Free Finding Home by Aine Kelley Page A

but I know it immediately. He turns it off and looks at me. “All right hot shot, what is it?”
    If I could’ve envisioned a perfect moment for that particular song to come on, this would be it. My laughter starts as a slight rumble, but then quickly turns into a loud body quake.
    “Why are you laughing? Do you know it?”
    “Ah … yes, I know it. I’m laughing because it’s the perfect song to go with our little mishap a few minutes ago.” He looks at me quizzically. He must not recognize it. I guess I should tell him. “It’s the Divinyls … ‘I Touch Myself.’”
    The look on his face is priceless. I can’t tell if it’s shock or awe. “No shit. Really? No fucking way.” He thumps his fist on the steering wheel. “You’re just fucking with me?”
    “Haha. Nope. I wish I were, but that’s the song playing right now. Go ahead, turn it on!”
     
    I watch Ben push the power button, the chorus playing loud on the speakers. You can hear her sing about not wanting anybody else and touching herself. My laughter kicks in again, and this time Ben joins me. We’re both in hysterics as we turn onto the long drive into the winery.
    “Kind of ironic, don’t you think? Of all the songs that could be on the radio, that comes on. I guess you’re buying. I win!”
    He stops the car and puts it in park. Turning his body, he looks deep into my eyes. There goes my breath again. Damn, what are you doing to me, Ben Foster ? I’m completely screwed. My life plan is fucking with me. Bob will most certainly make an appearance in my bed tonight.
    He smiles brightly at me and my heart feels warm.
    “Oh Sam, that’s where you’re wrong. You see—I won.”

 
     
     
    Fucking perfect! I practically leap out of the car. I decide to leave her hanging with that last thought. I do feel like I’ve won. I haven’t felt like a winner in a long time. I mean, I’ve excelled in my job and sport, but I haven’t won in my personal life. She’s bringing something out in me that I thought was gone.
    When I first saw her at the airport, I couldn’t help but stare. She’s so petite, but I could see the luscious curves she was rocking. Oh, and her breasts—perfection. As luck would have it, I was checking her out while she was checking me out. She didn’t have a clue. My body yearned for her, and I barely knew her.
    Chuckling at the memory, I move to the trunk of my car. I knew it would be strange to pick her up, but I thought making a stupid ass sign for her would be charming. When she mentioned one of my favorite movies I stood there dumbfounded. Beth and I loved that one. One step up and two steps back. That’s how I feel. Beth still feels like she’s here with me and will probably always be here. But, Sam, she’s someone I want here, too. There’s something incredible about her, and I want to discover everything.
    I feel my palms get sweaty. I haven’t experienced this since I asked Beth out back in college. I’m taken aback by how my body and mind react to her. She’s making me feel again, and for the life of me, I have no idea what to do. It’s been such a long time.
    I’m not lying when I say that it’s been two years without sex. The fact is, I haven’t been on a first date in over five years. Can I even call our bet a date? Fuck! I’m an idiot .
    And then I drive the car off the road with visions of her throwing her head back in ecstasy as she touches herself. Oh and even better that damn song comes on. I mean, what are the chances? Of all the songs that could come on the radio, that one’s playing. It’s like the song and the world are fucking mocking me.
    The image of her pleasuring herself is almost too much to take. Down boy. Get a grip, Ben. Hmm, maybe I literally need to get a grip. Perhaps a shower before dinner tonight will help ease the ache she created, an ache that I welcome.
    I watch her exit my car while I take her luggage out of the trunk. She makes her way over to me, tentatively, and