by Brianna Cash
Perfect. I have no problem with Genny catching me. But first, I run far enough away that Zeke won’t see what I do to his new friend. Running around the corner of the restrooms, I catch Genny as she follows me. After shrieking in surprise, she melts into my arms as I cover her mouth with mine.
I can’t even keep my hands off her when I’m at a playground with my sister and my nephews. I’m in trouble.
The best kind of trouble.
Genny leans into me, her tongue becoming more insistent as her hands lock themselves around my neck. In the back of my mind, there’s that same little voice whispering that this is already getting out of hand, but I don’t care. Right now, I want her in my arms, nowhere else.
Pulling her with me, I lean against the side of the building and slide my hands around her waist under her shirt. She groans at the feel of my skin on hers, her hips pushing against mine. Moving one hand south, I grip her ass and feel her break the kiss to tip her head back. Ever the opportunist, I take advantage of having her long, elegant neck exposed, taking my first taste of her that doesn’t come from her mouth.
“Walker…” she whispers, one of her hands moving from my neck up onto my scalp, her fingers pushing through my hair. Kissing my way back up her neck, I take her mouth again, gripping her ass in both hands and pulling her against me.
I don’t have much time left, if any, so I spin us around and pin her against the wall, capturing her mouth one last time. “You never told me how the second test ride went.”
Her eyes fly open, glassy and confused as I take her mind somewhere it doesn’t want to go. A smile slowly works its way onto her flushed cheeks as she answers. “Better than expected. But I was still thinking of you, so I don’t know if it counts.”
“I wasn’t there. It counts.” Running my hand up her side, I squeeze her ribs lightly, letting my fingers trail along the outer curve of her breast. She moves her arm, encouraging me closer to the middle, tipping her head back and closing her eyes as I brush over her nipple.
“This isn’t a good place to be touching me like this, Friend.”
“What? Thinking about being inside you while you’re up against the restroom building in a children’s park isn’t a good idea?”
“Not the best you’ve had, I’m sure.”
Genny cocks her head to the side, listening. Sure enough, Zeke’s voice is getting louder as he yells for Uncle Walk! and Genny! “You give me some very bad ideas, G.”
“You should see the ideas that take place in my head when I get out our toy.”
I step away, adjusting my very tight pants, as Genny pulls her shirt back down and fluffs her hair. “Our toy?” I ask, wishing more than ever that I could take part in how and when she uses it. There’s no way we’re there yet, though. “I wanna hear all about these bad ideas.”
“Be good and maybe you will.”
“What’s your definition of good, G?”
Zeke runs around the corner screaming our names and Genny catches him mid-stride, picking him up and spinning him around.
“What’re you guys doing? You were gone a long time,” he whines.
“I got stuck. Your Uncle Walk made sure I wasn’t hurt, and that I felt really good before he got me unstuck,” she tells him, making eyes at me the whole time.
Zeke eyes us curiously, not quite believing Genny. “Where’d you get stuck?” he demands skeptically, looking around to see what anyone could possibly get stuck on back here.
“Zeke, get away from Genny. If you can,” I offer, trying not to laugh as he squirms in Genny’s arms. “I trapped Genny like she’s got you trapped.”
His eyes narrow in suspicion and he glares at Genny’s flushed face. “Uncle Walk kissed you again!”
“And now that I have you trapped, I’m gonna kiss you!” Genny promises, smothering his face with a hundred kisses. At first, he pushes her away, not wanting any gross kisses from a girl. But by the time she’s done, he’s laughing and kissing her right back.
See? I’m not the only one who can’t resist her and that sweet mouth she has.
Once Zeke forgets he’s mad at us for being gone so long, Genny puts him down and he walks between us. We’re each holding one of his hands and he’s running ahead and jumping into the air, letting us swing him up and back before his feet touch the ground again.
Reese packs up when we get back to the blanket and Zeke says he wants Genny to hold his hand on the way home. My sister just shakes her head with a long sigh.
Back at Reese’s, Zeke pulls Genny up the stairs, asking her to read him a story since Reese told him very sternly that it was bedtime. Reese shoos them along with her free hand, Finn still planted on her hip, slapping her boob and singing a nonsensical song only he knows.
Genny easily won over my nephew tonight.
“I thought I was going to be Zeke’s number one girl until he was at least in middle school, so I can honestly say I hate her for stealing him from me,” Reese informs me.
“He told me you’re prettier than she is.”
“Aww,” Reese says, her hand going straight to her heart. “He said that?”
“You’re still his number one. She’s just a shiny new friend. Let her watch them with me some time. When she scolds him, I’m sure she’ll drop below you in his mind.”
“And find her giving another performance in my living room when I get home? No thank you!”
I knew it wouldn’t be easy. “I promise we’ll keep our clothes on.”
“Sure, they’ll be on, they’ll just be pushed out of the way. Not happening, Walker. I don’t feel like taking the time to disinfect my house after a night off.”
“What if we watched the boys at Genny’s house?”
Reese stops what she’s doing to stare at me. “Why would you want to spend a night with your girlfriend watching my children?”
“I don’t know,” I admit with a shrug of my shoulders. “Today was a lot of fun. I like seeing her with Zeke and I’m betting she’ll have just as much with Finn. What’s the big deal?”
“Oh my God,” Reese says slowly. “You’re nuts about her, aren’t you? You like seeing her with the kids you love, because it makes it easy to picture your future with her.”
“What? I’m not thinking anything like that yet. I’m just thinking today was fun. I love spending time with the boys, and I love spending time with Genny. I’m just putting two things I love together.”
“You love Genny, huh?”
“I love spending time with her,” I correct. “It’s way too soon to figure out if I could love her or not.”
“Uh-huh,” Reese mutters, a sly smile covering her mouth. “Sure, Walker, whatever you say.”
Rolling my eyes, I steal Finn and move into the living room, where I let him stand on my legs as I sit on the couch, his little hands wrapped around my fingers. He’s babbling, trying to tell me how much he thinks his mom is crazy, I’m sure. I tell him he’s absolutely right, his momma’s a bit of a whack job. The way he smiles when I say it tells me we’re on the same wavelength.
I don’t tell Genny I offered her house and her assistance in watching the boys. It didn’t seem like Reese was very keen on the idea. Sometimes I talk without thinking, and my mouth gets me in trouble.
Luckily, when I drop Genny off at the end of the night, talking is the last thing she’s interested in doing. Using my mouth to kiss Genny gets me in a different kind of trouble, but I like this kind of trouble. I’ll take this kind of trouble as often as I’m able to get it.
Genny
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take you out tonight?” Walker asks from my couch a week and a half later, and I reassure him again.
“Very sure. You can take me out next weekend,” I tell him for the third time. Maybe if I give him a better explanation he’ll leave it alone. “This week is gonna be weird and I just want to relax tonight.”
“Why’s it gonna be weird?”
Bringing a bottle of beer over for us, I settle on the c
ouch next to him. “You know about my migraines. Remember when I said I usually get them?”
“When you’re stressed out.”
“And when I’m hormonal.”
“Oh-kayy.”
This is awkward. How do I say, Walker, I’m gonna get my period, so I’m going to have another episode? I was hoping he’d be able to figure that out on his own, but apparently, he needs a little coaxing to help him put two and two together.
“I’m going to be hormonal this week, which means I’m gonna get another migraine. Probably tomorrow. So, if I you try to get ahold of me and I don’t answer your texts or calls for a couple days, don’t worry about it. I’m just sleeping off my migraine and my cramps.”
“Oh,” he says, finally getting it. He stares at me quizzically before taking a drink of the beer I just gave him. “What’s wrong with your brother?”
“What? Where did that question come from?”
“You get these weird migraines, Callie’s diabetic. What’s wrong with Calvin?”
“Nothing,” I laugh. “Calvin’s perfect, health-wise. Lucky bastard!”
Walker slides his arm around me and pulls me close. His mouth moves oh-so-close to mine before he stops and eyes the stairs. “Where’s Callie tonight?”
Callie... Of course, she’s the reason Walker’s tongue isn’t in my mouth right now.
“She’s supposedly in her room.”
“She’s a sneaky one, isn’t she?”
Nodding in agreement, I pull him back to me, but he just smiles against my lips. Damn it all to hell. If he won’t kiss me, maybe I do want him to take me out. Somewhere we can be alone, and I can get him to kiss me the way I want him to. The way he likes to. I don’t care if he blames it all on me, there’s no way he can honestly tell me he doesn’t enjoy every second of our tongue wrestling sessions.
There’s always my room.
Hmm. Would I be able to resist him if I get him on my bed in a horizontal position with his tongue inside my mouth again? I’m curious to see if I spontaneously combust like I did the last time I rolled around with him up there. Is it something that happens every time, or was last time just beginner’s luck?
The thought of trying to figure that out really turns me on.
Trying again to kiss Walker, I roll my eyes at his closed mouth. “You’re no fun,” I complain.
“You’re too much fun. If you weren’t quite so responsive, I wouldn’t hesitate. We don’t need Callie to see your messed-up face in person, do we?”
“Can we take our little party up to my room then?”
Walker’s expression tells me he likes that idea very much, but he’s still reluctant. “I was hoping to spend tonight getting to know you better. If we go to your room, I doubt we’ll do much talking.”
“Compromise?”
“I’m listening…”
“We can write down questions we want to ask each other. If you answer one of my questions completely and honestly, as a reward, I’ll kiss you. Then we’ll switch, and it’ll be my turn.”
“Hmm,” he murmurs. “So, you’re going to be extremely open and honest because you want as many of my kisses as you can get… I think that sounds like a fun game. Can I add a rule? For my own personal protection?”
“Why do you need protected from me?”
“Yes or no, G.”
Rolling my eyes, I tell him, “Yes, within reason.”
Walker chuckles before finally opening that sweet mouth and sliding his tongue between my lips. He tastes like beer and promises. Promises of all the good things yet to come. Promises of fireworks.
“We have to keep our clothes on,” he whispers in my ear. “All of them.”
“You’re definitely no fun,” I whisper back, already wishing I could shed some, or all, of mine. “But since that was my plan all along, I’ll agree to it for tonight.”
Stealing some paper and pens from Callie’s studying station, we make our way to my room. “Does it need to be an open-ended question?” I ask.
“Any question you want. We should probably have roughly the same amount though.”
“Eh,” I shrug, while tapping the pen against my mouth to help me think. “You kissing me, me kissing you… As long as our mouths and tongues are fused, I don’t care who’s turn it is.”
Scoffing, he reaches out to slide his hand along my skin under my shirt. I’m very ok with it, encouraging it even, until he tickles me, his hand torturing me and making me squeal in laughter until I can get away from him. Walker’s a fan of tickling. I’ll have to make sure to tickle him the next time he lands me on top of him straddling his hips, with the erection I love to feel between my legs.
“So that means if you only have ten questions for me, but I have fifty, once you’re done asking yours, I get to ask you question after question until all mine are answered, right?”
I didn’t consider that, did I? I was focusing on the kissing part. “Ok, we should have the same amount. And I’m adding a rule.” Walker arches an eyebrow from his leisurely spot on my bed. “No more tickling me.”
“No more tickling you tonight,” he agrees.
“I’ll take it. Don’t get me wrong, I love your hands on me, but next time do something with them that doesn’t make me squirm, please.”
“I don’t know, I’ve seen you squirm in a way that tells me you love the way I’m touching you.”
“No more tickling,” I demand, pointing my pen at him. Smiling, he goes back to his question making.
Can I just mention, really quickly, how amazingly good he looks sprawled out on my bed the way he is? Walker relaxed and happy, taking up a huge amount of space on my queen size bed, has me coming up with all kinds of fun games. And none of them require pens or clothes.
Scribbling out a few more questions, I look up to find him watching me. Maybe he’s ready. I quickly tally up the things I most want to know.
After comparing totals, I write out a couple more, just whatever comes to mind first. I want my questions to be random, so I mix up the cards they’re written on and tell him to pick one. Walker reads the first question silently before studying me. He’s thinking, trying to come up with a good answer. “What’s the coolest thing you’ve done that no one knows about?” His eyes flick back to mine before he adds, “We should make another rule.”
“Another one? This is supposed to be a simple game! We’re making it kind of complicated.”
“This is a good question and I wanna steal it. I was thinking our new rule should be that we both have to answer each question.”
“My questions for you might not be questions I want to answer,” I complain. I definitely didn’t pick out my questions thinking I would need to answer them.
“Then no kissing after that question.”
Glaring at him, I’m not sure what to hope for. Do I want his questions to be easy for me to answer, or a fun way to learn about him? “Ok, fine, but you’d better have some good stories to tell me. Now what’s your answer?”
Walker looks back down at the paper. “I was there when Zeke was born. My mom was supposed to be in the delivery room with Reese, but he came a couple weeks early, and I was the only one who could get there in time. I got to cut the umbilical cord. It was the most amazing moment of my life.”
“Wow,” I whisper. “That’s a good story. No wonder you’re so close with him.”
“Yeah, I love that little rascal.” Walker beams a proud smile, turning the tables on me. “What about you?”
“Nothing like that,” I complain. Thinking back, I try to remember anything cool that I’ve done. It’s been so long since I’ve done something that wasn’t just another part of ordinary everyday life. There has to be something I did that was fun. What about way back in high school, or college? There’s gotta be something from then, right?
“I don’t know if it’s cool, but back in high school, there was this guy,” I start, a little nervous because this story definitely isn’t cool.
“Oh God,” Walk
er mutters shaking his head.
“Relax, it’s not like that. He was really sweet, but a total nerd. We were lab partners my junior year, so even though he wasn’t someone I’d normally ever associate with, I got to know him. When it came prom time, someone asked him to go and he said no because he was too nervous that she’d want to kiss him, and he’d never kissed anyone before. So, I taught him how to kiss. And he took her to prom and eventually married her.”
Walker ruins my story by laughing. “Are you trying to take credit for someone else’s happily ever after?”
“Oh Lord! I’m just saying I helped out a friend without telling anyone. He was actually a pretty good kisser once he gained some confidence.”
“My story’s way better than yours,” Walker comments, his eyes lit up like Christmas morning. “I guess that means you need to kiss me, right?”
Oh yeah! I forgot about the kissing part of this game. Deciding I should keep it short and innocent since we’re just getting started, I lean into him nice and slow, taking my sweet old time. When my lips finally touch his, I feel him opening up, very ready for things to get hot and heavy. Instead, I let my lips linger on his for a few seconds and pull away before our tongues wander out of their respective homes, pulling a question from his pile with a smirk.
“You’re gonna pay for that little trick, G.”
“I hope to, Friend,” I confess, shooting a smile his way and grabbing one of the cards from my pile. “Now. Your question for me. If I could have any job in the world, what would it be?” I think about all the dreams I had before my parents died. I was so young, so naïve. My dreams were simple, but apparently not simple enough. The greedy hands of fate stole them in the blink of an eye.
“I wanted to be a music teacher.”
“Wanted to be? Is that what you’d still choose if you could do anything?”
“I guess, if things were different. It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about what I’d do if I could do anything. Usually, I’m not thinking about what I want, ya know?” I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the useless nostalgia trying to take over my emotions. “What about you?”