Love Again (Cowboys & Angels 4)

I knocked on the door and waited for her to either yell, “Go away,” or for her to let me in.

The door opened and the moment she saw me, she smiled.

“Hey, I wanted to make sure you were okay. Mind if I come in?”

Opening the door wider, she stepped to the side, and I walked in. The second the door shut, she threw herself at me, crashing her lips to mine. It was a hungry, desperate kiss. Her hands were pulling my shirt out of my jeans before they worked on getting them unbuttoned.

“Wait, Waylynn,” I gasped, holding her at arm’s length. “What’s going on?”

“I need you, Jonathon. I need to be in your arms, to feel you holding me.”

The emptiness in her eyes was still there. She was using sex to cope with what had happened, and there was no way I was going to do that. Get over someone by getting under someone else? Yeah, that wasn’t my style.

“I want you too, Waylynn, but I think maybe we should talk first.”

Her brows pinched. “Talk? You’d rather talk over fucking?”

“I’d rather talk and then make love to you.”

Her eyes softened. “And if I say I don’t want to talk?”

She continued trying to unbutton my jeans, pushing them down, letting my dick spring out.

“Commando this evening, huh? I like it.”

Her hand moved up and down my shaft as she tried to get me to come all the way up. As she lowered herself, I tried to explain why this was a bad idea.

“Waylynn, baby, I really think we need… Oh, motherfucker.”

Her mouth took my entire cock and she started sucking while she worked me with both her mouth and hands. I needed to make her stop; we had to talk first.

“Fuuck,” I groaned as she played with my balls and sucked harder.

“Wait. Waylynn…fuck…wait!”

She let my dick go and sat back. “What in the fuck is wrong with you? I’m giving you a damn blowjob and all you want to do is talk?”

“If you’d just let me…”

The doorbell rang, followed by a knock. “Waylynn, darling, it’s your mother. I’m coming in.”

I was standing in Waylynn’s living room with my dick hanging out and Waylynn on her knees in front of me.

“Get in my room! Quick! Last door on the right!”

Pulling my jeans up, I made my way down the hall and into the room. It didn’t take long to hear Melanie’s voice.

“Sweetheart, I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

I leaned against the wall next to her open bedroom door.

“I’m fine, Momma. Honestly, I just need to be alone for a bit.”

“The boys told me what that asshole said to you. Please, don’t let what he said get into that head of yours. I know you, Waylynn. You’ll think and think and think until you drive yourself crazy.”

I heard Waylynn sigh in frustration. “Mom, I’m fine. Can we talk more in the morning? I’m really exhausted.”

“Darling, I’ll let you get some rest but there is one more thing I want to talk to you about. Your father told me a little bit ago that you went to a clinic to look into a sperm donation.”

My heart slammed against my chest and my legs about gave out.

“Oh, Christ Almighty. Not now, Momma.” Waylynn’s voice had lowered.

“Waylynn, I just wanted to know if you were still leaving that option on the table now that Jonathon was in the picture.”

“It was just a visit to see how it all worked. That was all. Honestly, my head is killing me, and I really want to get to sleep.”

“Okay, well, we can talk about it tomorrow.”

Waylynn let out a moan of defeat. “Mom, Jonathon is here. He’s in my room. I’m sure you saw his truck outside?”

A few seconds of silence filled the house. “Oh, Waylynn, I wouldn’t have brought that up had I known he was here. He must be parked on the other side of the house!”

“He’s in my room. It’s okay.”

“Well, enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“Be careful driving home. Thank you for dinner, and I’m sorry Jack spoiled things.”

“Nonsense. Tell Jonathon goodnight for us.”

“Will do.”

When I heard the door shut, I walked into the living room. Waylynn was pouring herself a glass of whiskey.

“How much have you had to drink, Waylynn?”

She held it up and laughed. “Clearly not enough.”

“A fertility clinic? When were you going to tell me that little plan of yours?”

“It’s not the plan for right now. I mean, it never was. It was more like an option—a Plan B—just in case. I wanted to see how it would work.”

“When did you go?”

“Before we got together, so cool your tits. My God, why is everyone getting so up in arms about it?”

I pushed my hand through my hair. “Waylynn, maybe you should put the drink down. Let’s talk.”

She turned and leaned against the bar. “Jack told me if I came back to him we could have a baby right away.”