Going Under (20 page)

As I laid half under her, I recalled how she stroked her hand over my chest rhythmically until I fell asleep and I couldn’t think of a time in my life that made me feel more relaxed and happy.

I lifted my head slightly and looked down to see our legs intertwined with one of her arms thrown across my lower abdomen, dangerously close to the waist of my borrowed pajama pants. I dropped my head back down on the pillow and closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on anything other than the position we were in.

Claire woke up a few minutes later and only aggravated the situation by wiggling against me as she stretched and got situated. She rolled off of me onto her back, then turned to look at me. The sunlight beamed in through her bedroom windows on her hair making it look even redder and I stared at her face, thinking she was breathtakingly gorgeous.

I reached out to touch her face. “You are so beautiful.”

She smiled and asked, “Can you stay with me every night because I’d love to wake up to you every morning?”

“I somehow doubt your parents would go for that.” She didn’t disagree and I decided to tackle the topic I would probably regret. “The things Forbes said about me were true, so what do you think your parents will think of me?”

“The things he said are not true,” she argued.

“If you were being honest with me and yourself, you’d have to admit that most of it is true. I don’t fit in. I’m not like all of you. I don’t have money or come from a family like yours.”

She sighed and said, “It doesn’t matter to me and it won’t matter to my parents either. It’s true that we are well off and they are friends with wealthy people, but they are kind and fair. They won’t judge or dislike you because you don’t come from a wealthy family.”

The thoughts of sitting down to talk with Claire’s parents made me nervous. “I’ve told you that I don’t do the parent thing well.”

She firmly informed me, “I know, but if I’m going to be with you, then you have to meet them because we’re a close family. No exceptions.”

I accepted my fate and asked, “Do I have a deadline?”

“I’ll give you a little time to get use to the idea. What about next weekend? My dad won’t be on call, so they should be free. Could you come on Saturday night?”

I laughed and conceded, “If I have to.”

“Yes, you have to, or you could stay and meet them this afternoon.”

Even if that sounded appealing, I couldn’t because I was seeing my little brothers today at their foster parents house today. “I have a family thing today.”

“You never talk about your family,” she said, hinting for information about them.

“There’s not really much to say about them.”

“When are you going to let me meet them?”she asked.

I tried to dodge answering her question. “Why don’t you let me make it through meeting your parents first? They’re the ones that really matter. Then we’ll go from there.”

“Your family is important, too,” she disagreed. “I want them to like me.”

I kissed her on the nose. “Who wouldn’t love you?”

She smiled and said, “Hold that thought.” She got up to the bathroom and I took the same opportunity while she was out of bed. Luckily, Claire had provided me with a new toothbrush last night and I used it again to rid myself of morning breath.

She was waiting for me in the bed when I returned and I pulled the covers back and climbed in next to her. She snuggled up to me and I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her against me and nothing in the world seemed more perfect than this moment.

I looked at Claire’s clock on the nightstand and it was after eleven o’clock. I had under two hours until my appointed visitation with Harley and Ozzy and I needed to go home to get ready. “I really want to stay in this bed with you all day, but I have somewhere to be soon so I have to go.”

“The family thing?” she quizzed.

“Yeah. I have to be there at one o’clock.”

“I’ll agree to let you go on one account,” she countered.

I was definitely interested in hearing this. “And what’s that?”

She slightly lifted her eyebrows and said, “Kiss me so good I won’t be able to stop thinking about it the rest of the day,” she dared me.

“Oh, I can do that,” I said as she raised up and turned to meet me halfway.

My mouth found hers and she teased me as she playfully nipped at my bottom lip with her teeth, then gently sucked it with her mouth. She didn’t intend for it to be anything other than chaste, but even her innocent kisses drove me crazy with desire.

I rolled on top of her to take control of our kiss and realized too late I wasn’t in command of my body when I felt a heated yearning for her. I kissed down her neck and argued with my mouth when it wanted to go lower, but lost the argument when my lips trailed kisses down between her breasts. I heard her gasp and felt her fingernails press into my back.

I slid down and worshipped her body with my hands while I lifted her shirt to kiss her tiny waist and flat stomach. She whimpered and wiggled beneath me and I realized I was teasing her worst than she had me the previous night.

I stopped to look at her face. She lifted her upper body and propped on her elbows waiting to see what I would say. “What is it?” she asked.

“I’m sorry. I got a little carried away,” I confessed.

She fell back against the pillow and blew out a deep breath. “Ya think? You did that on purpose to teach me what it felt like to need a minute.”

“I didn’t mean to go that far. Really. I’m needing a minute here, too, you know?”

I groaned and collapsed on the bed beside her and we both stared at the ceiling in silence. When I looked back at the clock, it was eleven-thirty and past time for me to go.

“I have to go, Princess. I can’t be late.”

“I know.”

I got out of bed and walked over to where my clothes were folded on her dresser. I dropped the pajama bottoms I borrowed and pulled on my jeans and shirt while she watched me from her bed.

She looked ready to bust out laughing. “What?”

She laughed and said, “I wondered if you were a briefs or boxers man.”

“And now you don’t have to wonder anymore.”

“Nope. I don’t have to wonder anymore,” she agreed.

I sat by her on the edge of her bed to put on my shoes. When I finished, she slid over and put her arms around my waist with her head against my back. “I love you,” she whispered.

I turned my head and whispered over my shoulder. “I love you, too.”

I took her hand around my waist and lifted it to my lips for a kiss. “I gotta go, Princess.”

She got out of her bed to walk me out the door. “Turn the alarm on when I’m out the door, okay?”

“I’ll be fine and my parents will be home soon so don’t worry.”

“I know, but now it’s my job to worry about you because you’re my girl.”

She smiled and said, “I love it when you call me that,” and hugged me to her tightly before I left the woman I loved to go see the brothers I also loved.

* * *

I pulled up at the Stevens’ house a few minutes before one and saw Harley’s and Ozzy’s faces pressed against the glass of the big window in the front of the house. As I walked toward the house, the boys came running out yelling, “Jessie, Jessie,” and met me in the yard, nearing tackling me to the ground.

I stood on the lawn with a kid hanging on each leg and I squatted down to hug them. “Happy birthday, guys!”

“Did you bring us presents, Jess?” Ozzy asked while he was repetitively patting my shoulder to get my attention.

“Of course I have gifts for my birthday boys. You know I wouldn’t forget.”

“Where are they? I want mine now,” Harley informed me.

“Harley, I know you’re excited, but what do we say about patience?” I reminded him.

“A man who masters patience can master anything,” he sang in a knowingly voice.

The Stevens seemed like a nice family and I was grateful for them providing Harley and Ozzy with a stable home, but I admit it irritated me to have to ask permission to spend time with my own brothers since I was the one that had parented them since their births four and five years ago.

“I need to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Stevens first, and if it’s alright with them, I want to take you out for a little while.”

The boys pulled on my arms, dragging me toward the house. “Ask them now cause I know they’ll say yes.”

I went in the house and spent a little time with Mr. and Mrs. Stevens and they were very complimentary about the boys’ behavior. When I asked permission to take the boys out for the afternoon, they agreed to allow me three hours with them and I thought the park sounded like a good idea.

I didn’t know if Mr. and Mrs. Stevens would have a birthday cake for Harley and Ozzy, so I bought them a small cake and put four candles on one side and five on the other. We sat at a picnic table and I sang happy birthday to them and let them blow out their candles and make a wish.

“I wished for you to come live with us at Brian and Heather’s house,” Harley informed me.

“Harley, you’re not supposed to tell anyone what you wished for or it won’t come true,” I told him.

He shrugged his shoulders. “It ain’t gonna come true anyway, so it don’t matter no way.”

“You never know,” I encouraged.

Ozzy piped in and said, “I’m not telling what my wish was cause I want it to come true.”

I put a piece of cake in front of Harley and he looked at Ozzy. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Sometimes hope is all you have, so you shouldn’t take that away from him, Harley.”

I passed some cake to Ozzy and his face broke into a huge grin. “Chocolate. My favorite.”

They finished their cake then opened the gifts I bought for them. I didn’t have much money to spend, so it was a good thing it didn’t take expensive gifts to please them.

My time with the boys was too short, but I returned them to Brian and Heather when the three hours were up and then the worst part came. They cried and begged me to not leave them, so I made promises to see them again soon. As I pulled away, I promised myself that we would be together as a family again one day. I didn’t know how I was going to pull it off, but I would find a way to make it happen.

25 Kiss and Tell

Claire

I opened my front door and Payton shouted, “Start from the beginning because I want to know everything.”

I stepped back from the door. “Would you like to get through the door first?”

She barged through the door. “I want to hear about some heat, so don’t you dare give me the spicy edit version. I want the full Monty.”

We plopped down on the couch together. “I’m so crazy about him, Payton. The feelings I have for him are so different from the way I felt about Forbes. They are so intense and I know what people are going to think and say about us, but I don’t care. I honestly don’t care.”

She pointed her finger at me. “That’s called love-the real and authentic kind. I know I said some harsh things about him and I’m sorry for judging, but I want you to be happy and if it’s him that does that, then I say go for it.”

“Thank you for understanding. I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.” Then it dawned on me she didn’t approve of Forbes, so this really was a step up.

She raised up to sit on her leg, making herself comfortable on the sofa. “Tell me all about last night.”

“He spent the night,” I squealed loudly.

Payton covered her hand with her mouth while bugging her eyes at me. “No friggin’ way. Did you play carpenter and let him nail you?”

She had such a way with words. “How romantic, but the answer is no. We did not play carpenter.”

She looked at me suspiciously and asked, “Did you plan that without telling me?”

“No, it didn’t go down the way you’re thinking. I’m still having a little trouble believing what happened,” I explained.

She screeched in frustration. “What happened? You’re killing me here.”

I reiterated every detail about the previous night and she sat in disbelief.

“Claire, you’ll need to thank Forbes for that stupid move later because you couldn’t have planned it better if you tried. What’s killing me is that I can’t believe you slept with him in your bed and didn’t let him hit it. Who’s urge meter was on the fritz-his or yours?”

There was nothing wrong with my urge department. “No, both of our meters were 100% intact and he had to make me cool my jets.”

She lifted her eyebrows and nodded at me. “You are so going to do him. I can tell.”

I slapped her on the leg. “Payton! You know I’m not like that.”

She laughed at me and said, “Maybe you weren’t like that with Forbes, but things are different between you and Jessie. He does something to you that Forbes never could. I saw it the first day of school. He’s your wonderwall.”

“My wonderwall?”

“Yeah. You know, the person you’re in love with and think about all the time,” she explained.

I began nodding. “Yeah, I guess he is my wonderwall because I love him. I really, truly, madly love him. Now, I have to tell my parents about him. He’s coming next weekend to meet them and I’m nervous about what they’ll think of him. He’ so different from what they’re use to with Forbes.”