Chapter 3 #2
Because just as she lets out a long, sharp cry into the bed, I slam my cock back into her.
We don’t talk about it at all. Amber doesn’t mention it.
And the niggling voice that tells me spurting my…
My lover’s bare pussy with cum probably wasn’t a good idea - that voice gets locked away along with my judgmental inner asshole, and the thoughts of Amber’s father murdering me for dicking down his daughter.
For now, Amber’s curled up in an armchair, wearing nothing but an oversized cardigan, a cup of coffee wrapped in her hands, smiling at me as I sit down in the armchair beside hers.
“I love this view,” she says, gazing out the window before us. “I know it’s just trees, but it’s so pretty.”
“It’s what sold me on this house.” I run a hand over my bare chest, the warmth of the fire washing over us both. “This view. It brought me a lot of peace.”
“I bet.” Amber takes a sip of her coffee, and tilts her head as she looks back at me. “Do you think you’ll ever get married again?”
“Me?” I chuckle, shaking my head. “Oh honey, I think I’m too old for all that.”
She rolls her eyes and gags. “You need to stop with the ‘I’m old, soooo old’ line. You’re in your 40s. You could live another 60 years.”
“You got a whole lot of faith in my genes there,” I say with a laugh, gulping down a warming mouthful of milky coffee.
“My grandpa is in his 90s, and still jogs, every day.” Amber raises her eyebrows as though making an extremely valid point.
“And you’re a machine. Look how fit you are.
” Her expression shifts and she drags her lower lip through her teeth.
“If you were so old, you could have never fucked me, what, 7 times in the past 18 hours?”
A flush rises in my face, and I rub the back of my neck as I laugh. “Yeah alright, you have a point. I don’t do too bad for a man my age, I guess.”
“You do extremely well.” Amber smirks at me over the edge of her cup. “Besides, a hot guy like you? It’s a waste for you to be single.”
“I guess we’ll see then.” I shrug, looking over her long legs that are drawn up against her chest. “And what about you?”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “Me?”
“Yeah, you know, obviously you have the career all set for you, Miss Amber Pope, Master Bridge Builder, but what about the rest?” I wave my hand vaguely around the room. “You know, home and marriage and kids, is that all on the horizon for you?”
Amber sighs as she looks out the window at the slate-grey sky and the falling rain.
“Marriage, yeah, maybe. If I met the right guy. But kids, no.” She shakes her head adamantly.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love them.
My eldest brother and his wife have two year old twins, and they are adorable.
I love them so much, but I don’t really have the urge to be a mom myself.
I’d rather be the rich, cool auntie that takes them to Disney, y’know?
” She gives me a devious side glance. “Drops them off back home hyped up on sugar, that kind of thing.”
I chuckle quietly and nod. “Fair enough.”
“You and Mella never wanted any more? Kids I mean?”
I shift back into the armchair with a heavy breath, and squint at the sky. “No, no, we were happy with Laurie.”
“I don’t think anyone has more kids because they’re unhappy with the first one.” Amber leans towards me, reaching out a hand to stroke along my arm. “Laurie said once that she was an accident?”
“Oh, god no.” I rub my forehead and shake my head.
“No, she was, no I hate that word, accident. She was unplanned, but when we found out she was on her way, we were happy.” I sigh, putting my coffee cup down on the side table, and suddenly I want to tell this young woman at my side everything.
Things I’ve never really talked to anyone else about.
“Mella had an abortion, real early on when we were first together. We were both still in college, and it was just the wrong time.”
“Was that… hard for you?” Amber strokes her hand down my arm until she reaches my fingers, and entwines her own through them.
“No, no it wasn’t. Mella was very matter-of-fact about it, and I sure as shit wasn’t ready to be a father then, I was way too young.” I smile over at her. “Just a little older than you are now.”
Amber shakes her head with a huffed laugh, but doesn’t let go of my hand. “But then when she was pregnant with Laurie, it was the right time?”
I shrug, looking down at our joined hands and thinking how nice it is just to hold someone’s hand. I wrap Amber’s hand in both of mine, running my thumb over her delicate, long fingers, her pale peach manicured nails, and without thinking, raise her hand to my mouth to place a kiss in her palm.
Amber’s expression when I meet her eyes is one of quiet surprise. She stares at me for a moment, then drops her gaze and turns away from me.
“Sorry,” I mumble quickly, and her head whips back around to look at me.
“For what?”
“For… Um…” I don’t even know why I’m apologising, but something just shifted in the room, and I’m sure it’s my fault. “I feel like I just made you uncomfortable.”
“By kissing my hand?” Amber scoffs, putting her cup down on the side table and drawing her legs up tighter against her chest, and wrapping her arms around them. “Why would that make me uncomfortable?”
“Amber, what just happened?”
“Nothing,” she snaps, and dashes her hand across her face. It takes me a beat to realise that she’s starting to cry.
“Honey.” I kneel down in front of her, but she won’t look at me. “What’s going on?”
“I… I don’t know.” She shakes her head, chewing on her lip and angrily rubbing her face against her shoulder to stem the flow of more tears down her face. “I’m being stupid.”
“No you’re not. Something got to you, what is it?”
“You’re just… You’re so nice.” Her head drops against her knees, and her shoulders shake as she starts to cry.
I reach out to take her hands, and suddenly she’s on the ground, wrapped around me and sobbing into the crook of my neck. I hold her, stroking her hair, whispering comforting words to her as she cries her heart out.
I don’t know how long we sit like that, but finally she calms and quiets, all her tears cried out.
“I’m so sorry,” she murmurs, turning her head against my shoulder to gaze up at me. “You probably think I’m crazy, huh?”
“Crying doesn’t make you crazy, honey. If you’d run around my house screaming bible verses, I’d probably be a little worried, but crying, I can handle.”
Amber’s face breaks into a smile, and she covers her ruddy face with her hand as she laughs. “I’ve never even read the bible.”
I puff out an exaggerated sigh of relief. “Good. Because the last woman I let in here who had, she was terrifying.”
Amber keeps laughing against my chest, then sits up and rubs her face with the sleeve of her cardigan. “God, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Please don’t be,” I say, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “I just need to know you’re OK. And if I did anything to bring that on.”
She shakes her head and sniffles. “You didn’t.
I promise you didn’t. It was just…” She exhales shakily, and wets her lips with her tongue.
“The last time… The last time I slept with James, my um, I guess my ex-boyfriend, it was… I told you he didn’t rape me, but that last time, I guess it felt like I was out of control, but in a bad way? ”
Great. Last night did fuck her up. Nice one, Rembrook.
“Amber, I am so sorry if I did anything last night that-”
She takes my face in her hands and shakes her head.
“No no no, Theo, listen to me, that’s not what I meant.
” She places a hasty kiss on my lips, and she tastes like saltwater from her tears.
“With James, it was never about me. I know that now. And the morning after… I was telling him that I wasn’t comfortable, and that what had happened had…
hurt.” Her brow furrows, and rage swells in my chest. “I told him that he’d hurt me, he’d pushed me too far, and I needed him to not do that again.
And he told me…” She inhales through her nose.
“He told me that if I wanted to ever have a man who would stick around, I’d have to get used to it. Because all men wanted that.”
I’m so angry I can’t talk for a minute. My tongue is heavy and laced with venom in my mouth. I want to find this little punk James and beat the ever living shit out of him. I want to kill some college kid and bury him in a pit so deep he’s never found.
Easy, there. Calm down. Focus on Amber.
“You know he’s full of shit, right?” I lace my fingers into Amber’s hair and look into her eyes. “You don’t owe a man anything, especially nothing sexual, in order to keep him. Anyone who expects that isn’t worth keeping.”
“I know.” She nods, then laughs breathlessly. “I mean, I do now. You, doing that last night, it felt like I was doing that with you. You know what I mean?”
I nod slowly. “You said you wanted to do all these things with someone you trust, someone who wouldn’t hurt you, and then you discovered that you can do those things-”
“And have coffee made for me in the morning.” Amber smiles softly, and brushes her fingers over my forehead.
“Have my hand kissed. Have a sexy, smart, muscly man tell me his innermost thoughts.” Her warm brown eyes search my face, and she smiles as she shakes her head.
“I knew you’d be good to me. And I was so nervous yesterday, coming over here.
Thinking you’d still see some kid that used to drink all your orange juice and put on bad music. ”
“You’re not that kid anymore, honey.” I run a finger under her cardigan, slipping it from her shoulder, and brush my lips over her warm, bare skin. “You’re a woman. A beautiful, smart, funny, witty, ridiculously sexy woman, who has the whole world at her feet. Me included.”