Beauty from Pain(50)

I take out a satin lavender slip gown and hold it up for him to see. He shakes his head before reaching into his bureau and tossing one of his T-shirts in my direction. “Here. Wear this.” Yep. We are officially on coitus hiatus until we can get our hands on a different batch of condoms.


He’s seen me naked, but I still turn around to take my clothes off and slip into his shirt. I’m not sure wearing something of his is helping with the coitus hiatus effort because I can’t help but notice how good it smells. Just like Lachlan.


We go into the bathroom together to do our bedtime rituals. He’s on his side and I’m on the other. I watch him in the mirror as he brushes his teeth. It feels so domestic. He glances over and I’m not sure if it’s because he’s sneaking a peek at me or if he feels my eyes on him.


When we’re finished, we climb into bed and he pulls me close. He doesn’t ask me to tell him about the pain I’m hiding. He simply holds me until we fall asleep. It’s something I’ve never done. And it’s beautiful.


I wake the next morning and my hand reaches for a warm body that isn’t there. The early bird is out of the nest already, which makes me the sleepyhead again, except for the fact that it’s only seven in the morning. That does not qualify as sleeping late in any shape or form.


I don’t find Lachlan in the kitchen, so I walk toward the gym. I hear “Whatever You Like” blaring through the speakers before I reach the door. When I walk in, he’s running on the treadmill and the back of his T-shirt is soaking wet. He’s been in here a while.


His back is to me, but his eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”


“Good morning, early bird. Nice song choice.”


“I think so too, although I like your version better. You just missed Snoop Dogg.”


“Hate that. Been running long?”


“Long enough.” He stops the treadmill and reaches for a towel to wipe the sweat from his face. His cheeks are rosy and it makes him look younger, like a child playing in the hot sun.


“I probably need to call Addison to let her know how long I’m staying.”


“How long do you want to stay?”


I shrug. “I don’t know. How long am I welcome?” Listen to me. I’m like Addison now, not wanting to wear out my welcome.


He wipes his neck and chest—jeez, I’d love to be that towel. “I’m leaving to go out of town Monday morning. Will you stay with me until then?”


I don’t have to think about it, but I hesitate for a moment so he doesn’t see how elated I am to be with him for the next two days. “Sure. That’s doable.”


He tosses the towel across the treadmill as he gets off and I know what’s he’s about to do. I see the mischief in his grin. He knows I’m about to run and catches me before I can take a second step. I’m no match for a conditioned runner.


He pulls me against his hot, sweaty body. I wanted to be his towel. Now, I am. Any other sweaty man would be gross, but Lachlan’s not. It’s the ultimate turn-on, but I remember we don’t have condoms since he tossed the whole box of potentially defective ones out last night.


I pretend to be grossed out as I push away from him. “Caveman, you are in desperate need of a shower.”


He rubs his sweaty body all over me. “Now you are too.”


Has he forgotten about our lack of protection? “Do you think that’s the best idea since you threw out all the condoms last night?”


He’s wearing that naughty little grin I’ve come to love so much. “Don’t need ’em for what we’re going to do.”


20


Jack McLachlan


It’s not even noon when we’re driving into town, and we both know exactly the purpose of our expedition. We have condom shopping to do.


“I didn’t pack enough clothes to stay until Monday. Do you mind swinging by the apartment so I can pick up some things?”


“No problem.” Except I do have a problem with it. I’m sure Ben Donavon will be there.


I park along the curb at the apartment. I’m not sure if I’m invited up, but I’m not at all crazy about her going to his place without me. “Will you come up and officially meet Addison?”