“I probably should have taken my pants off first,” she says. “Not enough room over here to shimmy them down.”

I capture her mouth and she rubs against me as I lift my hips to offer her more friction. Moving my hands to her hips and taking control, I slide her over the bulge in my pants. Slow and hard until her moans fill my car.

Last time I dry humped someone I was probably in junior high, but damn it’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened in my car. In my… anything.

Katrina arches her back and her blonde hair falls down her back. She palms both breasts, head thrown back, and she looks so fucking happy and sexy as she fucks me through our clothes.

“Oh my God, I’m coming,” she says, eyes pop open and she looks stunned as the orgasm shudders through her.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say something immature like You can just call me Joel, but I think better of it. Probably got enough seventh grade mojo up in here with the dry humping alone. I’m giving myself a mental high five for my maturity when Kitty’s orgasm sets me off and I come in my damn pants.

33

KATRINA

The better part of four days I’ve been holed up in Joel’s room. School, work, rehearsals, and Joel. If I weren’t missing Christian so much, it’d be bliss.

I pull up to the soccer field, scan the cars, and then wave when I see Christian and Victor standing in front of Victor’s car.

Christian’s smile tells me he wants to dart to me, but Victor restrains him by holding his hand.

I hurry toward him and he pulls free from Victor and runs to meet me halfway.

“Mommy!”

Reaching down to him, I hug him fiercely feeling complete for the first time since I left him. “I missed you.”

Victor approaches, hands in his pockets and looking like he feels like the third wheel.

“Thank you for bringing him,” I say. “Practice is just an hour and I have rehearsal right after. Are you staying or do you want me to meet you somewhere before my rehearsal?”

“About that.”

The coach blows the whistle and Christian and the other kids run onto the field.

I cross my arms, skin already bristling.

“I got a job working nights loading trucks. I start tonight.”

“You couldn’t have given me a heads up?”

“Sorry. I didn’t think it’d be a big deal. What do you usually do with him when you have night classes?”

“It’s not a class, it’s…” I count to three before I respond. “It’s fine. I’ll figure it out.”

“You’re still bringing him this weekend though, right?”

I grind my teeth. “Yeah, it’s your weekend.”

“Maybe we can sit down and talk, come up with a new schedule once I get my work schedule?”

I can only nod. Speaking will result in me saying something I regret later. Or screaming in front of children and their perfect mothers.