All Chapters of In Love With My Son's Best Friend: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JUNE’S POVFor a few dangerously peaceful minutes, dinner preparation felt almost normal later that night. The kitchen was filled with the warm, savory scent of sautéing onions and the easy rhythm of male banter.“I’m telling you, their defense is a joke,” Adrian said, his knife moving with practiced ease through a bell pepper. “If Johnson hadn’t tripped over his own feet last game, we would’ve crushed them three to one.”Luca, who was seasoning the chicken, let out a short, confident laugh. “Johnson’s all ego, no balance. Their whole strategy is hoping their goalie has the game of his life. Mark my words, when we play them next month, we’ll run full circles around them.”It was a world so simple and foreign to me, a world of soccer rivalries, school pride, the unshakable confidence of youth. I stood at the stove, stirring the sauce, allowing myself to be lulled by the sound of my son’s voice, by the illusion that this was just another evening. I was just a mom, and the handsome young

JUNE’S POVThe cold cream was a little relief, a small lie against my hot skin. I looked in the mirror, but I wasn’t there. I was back in the dark kitchen. That flash of lightning. Luca’s face, so close, just before he kissed me. My fingers still remembered the feel of his hair. My lips still felt the shape of his. A slow shiver went down my back, a traitorous little echo of all that feeling."...and with the Henderson account wrapped up, things at the office should finally settle down."Franklin’s voice was just a sound in the room, a radio left on in another house. I didn’t really hear him until his hands landed on my shoulders and his face appeared in the mirror behind mine. I jumped a little."June? You listening?"He leaned down then, his arms going around me, and he pressed a kiss to my neck. It was soft. Familiar. For twenty years, that kiss meant something. It used to be everything.My whole body went stiff.I tried. I really did. I tried to close my eyes and be the woman who

Luca’s POVI dragged my hands up under her shirt, palms rough over the soft skin of her stomach, higher until I cupped her heavy breasts. Her nipples were already stiff, poking through the thin fabric of her bra. I pinched one, and she gasped into my kiss, hips grinding forward against the ridge of my erection. Fuck, she was soaked already. I could smell her arousal mixing with the detergent, sweet and musky and intoxicating."I need you, June," I growled against her ear, nipping the lobe hard enough to make her whimper.I thought she might pull away, tell me no. Instead, her hands went to the hem of my shirt and dragged it up and off, nails scraping my sides on the way. She tossed it onto the pile of warm clothes. Then her fingers were on my belt, fumbling with the button. The zipper came down with a rasp that sounded too loud in the small room.She shoved my jeans and boxers down together, and my cock sprang free, thick and aching, the tip already slick with precome. Her hand wrappe

JUNE’S POVThe morning Franklin left, we were all trying so hard to act normal. It was ridiculous, really. We trooped out to the driveway, this little parade of a perfect family, the sun already too bright and cheerful for the occasion. Adrian carried his dad’s bag, being helpful like he always is. Marlene and I walked on either side of Franklin, like bookends."You sure you have your charger, Dad?" Adrian asked, heaving the thing into the trunk of the sedan."Right here," Franklin said, patting his briefcase. He turned to Marlene, pulling her into a one armed hug. "And I am sorry about your play, sweetheart. I will make it up to you. Front row seats to anything you want when I am back."Marlene hugged him back, hard. "You had better."Then he turned to me. His face was just a mask. Polite. Distant. The same one he has worn for years. "Take care," I said. The words felt like dust in my mouth."Always do," he answered. Then, I guess because the kids were right there, he leaned in. My w

JUNE’S POVMy heart was beating so hard I thought it might crack a rib. "Luca." It came out choked, a whisper stuck in my throat. "What are you doing? You cannot be in here. Adrian, Marlene...""They are asleep." His voice was a low rumble, something I felt more than heard through the mattress. He did not touch me. He just lay on his side, head propped on his hand, watching me. His face was all shadows and sharp lines. "I kept thinking about you. Lying here by yourself.""This is insane," I breathed out. My whole body was rigid, a board of pure panic and something else. Something that was already softening the hard edges inside me. I could feel his warmth from over here, a real physical thing reaching for me."Is it?" he asked, his voice dropping even lower. "Or is it the only thing that makes any sense in this room?" His hand came up then, not to grab, just to gently brush a strand of hair from my forehead. His touch was so soft. It did not match the sheer nerve of him being here. "I