Tawny’s heart pounded as she fumbled with the keys, her hands trembling just enough to make the lock seem like a puzzle. The house was dark, quiet—exactly how she’d left it that morning. Perfect. She slipped inside, her breath catching when she heard the low rumble of Scott’s voice in the kitchen.
“Hey, babe,” he called out, his tone warm and gravelly, the kind that made her stomach flip. “Thought you’d never get here.”
She grinned, dropping her bag by the door and kicking off her sneakers. Her sorority meeting had run late, and cheerleading practice had left her legs feeling like jelly, but none of that mattered now. He was here.
“You’re lucky I made it,” she teased, rounding the corner into the kitchen. Scott leaned against the counter, a beer in one hand, his other resting casually on his hip. At fifty-one, he was all rugged charm—thick silver streaks in his dark hair, a stubble-covered jaw, and those hands. Hands that had been everywhere, done things to her she couldn’t even whisper to her sorority sisters.
“Lucky, huh?” He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into that smirk that always made her pulse race. “You’re the one who’s been texting me all day about how much you missed this.” He gestured to himself, and she laughed, stepping closer.
“Guilty,” she admitted, her voice dropping as she reached for the hem of his shirt. “But you’re not complaining, are you?”
His laugh was low, vibrating through her as he pulled her in. “Not even a little.”
Their lips met in a kiss that started slow and sweet but quickly turned hungry. Tawny’s fingers tangled in his hair, her body pressing flush against his. She could feel the heat of him, the way his hands roamed her back, pulling her closer still.
It wasn’t always like this. When she’d first met Scott, she’d been nervous, unsure. He was older, experienced, and she’d been so…inexperienced. But he’d been patient, gentle, teaching her things she’d only ever read about in romance novels. Now, she couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.
“Scott,” she whispered, “I need you so bad tonight.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he lifted her onto the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist as their lips crashed together again. Her hands scrambled to pull his shirt off, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest, the scars from years of hard work.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt up. She shivered, her body arching into his touch.
“So are you,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing.
Scott’s fingers found the edge of her panties, his touch light but deliberate. She bit her lip, her hips rocking against his hand as he teased her, his eyes dark with desire. “Scott, please,” she begged, her voice trembling.
He didn’t make her wait any longer. His fingers slipped inside her, and she gasped, her head falling back as he worked her with slow, deliberate strokes. “That’s it,” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck again. “Let me hear you.”
She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her, the sound loud and wanton in the quiet kitchen. His name spilled from her lips, over and over, as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. “Scott, I—I’m gonna—”
Before she could finish, he pulled his hand away, leaving her whimpering. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough. “I want you to come on my cock.”
Her vision blurred as he lifted her off the counter, carrying her to the living room couch. He laid her down gently, his hands roaming her body as he stripped her completely. She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, her body trembling with anticipation as he freed himself, his length thick and hard.
“I love you,” she whispered as he positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked on hers.
“I love you too,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he pushed inside her.
The gasp that escaped her was half pain, half pleasure, and she clung to him as he began to move, each thrust sending waves of sensation through her. Her nails dug into his back, her hips meeting his with every stroke.
It was overwhelming, the way he filled her, the way his body moved against hers. She could feel the tension building, coiling tight in her belly. “Scott,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “I’m close.”
“Come for me,” he growled, his pace quickening. “Let go, Tawny.”
And she did. Her body arched, her scream muffled against his shoulder as the orgasm ripped through her, leaving her trembling and breathless. He followed her over the edge, his own release spilling inside her as he held her tight, his breathing ragged.
For a moment, they just lay there, tangled together, their bodies still thrumming with the aftershocks. Tawny’s fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, her heart still racing.
“That was…” she started, but her words trailed off as she heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock.
Scott froze above her, his eyes wide. “Wasn’t your mom supposed to be out?”
Tawny’s stomach dropped as the front door swung open, revealing Mercedes standing in the doorway, her designer handbag slung over one arm and a wide smile on her face.
“Well, well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like I’ve caught my little girl in the act.”
Tawny’s face burned, her body tensing as she tried to cover herself. “Mom, I—I can explain—”
But Mercedes just laughed, setting her bag down and crossing her arms. “Explain? Sweetheart, there’s nothing to explain. I’ve always hoped my girls would end up with real men. And Scott here…well, he’s certainly proven himself.”
Scott cleared his throat, his face red as he slowly pulled away from Tawny. “Mercedes, I—”
“No, no,” she interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “Don’t apologize. In fact, I think this is the best news I’ve heard all week.” She turned to Tawny, her eyes sparkling. “Now, tell me…how long has this been going on?”
Tawny swallowed hard, her mind racing. “A few months,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mercedes chuckled, shaking her head. “Well, it’s about time. I was starting to think you’d never take my advice.” She stepped closer, her gaze drifting to Scott. “And you…you’re exactly the kind of man I’ve always wanted for my daughters. Mature, experienced, and from the looks of it…very capable.”
Scott’s face went even redder, and Tawny’s stomach turned. “Mom—”
“Oh, don’t be shy,” Mercedes said, her smile widening. “I’m thrilled for you both. In fact, I think we should celebrate.”
Before Tawny could protest, Mercedes turned on her heel and headed for the kitchen. “I’ll get the champagne. You two…get cleaned up. We have a lot to talk about.”
Tawny turned to Scott, her eyes wide with panic. “What do we do?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I guess we do as she says.”
As they scrambled to get dressed, Tawny’s mind raced. What did this mean for them? She’d spent so long keeping their relationship a secret, and now…
Mercedes returned moments later, holding a bottle of champagne and three glasses. “Now,” she said, setting them down on the coffee table. “Tell me everything.”
Tawny glanced at Scott, her heart pounding. “Mom, I—”
“Start from the beginning,” Mercedes interrupted, her tone light but firm. “And don’t leave anything out.”
Part 2 coming soon
