Page 60 of Not Mine to Rescue

She laughed and I slipped a little.

Before too much of that could derail us, I grabbed the curled edge of the condom so it wouldn’t fuck us both.

“Be right back.”

My head spun as I stumbled into her bathroom. Thank goodness it was connected because I’d have never made it to the hallway, or worse, down all those damn steps.

“No wonder your legs are in such good shape.” I wrapped the rubber in tissue and dropped it into the little waste container that was built into the cabinet.

“What?”

I grabbed a towel and a washcloth from the bar. “Your legs. They’re in incredible shape from climbing all those stairs.” I waited for the hot water to heat up before wetting the cloth.

She leaned against the doorframe, watching me. I handed off the towel with one corner dampened, and used the washcloth on myself.

“You like my legs?”

She placed one foot on the counter, pointing her toes just so.

I froze like a cornered animal. But a damn fixated one. My eyes almost rolled into my head. “Hell yeah.” I didn’t know if I should trace her skin from ankle to knee with my gaze or my lips. But oh hell, she held the towel against her crotch, and I almost wept.

A twinge of near pain struck my cock. It really wanted to get hard again and… Shit. I covered it with the tiny washcloth because it was trying. “You’re evil.”

She grinned and switched places with me. “Out. I need to clean up better, and you’re distracting me.”

“That’s my line.” I slid my palm over her ass because it was right there. I kissed her shoulder because, again, it was right there.

“Out.” She gave me a little shove, and I was locked out, stranded…naked in her bedroom.

The dogs perked their ears up, as if silently asking if we were done yet?

“No way, you’re on your own.” I answered.

Molly dropped her head to her paws. Dumb Ass thought I said something else because he bounded off the dog bed and tried to play.

I guarded my crotch. “Move.” I shoved him aside to find my boxers and pants. No way in hell was I letting that beast near my bare dick.

Honoria came out in a pale pink bathrobe.

It gaped a little, showing off her cleavage. One tug on the belt and I’d see all of her again. The temptation was there.

And of course, that’s when her phone rang.

It was under the pile of clothing we’d left in a nice trail from the door to the bed. She checked the ID and frowned. “I have to take this. Sorry.”

With a hair toss and a straightening of her posture, she answered it while staring at the wall. “Jim. Hi.”

The ex. The clipped way she spoke proved she was in full warrior mode. Maybe I should kiss that sensitive part on her neck to see if there was a chink in her armor there?

“No, that’s fine, I don’t have plans. I can let Lemon know.”

I quirked an ear to the conversation, opting not to interrupt it.

“The weekend? I don’t know, I mean—” Her face soured.

If I had to read the darkening emotion painted there, I’d say she was getting angry. Her eyes weren’t soft anymore. The set of her jaw was tense. “She just got used to being here all the time.”

Molly perked her ears up. We both knew they were talking about her. I sat down on Honor’s lounge chair to reach over and scratch Molly behind the ears. DA climbed on the chair beside me and plonked his fat butt on my lap. I used both hands to keep them busy while Honor’s conversation turned darker.