Chapter Twenty-Five
Avery
Sleeping alone for the first couple of nights at Holden’s house was fine.
He was a superb human being and he wanted to be sure I could rest so he insisted I sleep in his bed and he’d take the couch.
Nobody who ever spent one night in a hospital could say it was a restful experience, so I appreciated his suggestion for the first night.
But two nights alone in the man’s massive bed was more than enough.
He needed to get over his worry about me so we could live our lives together and do all the fun things couples in love did every day.
I wouldn’t say we’d never set up a camera and tape ourselves for our own enjoyment, though probably not anytime soon.
I took Ossie for a morning walk as I’d promised Holden I’d do, and when we returned to the house, the dog went to his bed in the corner of the kitchen and fell asleep in an instant.
After a teleconference with Brooke and Kyle about the campaign, I emailed them pictures of the rough sketches I’d done, which gave me an idea.
I wanted to sketch Holden in a provocative pose to put on the wall in his bedroom.
He was a private person, as I’d witnessed, so he’d probably balk at first, but maybe with a homecooked meal, I’d be able to talk him into it.
I opened the freezer to find a frozen lasagna. I was no chef, but I’d learned to heat up some things. Mostly, from Brooke, I learned what not to do.
Once I had the pan in the oven and the timer set for an hour, I checked the clock to see I had just enough time to take a shower and kick into The Seduction of Holden, Part Deux mode. I didn’t want to break the man, just loosen him up a little.
While I was in the shower, I thought about why I came to be in Holden Rose’s home with Holly Rose’s heart beating with more love than I could fathom inside my chest. It was nothing short of a miracle.
“Or fate.” It was Happy’s voice in my head.
“I thought you were gone for good.” She’d seemed to tell me goodbye the last time I saw her before EZ did his thing and I awoke in a hospital, fresh out of brain surgery.
“I’ve been given this opportunity to ask how you believed EZ handled the situation with tracking down Hal the serial killer.”
“Are you in the bathroom with me?” Not this again…
“Uh, no. I know you don’t like me to keep you company when you’re naked. I’m just popping in to find out how you found EZ’s approach to solving the problem?”
EZ’s approach? “I’m not sure what that means.”
“This was actually EZ’s first solo job. Management wants you to grade his resolution on a scale of one to five, five being best and one being worst. They just want to know how you felt about the solution.”
“If by solution, you mean that he gave me a brain bleed so I could help him hunt down a serial killer who wanted to kidnap you and keep you in hell with him, I did enjoy the hunt and appreciated being able to do something for you after all you’ve done for me.”
I touched my chest over my heart.
“Those hell hounds are fascinating. So, if you’re asking if there are any hard feelings on my part because I had cranial surgery, I’d have to say I could have done without going under the knife, but look at me now—no, don’t.
Here I am in Holden’s shower, in love with him and trying to get him to forget about my doctor’s orders that we wait two weeks to make love.
I’d say, aside from the fact that my hair’s going to part crooked for the rest of my life, I’d give EZ a ten out of five for saving you. ”
Happy giggled. “Perfect answer. And I have it on good authority that if you succeed in getting my brother to put out again, you’ll be just fine. I love you, Avery.”
“Bye, Happy. Love you, too.”
I hurried to get out of the shower so I could plan the perfect seduction scene.
I had a few battery-operated candles in his bedroom, one of his Track and Tire Rescue black T-shirts that I tied at the waist, and I hadn’t forgotten Holden’s comment regarding the red lace panties with the ties on the sides.
“Please tell me you wore these on our date.”
I would make it so!
I made sure the little remote thingy was on the dresser for the candles, then I hurried downstairs just before the door between the kitchen and the mud room opened. Holden stood there, staring at me. I got the feeling my outfit hit its mark.
After mundane chit-chat, Holden excused himself and rushed off to clean up for dinner. Once I confirmed the oven was off and tented the baking dish with foil, I hurried upstairs and turned on the candles before I walked into the bathroom to disrupt his shower, not for the first time.
I grabbed two towels, wishing I had time to run downstairs to the laundry room and throw them into the dryer so they were warm. His hands had been like ice when he’d come inside, and as I stared at the shower, I didn’t notice any steam rising, meaning he was taking another cold shower.
I couldn’t let that continue. I opened the door and turned the knob just short of scalding hot. “You’re going to get pneumonia, Holden.”
He was shivering as he stood in the corner of the stall, trying to stay out of the freezing cold spray.
When he realized I had the door open and was staring at his sexy ass and tree-trunk-like thighs, he quickly covered his dick, which wasn’t thrilled to be showered with ice-cold water. “What? What are you doing in here?”
After putting the towels on the towel bar, I whipped off his T-shirt and untied the panties on both sides, placing them onto the toilet tank before stepping into the shower, which was starting to heat up, thankfully.
“Avery, what are you—?”
“I’m going to wash your back, Holden. You know, I can keep my hands and my dick to myself.” I even added a nod for emphasis.
Much to my surprise, Holden leaned down to kiss my cheek before kissing down my neck and along the scar from my heart transplant. Finally, he stood and looked into my eyes. “It’s not you I’m worried about, sweetheart.”
“If I swear to tell you if I feel pain anywhere, can I suck you? I want to make you feel good, Holden. You took me in, and you’re taking good care of me. I want to take care of you, too.”
Holden sighed. “Okay, but not in the shower. Let me clean up, and we can get into bed. You took out that delicious smelling lasagna?”
“I used your eggplant. I hope that was okay. Where do you get the pickled eggplant, and what do you use if for?” I couldn’t fathom.
“My mom makes it. Her grandmother was Italian, and it’s great on an antipasto platter.
I eat it as a snack and dip Italian bread in the olive oil brine.
It’s really delicious. It has onions too.
Mom sent me back with a couple of jars at Christmas.
I finished off the other one. I need to eat this one so I can take the jars back to her. I can’t wait to taste your lasagna.”
Now was my shot and I was taking it. “I want to taste you first, if you don’t mind. If I feel any discomfort at all, I’ll tell you, and you can call 9-1-1.” I was putting a lot of faith in Happy’s assurance that I was going to be fine.
I washed Holden’s back and massaged his shoulders, easing some of the tension as I went. I quickly dropped to my knees to wash his legs and that beautiful ass I’d had too long ago.
“Just so you know, I appreciate you letting me inside you first, but after this two-week bullshit is over, I want you inside me forever.”
Holden spread his legs so I could wash his junk, and his cock and balls dropped from his gut where they’d gone when he’d been using the ice water.
The blood followed quickly behind, his cock springing to life quickly.
I massaged his balls and cleaned behind them, rubbing his taint to be sure it was extra clean.
Suddenly, I was lifted and held in front of Holden. “That’s enough, sweetheart. Let’s get into bed.” God, the man was beautiful and so gentle.
I handed him a towel, quickly dried myself with the other before using it to dry his legs and feet, which were sexy for a guy who worked as hard as he did.
I’d seen a pumice stone in his shower that he must have used to groom them, which was nice to know.
Maybe I could talk him into going for a pedicure with me before flip-flop weather?
Holden picked me up from where I squatted and carried me into the bedroom, holding me with one arm as he pulled the comforter and top sheet down the bed, gently placing me on the soft cotton sheets. That reminded me…
“You’re not sleeping on the couch anymore. If you don’t trust me in your bed, then I’ll sleep on the couch. Your feet must hang off it, even though it’s a long couch.” The man was impossible.
“I think we can work this out. Now, come here and let me kiss you everywhere.”
Who was I to fight him, but I had a better idea. “Can we mutually suck each other?”
“That sounds amazing.”
Before I could catch my breath, I was on top of him with my throbbing cock in his mouth. I was able to reach his hard prick and take the mushroom head into my mouth. His trimmed bush was still damp against my nose, and his scent was mouthwatering.
To reach the base of his erection, I had to pull out of his mouth, but Holden took it in stride and began licking my hole, which nearly sent me to the ceiling. “Fuck, baby, that feels good.”
“Are you okay?” he asked as I moved his cock back to my mouth and sucked, trying to catch all the seeping pre-cum he was giving me.
“Mmmm. I’m doing just great.” That was no fucking lie.
I continued to shower his length as much love as I could without loosing his tongue in my ass. Fuck, if it wasn’t sublime.
“Avery, fuck, I’m about to come. I haven’t had you since that night, and I’m afraid my control is for shit.”
I sat up and turned to look at him. “Let me get you off, baby. I want to have your cum inside me one way or the other. Okay?”
Holden smirked before he nodded, so I crawled down his body and sucked him down my throat. A wet finger circled my hole before slipping inside, and when he rubbed it against my prostate, I sucked harder. I took him to the back of my throat and swallowed around the head.
“Fuck.” His warm cum hit the back of my throat.
I pulled back a little to taste him on my tongue.
I swallowed everything he gave me, and when he continued to stroke my prostate with his long, rough finger, I couldn’t hold back.
I sprayed his chest and collapsed on him, continuing to nuzzle his softening cock.
Holden picked me up and righted me on the pillow at the top of the bed before he nestled into me and wrapped a big arm around my waist. He kissed up my ribs and licked under my armpit—which was shaven—and his hot breath sent shivers down my spine.
“I love you, Avery. You’re my dream come true.”
My face heated because why would he want someone like me when he could have anyone else on the planet? “You’re just cum drunk.”
Holden laughed as he kissed my right nipple. “No, I’m the most honest man you’ll ever meet, and I promise I’ll never lie to you. Besides, you’re the one who’s cum drunk. Thanks for that by the way.”
We both turned on our sides and stared into each other’s eyes. Finally, I broke. “Do you think you’d ever want to get married?” It was a ridiculous question. We hadn’t known each other for that long for me to be mentioning anything of the sort.
Holden raised an eyebrow and gently stroked his thumb over my right cheek. “That’s a really shitty proposal, sweetheart.”
We both laughed, but I knew that one day, I would propose to Holden Rose. We were destined to be together for a very long time.