Addicted After All(28)
My phone buzzes, but so does everyone else’s.
We all check the group text.
Please, one of you, f*cking call me. We’ll reschedule the meeting. I just want to know if my grandson’s alive. – Dad
He’d probably be here if traffic wasn’t gridlocked from the wreck. I’m the first to text him back.
Yeah. I hesitate on what else to add, my body binding with more emotion. I try to smother these feelings on instinct. I swallow and type: He’s okay.
{ 10 }
LOREN HALE
With a grocery bag in hand, I slowly open the door to my bedroom. I hope Lily is either asleep or watching Thor from where we left off—right before she craved apples and cream cheese icing. Both of which, weren’t in the house. I had to take Lily’s car—since mine is out of commission—to make a run to the store.
When I walk through, I see Lil on our bed, my tablet cupped in her hand while her brows furrow. The moment I shut the door, she flinches and hides the tablet beneath the comforters.
Not porn, is my first and only thought.
“Hiding something?” I ask her.
She holds out her hands for the grocery bag, her eyes widening. I stand at the foot of the bed. She looks ridiculously adorable dressed in her red Spider-Man onesie, pajamas that she bought in college.
“Did you get the icing?” She perks up and reaches for the plastic bag.
I retract my arm, keeping a hard demeanor. “How about we trade? Give me the tablet and I’ll give you the food?”
“I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” she says, but makes no movement to grab the tablet.
I suddenly seize her ankle and tug her to the edge of the bed quickly. The breath rushes out of her, and her eyes land solely on my package. I put my face very close to hers so she stares right into my gaze. “Lily Calloway, are you looking at porn?”
“No,” she says. I don’t detect the lie.
“Were you on Tumblr?”
She presses her lips together.
I give her a no-nonsense look. “Lil.”
“Lo.”
I shake my head at her. “What could be so goddamn interesting that you’d risk your precious apples and icing?”
She raises her hands. “I can explain.” Her mouth stays frozen, wide open, and no words escape.
To cut to the chase, I rest a knee on the bed, lean forward and steal my tablet back. She doesn’t even attempt to retrieve it. She just buries her face in the comforter, her cheeks reddening in embarrassment.
I’m more confused. I type in my password on the lock screen. And what pops up is an article, not on Tumblr, titled: Best sex positions during pregnancy.
It’s not even close to being bad.
She mumbles something into the comforter that sounds like, I was just curious.
I take the tub of icing and the tray of sliced apples out of the bag and then roll Lily on her back. She shields her face with her hands.
“I couldn’t help it. I mean, I could, but I just wondered what would feel the best and…and I’m going to stop talking now.”
I straddle her, my knees on either side of her hips, and she peeks out of her fingers, inspecting the icing and the apples in my clutch.
“Am I dreaming?” she whispers.
“No, love.”
She crinkles her nose. “This seems an awful lot like one of my fantasies.” She pauses. “Only you’re supposed to be naked.”
“In time,” I tell her, snapping open the tub of icing.
“So you’re not mad at me?” she asks, propping her body on her elbows.
“I trust you, Lil.” I’d rather her be comfortable when we sleep together than panicked and anxious anyway. I recognize how unfair it must be when I can read all of these sites, have all of this knowledge, and she’s supposedly not allowed any of it—for the sake of not arousing her. We’re going to f*ck regardless.
She reddens even more as she whispers, “Are we going to have sex right now?”
“Why are you whispering?” I say. “Are you hiding someone under the bed?”
“No,” she says, watching me dip an apple in icing.
With my other hand, I cup the spot between her legs, and she writhes beneath me, a breathless sound leaving her lips. My cock throbs a couple times. I’m about to put the apple between her lips, but the moment I lean forward, our window suddenly shatters. I flinch as a projectile thuds hard on the floorboards.