The Trouble With Us: A Second Chance Love Triangle (The Forbidden Love 2)

“Every night?” I raise my brows, doing a mental calculation in my head of her age which I believe is the early fifties. “You mean at your age you have sex every night?”

I quickly turn to Mom, pointing my finger at her. “You are not allowed to answer this question nor even partake in this conversation.”

Mom raises her hands, calling defeat.

“Yeah, I’ll second that,” Aunt Adriana complains while scowling. “Don’t go talking about my wild stallion of an older brother.”

I let out an exaggerated groan.

“Did you have to use the words wild stallion and my Dad in the same sentence? This is just as bad as when Liesel mentioned the whole Dad being online with gray sweatpants.”

Mom purses her lips, her smile fixed. “I am aware my husband somewhat went viral all because I sent him out to the store late one night.”

“Okay…” I breathe, trying to rid my head of this conversation. “Change of subject. Anything but this, please. I’ve got Ava’s string of dating fails as the top contender.”

Our dinner at Nobu was fantastic as usual, but when we got home, the sleeping arrangements were somewhat left unanswered. How on earth do you have a conversation as to where your boyfriend should sleep? Austin never stayed in this house since his parents lived not too far from here. Given that I’m an adult, you would think this shouldn’t be an issue, but we are talking about the great Lex Edwards here. There was a strict rule of no boys staying in the house though that was years ago and surely—should no longer apply to me.

We’re standing inside the kitchen when I expel a yawn. Mom suggests I head to bed, given the time zone change can be tiresome at times.

“Um, sure.” I turn to look at Will, unsure how to bring this up. Thank God Dad had left the room because of a phone call. “But, um…”

“It’s fine for the two of you to stay in the same room if that’s where you’re getting at.”

I breathe a sigh of relief, thanking my lucky stars. Mom is fine, which means Dad must be the same. “It’s just different. Will has always stayed in our guest room.”

“I can stay in the guest room again if you want to relive old times?” Will proposes with a cocky grin.

I punch him in the shoulder. “You’re still a pain in the ass, Romano.”

I’m waiting for Will’s comeback, but he knows better than to say anything in front of Mom, especially if it involves anything sexual.

We say goodnight and head to bed but not before showering and brushing our teeth. My room hasn’t changed much over the years, still the same king-sized bed and a few prints on the wall. There is a shelf near my desk, housing all the books I loved to read.

Beneath the doona covers, Will caresses my stomach.

“Look, this is weird. It’s my parents’ house.”

“We fucked in the guest room,” he is quick to remind me. “I’m sure you haven’t forgotten the midnight rendezvous?”

“Shhh…can you not use that word? What if my sisters hear?”

“So, wait a minute,” he begins, then continues, “I’m supposed to sleep beside you and not touch y

ou?”

“Think of it as some sort of a challenge.”

“I’m challenged enough. I run an empire. I’d like to fuck you, please.”

“Can we just hold off?” I plead with a squeaky voice. “I mean, what’s three nights?”

Will groans. “Fine, good night.”

He rolls over and falls asleep within a matter of minutes. What’s with men being able to do that? Meanwhile, I’m here trying to figure out my whole life while having flashbacks of middle school when my dress got caught on the chair, and the whole class saw my underwear.

Somewhere during the night, I wake up unable to sleep. It’s still dark out, and when I turn to look at my phone, it’s just past two in the morning. I toss and turn to no avail, desperate to touch him but bounded by my morals. Maybe, all I need is to touch his skin. There’s no harm in that.

I run my hands down his torso, hovering around his stomach until temptation is too much to bear. My hands slide into his pants, resting on his shaft. He is hard, making me crave him even more. As I begin to stroke him, his soft moans escape until I can’t take it anymore.