Mom sighs. “Oh, I know. Don’t forget I accompany the team to most of our away events. Why do you think I told you that dating a skydiver isn’t all parties and excitement? It isn’t just that it’s a dangerous sport, Len. Those men play with death every day and it’s hard for them to shake the constant need for adrenaline. Even your papà ...”
She stops in her tracks and I gasp. “Papà cheated on you?”
“No, baby,” she says, shaking her blonde head. “Not once we decided to be exclusive. But Patrick was handsome and with that sexy French accent, I had to fight for him to notice me.”
Her eyes glaze over and I know she’s fighting tears. “What I’m trying to say, baby girl, is that I know how these men live because I was in love with the best of them. And your papà was one of a kind, he would’ve never hurt me or you. I’m not trying to tell you what to do, Lenley,” she says, opening the car door, ready to walk into the house. “You’re an adult and you should get to live your life the way you see fit. As your mom, I just hate that I can’t totally protect you anymore, you know? When you were little, it was easier. The hardest thing for a parent, when your kids begin to grow up, is not being able to make everything right with a kiss and a Band-Aid. You can’t protect them from getting hurt and take away their pain,” she says, unlocking the front door and stepping into the house.
“Mom.” I follow her inside, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight. “I love you. You’ve done everything you could for me and more.”
She pulls back to look at me, running a gentle hand over the side of my face, like she used to do when I was a child. “Just promise me that whatever you do, you’ll be careful, ok? Guard your heart and make sure you guys are protected. Both against disease and—you’re still on the pill, right? I think I’m way too young to be a grandma.”
“Mom!” I gasp, horrified that she’s thinking about what Channing and I were going to do in that hotel room. “We—I—”
Her smug smirk tells me that she’s messing with me and I decide that she deserves some payback. “We haven’t done that yet, but yeah, I’m still on the pill. What about you?” I ask, letting my eyes wander down her still gorgeous figure. “Are you being careful? You’re definitely not too old to give me a baby brother or sister.”
The look on her face is priceless, she blushes up to the roots of her blonde hair. I should know, despite inheriting Papà’s dark hair and green eyes, I definitely have Mom’s fair complexion.
“Lenley! Whatever you mean! I was there for a dinner date and—”
“Mom,” I say softly, doing a pretty good job of hiding my amusement. “Like you just said a second ago, I’m an adult. That means that you don’t need to hide the fact that you have a sex life from me. And I wasn’t born yesterday. It was way too late for a dinner date.”
She sighs, fidgeting with her hands the same way I do when I’m nervous. “Ok, yeah, I—It’s still a new relationship, Len. But I think it’s going well and if things get serious, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”
A part of me is a little hurt that she won’t tell me more about her new boyfriend, but I need to respect her privacy; after all, I had never openly told her about my feelings for Darrius until the other day.
I’m also keeping the real nature of my relationship with Channing—and his friends—private, so I know I don’t have a leg to stand.
“That would be great.” I smile. “And I hope I’ll get to meet him soon. Goodnight, Mom. I’m seriously beat and Kyle asked me to come by the office tomorrow, so I better get some sleep.”
She kisses my temple and I head up the stairs and into my room, suddenly struggling to keep my eyes open.
My phone vibrates with an incoming text message as soon as I plug it into its charger.
Channing: Hey baby, just checking on you. Did you make it home? Was your mom mad that she saw us together?”
I can’t contain my smile; Channing might not be boyfriend material but he has my back as a friend.
Me: She was fine. She just warned me to make sure we don’t make her a grandma.
Channing: Devil emoji, laughing emoji. Yeah, no. I don’t plan on having a mini Channing running around for a few years at the very least. But I can’t say that the idea of practicing my baby making skills with you isn’t appealing.
Me: Blushing emoji. I’m sorry my mom cock blocked us. And you had paid a lot of money for that room! Let me pay you back, and before you start arguing with me, let’s go at least half.
Channing: There’s no need. I talked to the concierge and he did me a solid and gave me a full refund. He saved me from the most expensive case of blue balls in history, so I’ll send him some Devil autographed merchandise tomorrow to say thank you.
Me: Good. I’m glad. I’m sorry I didn’t get to take care of you after how awesome you were at the movies.
My phone rings and I answer it immediately.
“You were awesome too at the movies,” Channing’s deep voice reverberates through my body, causing my clit to throb at the memory of the way he touched me earlier. “You’re so fucking hot and so soft, Lenley. I wish we’d gone up to our room before your mom saw us, because I was planning to taste you. I bet you taste so fucking sweet too.”
My pulse quickens at the memory of his hands on me, of his fingers inside me. I can only imagine how his warm mouth would’ve felt on me. “No one has ever done that to me,” I admit, clenching my thighs at the thought of it.
“Fuck,” he rumbles softly. “Do you have any idea of how fucking hard you make me? I’ve been hard all night.”
The excitement in his voice is contagious and I can almost feel him, rock hard against my hip like he was earlier in the back of his truck. “I wish I could see,” I murmur, debating if I should quietly make my way to the garage and sneak out to meet him.
But Channing surprises me, going in a completely different direction than I expected.
“Are you asking me to send you a dick pic, Lenley?” he chuckles.
I swallow, my throat suddenly dry.
I was used to talking to Darrius on the phone every night; but it was never like this. “Would you send me one?” I provoke him, feeling bold.
There’s another chuckle. I really like the way he laughs and I like the way he makes me feel.
Sexy, excited, free.
My phone vibrates and I move it away from my ear to check out the text message he just sent.
I recognize the golden, tan skin of Channing’s lower abs; there’s that delicious V carved in his slender hips that points out to something that can’t be real.
I mean, seriously. I’ve never seen a dick in real life, my only experience of it was watching porn with Sarah and Kiara, freshman year. Before my girlfriends started dating and I was left behind on those kinds of experiences because I was waiting for Darrius to realize that I loved him.
I know this isn’t technically “real life” because it’s still a photo but—I can’t take my eyes off of it.
Channing’s shaft is hard, long and thick. So long that the perfect heart shaped, pink tip of his dick touches his belly button.
How do I know that he’s truly huge and he isn’t using some weird angle to make himself look bigger?
He’s obviously pointing the camera of his phone at his crotch with one hand while he’s pulling down his light gray sweatpants with the other. His forearm is aligned with his shaft and God help me, Channing is really tall and has long arms.
He’s absolutely HUGE.