Don't Go There (Awkward Love 5)

He gets harder with every stroke, until he reaches down and lowers his zipper, his fingers fumbling. I chuckle at his urgency, then wrap my hand around his cock. I slide my fist up and down his shaft, moving faster as I tighten my grip. He shifts positions, and then kisses me, his mouth roughly pressing against mine. And then his phone rings again.

“Are you fucking serious?” he hisses.

I smirk at the frustration in his voice. He curses to himself as he digs through his pocket, answering it just in time.

“Hello?” he growls. “Yes, this is Adam.”

I sit on the bed while he paces the room, the roughness in his voice making me crave him even more. I swallow, wanting nothing more than to wrap my lips around his shaft and tease him until he releases, hard into my mouth.

He turns around and raises his eyebrows at me. I frown at him, wondering who it is.

“I really appreciate you calling to discuss my inquiry into gender reassignment, but unfortunately I’ve had a change of heart.”

Oh shit.

I cover my mouth with my hand. I’d totally forgotten about that.

He eyes narrow at me, but they sparkle with amusement. My soft giggles turn into laughter. They get progressively worse, until I’m lying on the floor, clutching my stomach. I’m barely able to breathe as I wipe the tears from my eyes. He glares at me, but the corners of his mouth keep lifting into a smile.

“Yes, thank you. I’m sure,” he says. “I’m very attached to my penis.”

He puts his phone down and then raises his eyebrows, which sends me into another round of laughter.

“Gender reassignment?” he asks, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry,” I gasp trying to catch my breath. “But the look on your face …”

“Come here.”

He puts his hand around my wrist and pulls me into his arms

“I’m not done with you yet …”EpilogueSix months laterKatie“Are you ready?”

I nod, even though I don’t feel ready. I slip my hand inside Adam’s as he knocks on the door. The door swings open, and a woman stands there. She’s older than I was expecting, and more petite, but I can definitely see the resemblance. He steps forward and hugs his mom. She looks at him in confusion.

“Adam?”

“Hey, Mom.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” she chastises. She looks embarrassed as she glances at me. “The house is a mess and I haven’t had a chance to go to the store.”

“I did tell you.” He speaks softly. “Last week and then I called this morning to remind you, too. Remember?” She shakes her head slightly while he glances at me. “This is my girlfriend, Katie.”

“It’s lovely to finally meet you, Mrs. Jenkins,” I say.

She nods, ignoring my outstretched hand, then she turns around and walks back inside, mumbling something about her show. Adam and I follow, walking into the living room. I sit down on the couch.

“Would you like a drink, Mom?” Adam asks.

She nods, but doesn’t speak, her gaze fixed on the television. I glance at Adam, who looks worried.

“I’ll be right back,” he says. “I’ll just be in the kitchen, through there.”

I nod and watch him leave. My stomach churns. This is going even worse than I imagined. I look around, trying to think of something to say to fill the silence, but when I open my mouth to speak, I realize she’s fallen asleep.

She sits in her chair, her head bowed, her eyes closed.

I quietly stand up and walk over to a small display of photos that sit on top the cabinet in the corner. I smile at the photo of Adam when he was younger. He looks about seven, and he’s cradling a little boy, who looks about three. They both look so happy.

“My favorite picture.”

I turn around. She smiles at me and puts her hand out for it. I give it to her, watching as she traces her finger over the glass, tears in her eyes.

Adam walks in carrying two coffees. He sets one down next to his mom, then he hands me the other one. His mom holds the photo up.

“I love this picture, Adam.”

“Me too,” he murmurs, a pained look in his eyes.

Without a word, she gets to her feet, leaving the photo on the table, then she walks upstairs. Adam sighs and sits down next to me. He sits forward, resting his arms against his thighs, his head bowed.

“I better check on her.” He gets up. “Tom is a difficult topic for her.”

I carry the cups into the kitchen, then I sit down to wait for Adam. My phone buzzes. I pull it out of my pocket, my heart racing when I see a text from Lily, along with a photo of her new little baby.

Lily: Say hello to Anthony.

I smile at the sweet little face. He looks perfect.