Chapter 11 – Tag #2
“As in, you haven’t been interested in a woman enough to marry her, or you’re not interested in marriage at all?”
I shrugged and studied the road that I knew by heart.
“Not a lot of women are like, ‘sign me up’, for this kind of life. And the ones that think they are end up leaving.”
“That can’t be true,” she said. “Not every woman leaves.”
“The important ones do.”
“Are you talking about…your mom?” she said, softly.
I bristled. Yeah, I wasn’t totally oblivious to the fact that my failure to commit long term to someone might have something to do with my mom’s abandonment. But I didn’t want to go there. Denial was my friend and there wasn’t a practicing therapist in the Gulch.
“Guess we both have family drama,” she said, with a sigh.
“That we do.”
I took the left down the long driveway to the Calloway house. It was a little cabin nestled among some hills and the same creek where the boys took Sunshine today. The cabin was so small it made you wonder how five kids and two adults lived there all together without burning the place down.
And there was only one bathroom.
“I really don’t want to deal with this,” she admitted, looking at the black and white cottage with the new roof and wild garden, where she grew up.
One of Monica’s sculptures that she made out of flattened Diet Coke cans glinted in the sun, keeping away the worst of the crows.
And the alpacas were thankfully all fenced inside.
“Can we…” she waggled her eyebrows at me.
I shook my head and laughed. This woman was a potent combination of silly and sexy. It went to my head like moonshine. “You can’t keep putting this off with sex. Deal with your family drama and then we’ll play some more. Yeah?”
A gleam lit her eyes. “What are we going to do next?”
I leaned in, until I felt her breath across my face. The cab of the truck was intimate. Hushed. I wondered what she would let me do to her, here in front of her house. It felt like when we were this tight, this attuned to each other, she’d do anything I asked.
Anything.
It was heady, this power. Humbling.
“Feels like our orgasms have been a little lopsided,” I said.
“That’s because you-”
I put my thumb against her lips. Heavy enough to silence her, heavy enough to remind myself how soft her mouth was. How hard and rough my hands were. Her lips parted as she sucked in a breath, and I felt the damp of her tongue, and my jeans got tight.
“Next time we play, I’m going to take us some place private and you’ll get on your knees…”
A hungry whimper came out of her throat and my cock got real excited.
“I’ll let you take my cock out. Nice and slow. And I’ll let you lick me. You want to do that?”
She nodded, her eyes wide.
“I’ll let you tease me. Suck the head until I’m dying to push deep into your mouth. All the way to your throat. You think you can take that? You think you can take me in your throat, the way I like it?”
She nodded again.
“Say it,” I said.
“I’ll let you push your cock where ever you want.”
I groaned. This woman, fuck. She could give as good as she could get.
“Yeah, I’m going to tie your hands behind your back when I do this, sweetheart. Not too tight, just tight enough so you realize you can’t stop me while I fuck your delicious mouth. You understand?”
She nodded again.
“You good at sucking dick?”
She averted her eyes and the moment broke. Shit. Too far? Or maybe she didn’t know, or was self-conscious?
I got it. It was intrusive as hell. I’d dated more than one woman who’d acted like she was doing me a favor when she went down on me.
But that’s not how I liked it. I can’t imagine any guy liked it like that. A begrudging favor. I wanted a woman who got so into it, she could make herself come.
That’s how Sunshine was going to do it for me.
“I’ll show you exactly what I like and I’ll make it good for you, too,” I said, removing my thumb from her lips. “So when I do come in your mouth and you swallow every last drop I give you, the only thing you’re going to be thinking about is how badly you want to come.”
“Tag,” she breathed, leaning toward me.
“Now, get out of this truck before I change my mind and make you suck me off right here in front of your momma’s house.”
She made a low sound, a hungry growl, and I knew if I slipped my hand between her legs I could feel how hot and wet she was through the denim.
My dick pulsed with need.
I leaned over her and pulled the handle to open the passenger side door for her.
“Go on, now,” I said. “You got shit to do.”
“You’re a tease.”
“Just making you work for it, honey.”
She got out of the truck and turned to look at me before shutting the door. She still wore that hat, but her cheeks were pink and her short blond ponytail was windblown and wild. So far from the sleek, sophisticated woman in New York.
“Did you say all that stuff to distract me from the conversation I have ahead of me?” she asked.
“Did it work?” I asked her.
Her smile was pure mischief. “I’m really looking forward to the next time I see you, Tag.”
She shut the door and I watched as she straightened her back and lifted her chin.
Yeah, Sunshine Calloway was no coward. She would have dealt with her shit, whether I’d distracted her or not. But now, we were both thinking about the next time we got together.
Damn. It was going to be good.