CHAPTER TWENTY #2
He took my breath away. He was so tall and good-looking.
His T-shirt pulled a little across his muscles, and it looked so right on him.
He was wearing shorts, flip-flops, and sunglasses.
He looked like a Hollywood star, not an orchardist from Wixby, Georgia.
He grinned when he spotted me, and my heartbeat sped up.
He hurried over to me, grabbed me in his arms, and held me against him as he kissed me, my feet well off the ground.
I threw my arms around his neck, kissed him back, and we stayed like that for several minutes, kissing each other like crazy.
Finally, he slid me down his body and set me on the ground.
“God, I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I left you,” he said, adjusting his pants to try to hide how hard he’d gotten. I blushed, though I was pleased to see I had that effect on him.
“I have too,” I said, “even though you’ve only been gone a couple of weeks.”
“It feels like months.” He got into the passenger side of my blue Mercedes sedan. “How long does it take to get to your place?”
“About half an hour with traffic. Not bad.” I glanced over at him.
“That feels too long to me,” he said. I couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but I think I could imagine how he was looking at me.
I flushed a little under his gaze.
“I love how you blush when I look at you,” Edward said.
“I love how you look at me,” I replied. “It’s like you see me, not just how I look or fill out a dress.”
“Oh, I see all of that, too,” he grinned. “But you are so far beyond just a gorgeous woman. I like everything about you,” he said.
“Okay, stop it,” I laughed, “you’re going to make me blush constantly.”
He reached his hand out to run his fingers through my hair.
“God, it’s great to see you. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
“Me too. I know it hasn’t been that long, but it really felt like it.” I glanced at him.
“What is it?”
I hadn’t told him about everything that had happened with Monty and Nora on purpose. He was too far away to do anything about it, and I knew it would just upset him. So, now I told him about Nora’s strange new attitude.
He looked uncomfortable. “She wasn’t subtle when she hit on me at that party.
And Garrison sure acted as if she was one of the main reasons he wanted the account with me.
I don’t like it if that has driven a wedge between the two of you.
” He paused for a second. “Although, I’m not sure how great of a friend she is if she let her brother use her phone to track you.
That’s… messed up. And why would she still be coming after me if she knew we’re dating?
None of that adds up to her being a good friend. ”
I made a humming sound of agreement. I was holding back the parts about my conversations with Monty and what had happened with him today.
He could tell. “What aren’t you telling me?”
I sighed. “I don’t want this to be a big deal, but I’m afraid it’s not getting any better.” I explained how I’d tried to talk to Monty about my feelings, that I thought it had gone well, but that he was still asking me out, sending me flowers, and more. “And then he was outside my apartment today…”
His eyebrows hit his hairline. “What the hell?”
I explained everything that had happened. By the end, he looked like he was going to lose it.
“What is wrong with that family?” He looked out the window. “Declan said Olivia is going to look into them.”
“Hmm. I just hung up with her before I got to the airport. She stopped short of telling me that part in our call. Well, whatever. I trust her, of course. Although I’m not sure what all she can do now that she’s not at the academy.
Maybe she still has friends there? Anyway, let’s move on.
I just want to have fun with you this weekend, not think about the Hart family. ”
He gave me a look like he was going to argue, but then he seemed to think better of it. “You’re right,” he nodded. “Let’s just enjoy each other.”
We talked about normal things for the rest of the trip.
He told me how he and Declan had reconnected over him telling him how concerned he was about me.
How they’d started hanging out most nights at restaurants and bars in town.
Declan wanted to talk to him about expansion projects he was implementing at Wixby River Farms, and I was glad for both of them they’d gotten back on track in their friendship.
I told him more about my ideas for owning a dance school in Wixby whenever I retired from professional dancing. We talked about people we knew in common and laughed about stupid pranks Declan and Lufton had talked him into during our teen years.
It seemed like no time had passed, and we were already pulling in front of my townhouse.
I pulled into my parking spot and turned the car off.
We looked at each other. I think we had the same thought at the same time.
Both of us scrambled to get out of the car, and he chased me up my steps with me squealing to get ahead of him.
He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder before I could take many steps.
I handed him the keys, and he rushed me inside, kicking the door closed behind him.
He rushed me through to the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed and then basically jumping on me.
Before I could even move, he was kissing me, his tongue moving with mine in an urgent dance, all the while he was pushing my dress up.
His hand moved up my leg, squeezing as he got high on my thigh.
He pulled my panties aside, thrust into me with his finger, and I gasped.
“You’re wet for me already. I fucking love that,” he whispered in my ear.
I pushed him back enough so that I could lift my dress off, revealing that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Jesus.” He instantly cupped me in his hands, and I loved the way they felt on me.
They were a little rough with calluses from working in the orchards.
He bent down, sucking me greedily into his mouth, and flicking my nipple with his tongue.
I arched into him. “Edward,” I gasped out. “I need you inside me.”
“Not a problem,” he sat up, pulling a condom out of his pocket and putting it on.
I watched while he did it. “Take off your shirt.”
He threw his T-shirt somewhere across the room, and I sat up so I could run my hands over his amazing chest. I was on my knees, breasts pressed against him and kissing his neck. I bit him a little, and he made a growly sound in his throat.
“God, I want you so bad,” he said as he squeezed my ass. “You’re all I’ve been able to think about. Are you ready?” His voice was low, but intense.
I nodded.
He bodily flipped me over. “Get on your knees, baby. And look at me.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, and he made eye contact as he grabbed my hips and then plunged into me from behind. I cried out, loving the feel of him, and it made him lose control.
He began pounding into me relentlessly, over and over, his cock filling me just right, causing me to whimper with need.
“That’s right, baby. Let me know you like it.”
I moaned, unable to formulate a response, but I think the way I curved my back and thrust myself back onto him even harder each time he plunged in answered his question.
“Fuck,” he gasped out. “You’re so tight.”
I cried out as he started to slow down. “Don’t stop!”
“I’m not. I just want it to last,” he gasped out between thrusts.
I was close already, but I tried to hold on.
“Do you know how many times I’ve had to fuck my hand just thinking about you?” he hissed out as he gripped my hips harder.
“Faster,” I begged, his filthy words turning me on even more. He sped up again.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said as he slammed into me.
He kept his rhythm going as he reached a hand between us, pinching my clit between his fingers.
I screamed out and came almost instantly.
I could feel my muscles squeezing around him, and then he thrust into me a few more times before going still.
He groaned as came and then collapsed to the side of me. I couldn’t believe it was over so fast.
That’s how much we missed each other.
We stared at each other, breathing heavily and smiling.
I touched his face. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of doing that with you,” I said.
He laid his head on my breast. “I want to fuck you every day for the rest of my life.” He seemed to realize too late that was a big admission of his feelings to drop on me. His eyes met mine nervously. “Shit. I’m not trying to scare you. That’s just how I feel.”
“I’m not scared,” I sighed, lazily running my hands through his hair as he laid on my chest.
We stayed that way as long as I could before I had to go and shower before my performance.
“Want to come with me?” I grinned over my shoulder at him.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone get up as fast as he did, and it made me laugh as I let him chase me to the shower.
We got in the shower together and took turns soaping each other up. I let him do me first, and I could guarantee my body had never been quite so clean.
I took my time all over his chest and arms, before dropping to his abs and then his cock. He leaned his head back in the spray of the water, and when he opened those blue eyes to look at me his eyelashes were dark and spiky. Water was running in streams down his chest, and I wanted to climb him.
The look he gave me was heated as he stared down at me, and then he picked me up and pressed me back into the stone wall of the shower. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on around his neck.
“Are you on the pill?”
I nodded. “Are you… clean?” I didn’t want to know about previous partners or anything like that. I doubted Edward had gone without sex for long stretches at a time, but I’d rather not know about it.
“Yes,” he said, water running over his mouth. “And I’ve never gone without a condom before. But if you’re not comfortable, that’s fine. I’m not trying to pressure you…”
“No, I want to,” I assured him.
He grinned, kissed me as he gripped my waist, and then pushed into me, going slower than in the bedroom, taking more time with me.
“I want to ride you,” I whispered in his ear, and I used my strong legs to lift myself up and down his thick cock, taking him fully into me.
I moved my hands to his shoulders, using them for leverage as I continued my movements.
I controlled the pace at first, going slow on purpose and staring into his eyes.
Soon he moved forward and bent to suck my nipples while I continued to ride him, and it felt so good I was afraid I was going to come quickly once again.
I tried to hold on for a while, but then he grabbed my hips and began lifting me up and down much faster.
“God, you feel like a dream,” he said in awe as he held me still, pushed me back against the wall, and thrust into me repeatedly.
The pressure was building inside of me as the warm steam wrapped around us, the sounds of the water soothing as it washed over us.
He pushed my breasts together and licked first one nipple and then the other, then took them by turns into his mouth, sucking harder and harder.
I gasped out in both pleasure and a bit of pain. “Edward!”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said, backing off a little, but squeezing them and licking them still.
“It doesn’t hurt…” I moaned as he squeezed my waist and began moving me up and down his length again, practically bouncing me on him he moved me so fast.
He put a hand between us, massaging me as he continued to pump into me. The pressure inside was unbearable, and I screamed out suddenly, coming hard, my muscles squeezing him from the inside.
He thrust harder a few times before yelling as he came inside me.
“Lord,” he said, pressing his forehead against mine as he held me against the wall of the shower, both of us breathing hard. “You’re everything.” He kissed my neck and stayed inside me for a while, the warm water running over our bodies. It felt like heaven.
Finally, he set me down. We washed again, quickly this time, and then got out.
I wrapped myself in a towel and went to look at the time.
“Oh, no,” I said, starting to sprint around the room.
“I’ve got to go!” I hurriedly threw on dancewear.
My performance costume and makeup were at the theater.
I pulled my wet hair into a bun high on my head.
Then grabbed shoes and was about to head out the door.
“Wait!” He had thrown on his T-shirt so fast it clung to him where he was still wet.
I had to force myself to look away. God.
Edward had gotten ripped in the years we’d been apart.
And I couldn’t get enough of it. He caught my stare and gave me a cocky smirk that was so unlike his usual attitude I burst out laughing.
He laughed, too, as he grabbed me to him. “Damn,” he mumbled, his face buried in my shoulder. “I already want you again.”
“Me too,” I sighed, loving the feel of his powerful arms wrapped around me, his hands migrating to my ass. “But there’s no time. We should have left ten minutes ago.”
“Shit, sorry.” That spurred him into action. He pulled on his shorts and flip-flops. “Do you want me to drop you off?”
“Oh, yeah,” I remembered. “You don’t have a car here.”
We sped through the streets, and he screeched to a halt in front of the theater. I kissed him quickly and told him I’d see him soon. Then I ran to the front door, knowing I was behind schedule.