Flat-Out Sexy (30 page)

He liked hanging out with Tamara and her children. A lot. Like to the point where he thought he would get a lot of pleasure out of making this situation permanent. About being able to be at home with them whenever he wasn’t traveling and having the right to call this amazing woman his wife, this fire pit his fire pit, these kids his stepkids.

Damn, he was in trouble.

And he was hopelessly, head over heels in love with Tamara. “Your marshmallow’s burning!” Hunter yelled, because almost everything Hunter said was in the form of yelling.

“Whoops.” Elec pulled it back out of the flame and blew on it.

“Eew,” Hunter said, licking sticky goo off of her fingers. “It’s all burnded.”

“Burnded?”

“Yeah. Really burnded.”

He laughed. “It is burnded. But it still tastes good.” He slid it off the stick and popped it into his mouth. It was good. It was all good. “Now let me up, baby doll, I’m going to help Pete catch some fireflies.”

They had already found a frog earlier, down at the edge of Tamara’s property, and now the fireflies were out in full force. He thought Pete would get a kick out of capturing a few and watching them flit around in the jar for a minute before releasing them.

“Tamara, do you have a jar we could use?”

“Sure,” she said, tucking a stray hair back into her ponytail. “I’ll go grab one.”

“I’ll come with you.” He turned to Hunter. “Go on and play in the grass with your brother away from the fire until we get back, alright, baby doll?” He didn’t want a log rolling out and hitting her leg.

“Okay.” Hunter held out her arms to be picked up, so he did, figuring he’d just carry her to the grass himself.

Hunter gave him a sticky marshmallow kiss on the cheek and Elec felt his heart squeeze. Oh, yeah, he was in trouble. But it was an amazingly good kind of trouble.

He followed Tamara into the kitchen and watched her bend over at the sink and fish out a glass jar. The angle did great things to her ass in her plaid shorts, and he wanted to run his fingers across her thighs and backside at the same time he knew it would just result in frustrating the hell out of him.

But now that he had her alone, he wanted to ask her something. When she turned, he said, “What are you doing next weekend?”

She shrugged. “Just hanging out, I guess.” She held the jar out to him. “Why?”

Elec took it and said, “How about you come down to Daytona with me for the Fourth of July weekend and race?”

Tamara stared at him. “With the kids or alone?” she finally asked.

“I was thinking that you could come down a few days ahead of the race by yourself, then the kids could join us. You can stay with me until they get there, then I’ll get the three of you a hotel so we’re not sharing a bed in front of them.”

Her hair had slipped again and she tucked it back impatiently. “Who is going to stay with my kids while I’m gone and bring them down?”

“Your in-laws,” he said, willing himself not to fidget. If she said no, she had legitimate reasons and he couldn’t take it personally. “Don’t they always come to Daytona for the race?”

She nodded.

She didn’t give him an answer for a second, and Elec knew she knew what he was asking her. To tell her in-laws the truth. They weren’t going to be able to hide it much longer anyway since he was spending time with her kids. But he knew it was a lot to ask of her and he wasn’t going to be surprised if she said it wasn’t possible.

But Tamara glanced toward the back door, then toward him, and she nodded. “Yes. I would love to go to Daytona with you.”

Well, hot damn. They were going to be sharing a bed for two or three nights. All night.

His body reacted to the thought and he got an immediate erection. “That’s awesome. Good. We’ll have a great time.”

Tamara glanced down at his erection, her eyebrows raised. Then she burst out laughing. “I’m guessing we will.”

“What can I say? I’m a guy. We don’t hide our emotions.”

“Yeah, right.
Emotions
is what you’re calling that these days?” She rolled her eyes.

Elec leaned in and kissed her gently. “God, I …”

“What?” She pulled back and looked up at him, her eyes wide.

He chickened out. “I can’t wait to be alone with you.”

He could only hope that was disappointment in her eyes. But she just nodded. “Me, too.”

Elec held up the jar. “Now let’s go catch us some fireflies.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

TAMARA had decided her best bet was to go to Beth, who would be more rational than Johnny about her request, but she was still shaking like a leaf and having a hard time forcing the words out of her mouth.

“What’s the matter, Tammy?” Beth asked her as she cut some blue hydrangeas off the bush to take into the house.

Tammy was sitting on Beth’s back patio watching her kids run through the sprinkler and trying to work up the nerve to confess the truth to her mother-in-law. “I have a favor to ask you, Beth,” she said, settling on the roundabout approach.

“Sure, sweetie. You know if I can help in any way, I will.”

She did, which was why she felt like garbage asking Beth to watch her children so she could play porn star in Elec Monroe’s coach. “I was thinking of going to Daytona this weekend, on Thursday, actually. By myself. I was hoping you could watch the kids and then bring them down on Saturday with you when you and Johnny come down.”

Beth looked at her in surprise. “Why are you looking to go early? Are you planning a girls weekend with Suzanne?”

“No … I’ve been seeing someone. A man.”

“Is it Geoffrey again?” Beth said, and her opinion on him was clear on her face. She placed another bloom in her basket, her floral gloves, tight ruffled blouse, and Capri pants tidy.

It amazed Tamara that Beth could manage to look like she was going for cocktails when she was working in her own garden.

“No, it’s not Geoffrey.”

“Thank goodness. So who is it? How long have you been seeing him?”

“About five weeks. Which I know isn’t really all that long, but he’s such a great guy, Beth. And he’s been so good to me, I just can’t tell you how much fun I’m having with him.”

“That’s wonderful, Tammy.” Beth smiled. “I can tell by the look on your face that this one is going much better than the last one.”

“It is. So, so much better.” That she could say in all honesty.

“So who is it?” Beth asked, turning back to the bush and taking hold of a stem.

“It’s …” Tamara bit her fingernail and willed herself not to vomit. “Elec Monroe.”

Beth dropped her shears in the bush. Her head whipped around. “Elec Monroe, are you serious?”

“Yes,” she practically wailed. “I didn’t mean this to happen, we met again by accident, and I tried to tell him no when he asked me out, I did, but then I just couldn’t resist him, and he’s just
wonderful
.” Oh, Lord, she was gushing. Tamara leaned against the porch post and tried to control herself. “Beth, I keep trying to be rational, but all that’s happened is that I’ve gone and fallen in love with him.”

She had.

And it was utterly ridiculous that the first time she would admit that to herself or out loud, it was to her mother-in-law, the woman whose son she had previously been married to.

She had lost her mind.

“Oh, my,” was Beth’s opinion.

“What am I going to do?” Tamara asked, giving a heavy sigh.

“What do you mean, what are you going to do?” Beth turned and took both of Tamara’s hands in hers and squeezed them. “You say he’s been wonderful to you?”

“He has.”

“And the kids? Has he met them?”

“Yes, and he’s fabulous with them. He plays with them, and has them wash their hands before they eat, and makes sure Hunter isn’t falling into the fire pit. He brought them gifts when they had chicken pox—an art farm for Petey, a die-cast car for Hunter. He listens to what they like, and he never does anything inappropriate with me in front of them.”

Not in front of them was another story, but she wasn’t going to go there.

“Does he make time for you?”

“I would say all his free time goes to me. And he calls me and texts me from the road.”

Beth smiled at her. “Then, sweetie, I’d say where you’re going is to Daytona for a romantic weekend with your new man.”

Tamara blinked. “But … Johnny hates the Monroes. And I know this has to be uncomfortable for you. You know I loved Pete.”

“I know that, Tammy. But you’re a young and attractive woman with a lot of years in front of you. I don’t expect you to be a martyr and spend those alone. All I want is for you to be happy and for Johnny and me to continue to be a part of our grandkids’ lives.”

“Of course. Absolutely. I can’t imagine my life or the kids’ lives without you in it.” She meant that sincerely. “I love both of you.”

Beth teared up and squeezed her hands harder. “We love you, too. You’re the daughter I never had.”

“That’s not going to change.”

They hugged, and when Beth pulled back, she tried to blink away her tears as she told Tamara, “Pete would have wanted you to be happy, too.”

“I know.” She did. Pete had been self-absorbed, but he had loved her, and his children, and he wouldn’t want her to be miserable.

Beth studied her. “You really are in love, aren’t you?”

Tamara nodded and gave a fresh sob. It’s seemed like a good reason to shed some more tears.

“Oh, no.” Johnny’s voice came from behind them. “What the devil has you two crying now?”

Tamara froze. She did not want her father-in-law’s wrath coming down on her right at the moment.

But Beth just smiled and whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. You just make your plans. It will all be fine.”

TAMARA had no idea what Beth had said to Johnny, or done to him, she supposed, but whatever it was it had worked because despite the fact that Beth had picked up her kids solo, Tamara had just arrived in Daytona with Elec in Ryder’s private plane.

Contrary to Ryder’s teasing suggestion, they hadn’t used that particular piece of his property to have sex, but to be fair, they probably would have had Ryder, Ty, and Evan not been sitting in the plane with them.

Elec was clearly chomping at the bit to get her alone and have his way with her, and she couldn’t say she objected to that in the least. He had reminded her at least twelve times that it had been ten days since they had had sex.

She was well aware of that fact and wished he would stop referencing that unfortunate little reality.

When they got to the hotel, Elec didn’t waste time stating the obvious anymore. Nor did he give her a chance to do more than give the room a quick glance before he had dumped their suitcases on the floor and pulled her into his arms.

“Whoa,” she said, when he squeezed her so tightly she feared for her ribs. “Slow down.”

“No.” Elec kissed her mouth, her temples, her nose.

Tamara laughed, then pulled back and looked at him. What she saw on his face cut her giggles short. He was so intense, so serious, so focused on her. There was something in his eyes that was different, that was beyond desire. It was a look that told her what they were sharing was special, that their connection was real, solid, wonderful.

Any reservations she might have still had about dating a race car driver disappeared. She was willing to push aside fear to be with him because that look made everything inside her soften and hush in appreciation, and in reciprocation. God, she had fallen in love with him, and she wanted to show him that.

There was one action that she knew would speak louder than words.

So she stepped back and pulled off her sleeveless red shirt and tossed it to the floor.

Elec’s eyes darkened. “I’m liking that,” he said.

“Then you should like this even more,” she said, and undid her jeans and stepped out of them.

“I do,” he said.

When he tried to reach for her and pull her against him, Tamara backed up to evade him and smiled. “Just a minute. I’m not naked yet.”

Elec groaned. “You’re killing me.”

What she was doing was setting aside her insecurities and letting him know that she trusted him, that she loved him, that she felt absolutely sexy and beautiful in front of him. To that end, she licked her lips and slid her bra straps down her arms. Watching him watching her, enjoying the way his breath hitched and his gaze darted over her body, she undid her bra and let it drop.

A little push and her panties were gone, too. Tamara didn’t know a damn thing about modeling or posing, but she figured good posture always helped, and when she dug her hands into her hair to pull it back off her face, she was rewarded with a curse from Elec. It really wasn’t all that difficult to be totally naked in broad daylight with Elec.

As a matter of fact, she was kind of enjoying it.

It felt sexy, powerful, to turn and walk to the bed, his eyes on her the whole way. Tamara climbed onto the mattress, taking satisfaction in the growl he gave as her tail end went up. She rolled onto her side and propped her head up with the palm of her hand.