The Summer He Came Home (Bad Boys of Crystal Lake 1)

Or a shot of something in the ass? He hid the smile that accompanied that thought.

She nodded. “Yes, that’s what I was thinking.” She shrugged. “He’s an old man with an itch. This can’t be rocket science.”

“Well, I’ve got to get going, so…”

She grabbed a tube of cream and chuckled. “Goodness, of course. I’m sure you’ve got much more important things to do than discuss such a thing with an old lady.”

Cain let her pass, his face hot. He swore everyone in the damn store was staring at him. He clutched the box in his hands tightly. Mrs. Lancaster kept up a pleasant chatter all the way to the front cashier, and he followed behind.

“I hope Pastor Lancaster feels some relief soon.” He smiled tightly. Crap, Rebecca Stringer was heading his way. He needed to get the hell out of the store.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

Cain stepped by her and stood just beyond the cash register, his intent to inch past.

“I’m sure he will, but Cain, you might want to pay for those before you leave.” Her gaze moved to his hands, and she smiled, a devilish twinkle in her eye. “Stealing is a sin, son, among other things.”

He looked at the shiny black box in his hands and swallowed. Not cool to be caught by the pastor’s wife with a box of big-ass studded condoms, and a vibrating condom ring to boot.

Rebecca was nearly to the cashier, a determined look on her face. His blood pressure rose signific

antly. He so didn’t want to deal with her right now.

“Do you want to…” Mrs. Lancaster motioned in front of her. “I’m sure you’re in much more of a hurry than I am. Why don’t you pay for your purchase first.” She winked and whispered, “You might want to ask for a paper bag, though you should know they charge a quarter for them now.”

He forced a smile and clutched his Rough Riders.

Sure, he’d get right on that.

Chapter 19

Maggie had changed at least six times in the last half hour, and at the moment, her bedroom was a disaster. Clothes were strewn everywhere, and shoes littered the floor. She didn’t have a whole lot in her closet, so the mess represented most of what she owned.

Her fingers smoothed the soft lines of the skirt she wore. She’d forgotten about it, mostly because she’d had no reason to wear it for the last few years. It was an older piece, but hugged her curves in exactly the right way. She glanced around. The mess was worth it. She felt sexy, anxious, and excited. Things she hadn’t felt in years.

Her hair was loose, fell past her shoulders in a curtain of crimson that she’d carefully straightened. The subtle highlights Lori had added shone like slivers of gold, and when she turned her head, her eyes were luminous, emphasized by the new makeup she’d purchased.

It was amazing how a little bit of mascara coupled with dark, smoky shadow made her eyes pop. Light blush across her cheekbones and some gloss on her lips, and she was good to go.

The skirt was a wraparound, plain black and short, falling halfway down her thigh. She’d joined it with a soft green silk halter and black sandals that she’d borrowed from Raine. She was braless and a little nervous about the fact, but she didn’t have one of those fancy crisscross halter bras.

Her fingers ran over her chest lightly, and her nipples hardened, their rigid tips very much in evidence. She thought of Cain’s hands on her and blushed when she thought of how boldly she grabbed him between the legs. He’d felt so big and strong.

As the image lingered, the slow, heavy ache she’d been fighting for days intensified. Good God, she had no need for color on her cheeks. Her natural embarrassed tone would be more than enough.

A stab of fear shot through her, and she blew out a nervous breath. All she could think about was sex. With Cain. Her mind had been filled with erotic images of him since Sunday night, and she groaned as her hands rested against her heated cheeks.

She couldn’t do this. She was no practiced actress or knowledgeable model. Heck, she only knew of one way to do it. What if Cain expected something…spectacular? What if there was some new way to do it that she’d never heard of? Some weird, kinky thing that was all the rage with rockers and models and…

You sure as hell had no problems with inhibitions the other night.

The thought snuck into her mind and her blush deepened.

The things I’m going to do to you, Maggie, just might be illegal in some states.

His words echoed in her head, coiled around the heat in her belly, and kick-started her into action. Cain would be here any minute.

She grabbed the pile of clothes off the bed, stuffed them in her closet, and threw the shoes in as well. She could deal with putting them away properly tomorrow. A giggle escaped, and she made a face. If only her clients could see her now.