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“Oh, I did. But never like Leah. She’s always been difficult. Kara and I used to think she was switched at birth or dropped on her head.”

I chuckled.

“Seriously. I don’t understand what her problem is. Mom just wants the best for us.”

“Yeah, but Leah wants something different.”

“Don’t tell me you agree with her.”

“Not saying I do,” I lied. “I just know Leah doesn’t want to be a doctor.”

I knew a lot more than that, but I didn’t want to start an argument. “It doesn’t really matter, does it? I mean, she isn’t standing in my bedroom half-naked.”

I reached inside the coat and tweaked her nipple.

“How can you think about sex? At a time like this?”

“What else am I s’posed to think about? Besides, look at you. You’d make the Pope stand up and take notice. A certain part of him, at least.”

She laughed. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

“You’re right,” she said at last. “I do.”

I woke up at the usual time and cursed my internal alarm clock. I’d been asleep less than two hours. Gina was warm beside me in bed, so I caressed her bare bottom. I thought about nudging her awake with my hard-on, but she was sleeping so soundly that I decided to let her continue.

I had to go to the bathroom—part of the reason I had an erection in the first place—so I slid out of bed. I didn’t bother to cover up since I didn’t think anyone else would be awake.

Surprise!

Mom was listening at Erin’s bedroom door when I came out of my room.

The hall was too dark to see her expression, but somehow I knew she’d seen my hard-on. I didn’t try to hide it, either. If anything, part of me wanted her to see.

She played it cool. “Did you sleep?”

“A little. You?”

“Not really.”

“Erin…?”

“Finally asleep, I think.”

“Good.”

“Mmm. Thanks for your help earlier.”

“Any time.”

We looked at each other for a moment. She was less than ten feet away, but only a silhouette against the faint light from the master bedroom.

I could see her curves—she was nude too—but little else. I thought about her fantasies. My hard-on felt like it might explode if I didn’t give it some attention.

“Well,” Mom said after a moment, “I’m going to try again to get some sleep.”

“Good luck.”

“Thanks. And watch where you point that thing,” she added playfully.

“You’ll shoot an eye out.”

“Yeah, but whose?”

“Not mine,” she said with a throaty chuckle. “I swallow.”

Part of me wondered what the hell we were doing. Another part, the honest one, knew better than to ask. I wasn’t sure I was ready to face the truth.

“Well, goodnight,” she said after a moment.

“G’night.”

I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I couldn’t pee with a hard-on, and it wasn’t likely to go away by itself, especially with the fantasies running through my head at the moment. I thought about returning to bed. Gina liked a morning dose of semen as much as the next Coulter woman, but she also liked her sleep.

In the end I took care of things myself.

Gina and I spent the entire morning in bed. We slept for most of it. But she eventually wanted her taste of cream, and I had a fresh batch ready to deliver.

We dozed for a while after, since neither of us was in the mood to get up.

Sometime later I moved her hand to my resurgent hard-on. She spread her

legs, and I played with her pussy until we were ready. Then we took our time and enjoyed ourselves, without all the urgency and interruptions from the night before.

We lay together afterward and talked, mostly because we didn’t want the morning to end. Neither of us asked the question we were both thinking: did we want a relationship again or was this a one-time thing?

We eventually showered and joined my parents and Susan for lunch. We talked about the wedding and reception, of course. Dad thanked me for bringing his car home safely, and later Mom drove us to the Coulters’ to pick up mine.

Gina and I hung out with her family for a couple of hours. Most of them were hungover, but none as bad as Chris. He looked like death warmed over in the microwave.

A little before five o’clock, Gina finally admitted that she had to pack for her flight back to Los Angeles. We’d both known it was coming, but neither of us had wanted to face it head-on. I offered to drive her to the airport.

“That’s okay, we can take her,” Elizabeth said.

“Oh, get real, Mom,” Gina said. “You’re about as hungover as Dad.”

“I am not.”

“Then take off your sunglasses.”

“You’re a wicked girl. You know that?”

Elizabeth’s father laughed and patted her hand. “She’s just like you were, lal. Let her go with the young man.”

So Gina packed and said goodbye to her family. I drove her to the airport and walked her to the gate with the question hanging over us.

“I’d like to see you again,” I said at last. I chuckled at the uncertainty in my voice.

“What?”

“It’s like we’re on a first date,” I explained, “and we’re both too shy to ask about the next.”

“You weren’t shy last night. Or this morning.”

“Neither were you. But we weren’t saying goodbye then.”

“No.”

“So… what comes next?”

“I’d like to see you again too,” she said.

“When?”