One Wild Wedding Night_ All the Way - Leslie Kelly [2]
One of these days, she was going to tell the older boys that she’d installed a motion alarm in the house so they’d stop sneaking out of their own rooms and into hers. Their midnight adventures creeping in to sleep with her and Tony were another reason she’d had almost no sex in months. The one time little Anthony’s head had popped up beside the bed, asking Tony why he was “playing leapfrog” with Mommy in the middle of the night had been quite enough. So it was pretty much quick up-against-the-wall shower sex or nothing these days.
Man, what she wouldn’t give to play a nice long game of leapfrog. Or even traditional, conservative, face-to-face boy on girl wrestling. Anything.
“Well, good night, then,” Vanessa said after Mia had left, heading for her suite. “You be careful.”
“I’ll be fine,” Gloria insisted. “I’m going up to the room to change before heading home.”
It had seemed a waste to keep the hotel suite another night when nobody would be sleeping in it, but at least she didn’t have to drive home in this gown. She only wished she and Tony could have gotten somebody to take the boys for the night—God, wouldn’t she love a full night out with her husband in a lovely hotel. But since both her family and his were involved in this big wedding, there’d been nobody to do it.
Upstairs in her suite, she reached for her jeans—still one size bigger than she’d like, even though she’d lost much of the baby weight—and headed toward the bathroom. But she hadn’t taken two steps when her cell phone rang. “Hello?”
“Hey, babe.”
“Hey, Tone. Kids okay?”
“They’re fine. Mikey’s down for the night. James is ready to go, too.”
“He did okay with the bottle?”
“Yep.”
“Good.” She’d been trying to wean him for weeks. That child had been as stubborn about staying stuck to her boobs as his father used to be.
“You made it back to the hotel okay?”
“Uh-huh. Just getting ready to change and head home now.”
He mumbled something.
“What?”
“Nothing, Anthony wanted a glass of milk.”
She glanced at the clock on the table by the bed. “No milk. Just water. It’s too late.”
“It’s too late,” he repeated, and she assumed he was talking to their son.
Then she registered the apologetic tone and realized he’d been talking to her. “Oh, great, you know how he is. Welcome to a midnight visit from the My Tummy Hurts, Can I Sleep with You? monster.” She ran a weary hand over her eyes, rubbing them in the corners. Another sleepless night ahead. Oh, joy.
She glanced at the big, king-size bed in the suite. It had proved incredibly comfortable the night before, even with Tony in it beside her and the boys eventually leaving the foldout in the next room and crowding in between them. The whole family would have stayed here again tonight if not for the baby’s fussiness in the port-a-crib.
Oh, how she would love to just fall into this bed and sleep for twelve hours straight. Or maybe have hot, wild monkey sex and then sleep for eight hours straight.
“Listen, Glo, things are covered here. Why don’t you stay there for the night.”
Sucking in a surprised breath, she instantly demurred. “I can’t do that…”
“Yes, you can,” he insisted. “You’ve had a hell of a week.”
Hell of a winter.
“And I don’t want you out driving in this weather, anyway. So just stay, okay? Get a good night’s sleep for a change, enjoy yourself.” He chuckled, that warm, deep chuckle that had told her from their first date that the mountainous, rock-hard guy had a gentle nature. “It’s not like I gotta worry that you’re gonna be down in the bar picking up some stranger for a hot, wild night, right?”
Gloria laughed, too. Because the idea that she, a harried mom and wife and hippy thirty-four-year-old would have a one-night stand with a stranger was so utterly ridiculous. Then she glanced at the bed, that big, wasted bed, and sighed. Because while it was ridiculous, it was also just a tiny bit titillating. What, she wondered, would it be like to feel like a desirable woman