Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
I held up a hand. “It’s okay. There shouldn’t have been one there to begin with.”
Holden came into the room. “What happened?”
“Hole in a pipe. I’m going to run to the plumbing-supply store. Hopefully they’re still open, or we’re not going to have water. They close early on Saturday.”
“I’ll take the ride with you.”
“We’ll get everything cleaned up while you’re gone,” Jason said.
Since it was two thirty already, I hit the gas as soon as we got on the highway, just in case they closed at three.
“That was the only bad story I told her, you know,” Holden said. “I’d been talking you up all morning and thought my spiel would sound more genuine if I added something that didn’t make you seem like a priest.”
“Uh-huh.”
“No, really. But tell me what’s going on with you and the MILF?”
“Don’t call her that.”
“Why not? It’s just a term. I don’t actually mean I want to fuck her.”
My jaw tensed.
“Holy shit.” Holden pointed to my face. “You really like her, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do.” I shrugged. “We’re obviously not an ideal match since she lives in Connecticut and has a stepkid my age. But I don’t know… There’s something about her.”
“Dude, my wife is a researcher with a PhD. I’m a dumb drummer who doubles as a handyman. Who we’re attracted to doesn’t always make sense.”
“Have you ever gone out with an older woman?”
“Hell yeah. Best sex of my life, aside from my beloved wife, of course. They know what they want and aren’t afraid to take it.”
I sighed. “Not sure I’ll get to find out. Alex wants nothing to do with me.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure. I noticed the way she frowned when that Kyra woman was flirting with you this morning. You don’t get jealous over things you don’t want.”
“You caught that, too, huh?”
“Yep. But you’ve never dated someone older before, have you?”
“Never.”
Holden scratched his chin. “I guess it kind of makes sense you’d be into an older woman, if you think about it.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you have mommy issues, dude.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I do not.”
“Your mother took off when you were nine and left your dad to raise you and your brother. The four or five times she came around to visit each year, she had some random young guy with her that she wanted you to call Uncle whatever. You probably have an underlying need to be coddled or some shit.”
I glanced over at Holden and back to the road. “I think you should leave the research and analysis to your wife.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. But it makes sense.”
***
Hours later, we’d fixed the busted pipe and most of the volunteers had left for the day. My buddies, the two team leaders, and Kyra were the only ones left.
“What do you say we all go out for a drink?” Colby asked. “We deserve it after all the work we got done today. There’s a sports bar not too far from the hotel. They’ll probably have the Rangers game on.”
I looked over at Alex. “You in?”
“Umm…”
“Come on. At least for one drink?”
I sensed she was about to say yes, but then Kyra looped her arm through mine. “I’m in!”
Alex’s face fell. “I think I’m going to pass. It’s been a long day. But you young people should go enjoy yourselves.”
Young people.
She pretty much ran out of the house after that.
My mood was somber the rest of the night. I always had a good time with my friends, but after two beers, I was ready to go to my room and get some sleep. Kyra, on the other hand, had a little too much fun in a very short time. She could barely walk when we got back to the hotel. Owen, Colby, and Holden had rooms on the first floor. Lucky me had a room on the same floor as Kyra, so I got the honor of making sure the drunk girl got back to her room safely.
I pushed the button for the elevator and guided her inside when it arrived. As the doors slid closed, she threw her arms around my neck.
“I think you’re schmexy,” she cooed.
I peeled her arms off. “And I think you’re a little drunk.”
She leaned in, pushing her big tits against my chest, and traced my mouth with her fingernail. “I thought you were sexy before I had anything to drink.”
I reached over and pushed the button for the fifth floor, even though it was already illuminated and we were moving. The damn car felt like it was crawling.
I put my hands on Kyra’s shoulders and gently nudged her a few steps back. “What’s your room number, Kyra?”
She batted her eyelashes. “Have you ever had elevator head?”
Before I could respond, she sank to her knees and reached for my belt.
Which was exactly the position she was in when the elevator doors slid open on the fifth floor…