My Twist of Fortune by Rayne, Piper (little red riding hood read aloud txt) 📗

Point Resort in Lake Starlight and my stomach grows giddy over having an entire night alone with Hank. Part of me feels as though our relationship is skyrocketing into space with the speed of a space shuttle, and another part of me feels as though we’ve been together forever.

For the past month, we’ve met at The Grind on Monday nights. We’re not affectionate in public, and since he owns the place, it’s not uncommon to find him there. I think that helps with the gossip. Hank comes to dinner at our house on Tuesdays, though Jed always says he has to work out. I go to his house with Posey and Mandi on Thursdays, where Cade hardly looks me in the eye. Hank surprised me after the last football game, telling me his mom would watch all the kids at her house for the night. Jed and Cade opted to stay on their own at their respective houses though. I’ve yet to talk to Hank about my concerns for those two.

A valet opens the passenger door of the truck, and I step out and wait for Hank to join me. We walk through the rotating doors and find the lobby packed with people.

“I’m going to check-in.” Hank kisses my cheek and walks over to the reception area.

I take in my surroundings. The chandeliers, the bustle of life with laughter and smiles and cheer. Everyone looks as though they’re having the time of their lives. I kind of feel that way too. I let my vision linger on Hank, who’s looking right at me. We share a smile. It’s been so long since I remember feeling so hopeful about my future.

After Jeff left, I imagined my life would be put on hold until the kids all grew up. What man would want a woman raising four children? But with Hank, I can’t help but think… maybe. Marrying a man like Hank would be so different from my first marriage. Better for sure.

“Ready?” he asks, coming back to me. His hand slides into mine. “They’re bringing our luggage to our room.”

“Great.”

We take the elevators up to the fourth floor and walk down the empty hallway to our room. I think we’re both unsure how this will go. Other than kissing and some feeling-over-the-clothes make-out sessions, we haven’t done much about the sexual part of our relationship.

He opens the door and I step into a lavish room with a perfect view of the mountains and a lake so clear I could probably see straight down to the bottom. I sense him drawing closer to me before his arms wrap around my waist and he tugs me back to his chest. “There’s no pressure.”

I circle in his arms to face him. “I want to. I want this.”

He bends his chin down and kisses me. “Me too.”

“But…”

He chuckles. “We’re both rusty.” He kisses me again.

A knock on the door interrupts us. Hank welcomes the bellboy in, tips him, then shuts and locks the door behind him. I sit on the edge of the bed with my palms on either side of my legs.

He stares at me until I look at him. “You need to relax.”

“It’s been a while. Like even before I divorced.”

We’ve never really talked about whether Hank has slept with anyone since Laurie passed away, and I don’t want to ask outright. Rusty could mean two months by some people’s perspective.

“Do you want me to do a striptease?” His fingers go to the buttons on his shirt, and he wiggles his hips from side to side as he unbuttons it. He takes it off, leaving him in a T-shirt and jeans.

I laugh, but he continues sauntering my way, teasing me as he raises the hem of his T-shirt and lowers it back down. His hands slide between my inner thighs and he steps between my parted legs.

“If it makes you feel better, you’re my first after Laurie.”

My heart trips over a few beats. “Really?”

He shrugs. “I never liked anyone enough to put myself in a sticky situation. You do know the only way not to get pregnant is abstinence.” He uses a teacher tone.

I giggle. “Are you suggesting you’re okay if I get pregnant?”

“I like you enough not to care about any repercussions. I just want in your pants.”

“Can you be serious for a minute?”

He leans into me until my back hits the mattress and he’s hovering over me. “Can I kiss you?”

I swat his chest. “You know you don’t have to ask me that.”

His lips meet mine and I slide my arms around his neck. The weight of his body falls over mine and we both slide to get higher up on the bed. His thigh nudges my legs apart and he grinds into my core. I move my arms to reach under his T-shirt, but he grabs it by the back and tugs it over his neck, leaving his chest exposed for my viewing pleasure.

Forget milk, contractor work does a body good. Damn, he’s all rippled and smooth and flat.

“I love your body,” he says, his hand sliding up my sweater.

Nudging him off me, I get up on my knees. He lies down on his back, his fingers unbuttoning my jeans. He lowers my zipper, getting a glimpse of my panties. It’s hard to find a place to have a wax job without everyone knowing it, so I drove all the way to Anchorage in preparation for tonight. I pull off my sweater, leaving me in my white cami, sans bra.

“Stay right there, I’m getting some water to put out this fire.” He pretends to shift to get off the bed, but rises to his knees and kisses me, his hands molding to my breasts, tugging the fabric down so my breasts are exposed.

When he leans back to appraise his work, his eyes smolder and all that worrying I’ve been doing about this moment dissipates. This man wants me and feeling wanton is the biggest aphrodisiac there is.

He takes my legs