
“Go wait downstairs, okay. Let Uncle
Charlie do his ablutions,” Janette said.
“What the heck are ablutions?”
“I’ll explain later.”
Clarice scampered off and Janette
leaned in, grinning now that small prying eyes and ears were gone. “Ablution
quickly. Kimber’s downstairs.”
“What? Jesus. Shit,” he muttered it
more to himself than to her, but kicked off the covers, subtly pushing the note
under a pillow as he moved. “I'll be down in a few.”
He pulled on jeans and a tee. His
reflection in the mirror was accurate. A mid-thirties man with bed head and a
sex hangover. His eyes showed lingering want for her. His stubble showed a few
flecks of gray. His mouth was slightly red from lots of kissing. “And you are
going to hold yourself together, man, because she tore out of here like the
building was on fire. No reason to offer her your throat to cut.”
Charlie brushed his teeth and ran a
wet hand through his hair not letting his mind linger on the visions that kept
popping up of her naked. Her bare breasts illuminated by the green sci-fi glow
of his alarm clock. Her soft hair brushing his chest. Her tight pussy gripping
him in a humid, blissful clench. “Yeah. Right.”
When his barefoot hit the bottom step
his heart jumped sideways in his chest. “Hey, there,” he said, using his cop
voice. “I’m glad to see you.”
Poor thing. She hadn’t been counting
on Janette and Clarice, he saw. It was obvious from her face. Her big blue eyes
darted from his sister to his niece and back again and then she looked like she
might climb out of her skin when Clarice tugged her shirt and said, “I like
your hair. It’s frizzy!”
Charlie almost laughed but held it
down.
“Thank you, sweetie,” Kimber damn near
whispered. She fingered the hem of her red sweater and shifted from foot to
foot, her tall brown riding boots clacking on his hardwood floor. When he saw
her in those jeans and boots, having just had her, his
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