Chapter 25
Just Sexed Out
Mia
I didn’t know if Justin believed me when I told him I had paperwork to sort out after becoming a “free agent” but he didn’t try to stop me when I cleaned up, scrambled back into my clothes and left. I did need to do that, but mostly I needed space.
“Come back anytime” was all he said.
No one noticed me sneak up the stairs when I got home. After a quick shower I changed into something clean before gathering up the laundry and dropping it in the washer. I headed back upstairs to put clean sheets on the bed.
“Where’s Arne?” Mom asked as I passed the kitchen.
Despite being anxious, I didn’t want to worry my mother. “He’s with his dad this weekend.”
“That’s nice,” she said. “It’s good for a boy to spend time with his father.”
“Is it?” I asked, voice sharp.
Mom was flustered. “Well, of course.”
“He’s missing school, which Erik didn’t even ask about. And Erik is probably going to vanish back to LA in a few weeks and we have no idea when he’ll see Arne again. That’s all good?”
“A boy needs a male role model,” Mom insisted.
“Who needs a role model?” Bruce asked, suddenly appearing in the kitchen doorway.
“Arne,” Mom said. “He’s with Erik for the weekend.”
“Good,” Bruce responded. “Finally the guy steps up. Cora could use some free time.”
Really? Cora wouldn’t have been doing a damned thing with Arne this weekend. But Bruce figured I was free to take care of Mom, so he was free to spend the weekend drinking with his buddies.
“Mia and I can certainly amuse ourselves.” Mom smiled at me.
Damn it. Didn’t anyone ever consider that if I had time I wasn’t working or taking care of Arne, I might like to do something just for me?
“Sorry, I’ve got plans for the weekend.” The words slipped out before I gave them permission. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door before they had time to ask what they were. Which was good, because I didn’t know. I got in the car and drove.
One option was to go to Tonya’s. At least for the evening. But maybe they had something planned. I could go watch a movie in a theatre on my own. And then? I didn’t want to come back and face questions at home.
These were the arguments I was making to justify what I was going to do. I knew where I was wanted, and where I wanted to be. I pulled into a big chain drugstore and bought condoms and a toothbrush. Then I drove to Justin’s.
I parked on the street, second-guessing myself. Justin said next time, but did he mean it? Coming back for the weekend was pushing it.
Suddenly Justin was on the porch, leaning against the post, watching me. I sighed and got out with my purse and the bag from the drugstore. I climbed the steps to stand beside him. “I didn’t want to be home for the weekend. I have condoms and a toothbrush. Were you serious about a next time?”
A slow smile crossed his face. “I got condoms too, hoping you might come back.”
Tension eased out of my body. “Then we’d better get going.”
I followed him into the house, and as soon as the door closed behind us, he kissed me.
Pushed me up against the door and took my mouth, like he was starving and I was the only nourishment around.
The pharmacy bag fell from my grip as I reached to hold him, hands sliding up the smooth skin under his T-shirt.
If I was his food, he was my air right now, and I held on for all I was worth.
With his hands in my hair, holding me in place, he finally pulled back enough that we could look at each other.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t come back.”
“I didn’t think I would.”
“Why are you here? If you just need an escape, you can sleep in Jess’s old room.”
“No!” I drew in a breath, the smell of Justin’s body wash filling my nose.
“Bruce ticked me off, assuming I’d be serving them all weekend with Arne gone, and I walked out.
I have this weekend without my kid, and I don’t want to worry the whole time.
I want to forget my job and my family and my responsibilities and have a weekend for me. ”
“To be clear, is sex part of that?”
I raised my eyebrows. “I bought condoms, Jus. Sex is something I don’t do when Arne is around.”
Justin chuckled. “You would get a shitload of questions.”
“I don’t want to even think about that.”
“Why don’t we go upstairs, work on using some of these condoms, and order something in after?”
A voice in my head insisted I should offer to cook, but I was no longer working for Justin. This weekend was an escape, and trying to express my gratitude in chores would defeat the purpose. Instead, I pulled away and slipped past him. “We’ve got a lot of condoms—better get started!”
I ran for the stairs. I heard the crinkle of paper as Justin picked up the bag I’d dropped, and then he was after me. I had stripped off my T-shirt by the time I reached his room.
My worries over my older body were gone.
I might not look like the beautiful women Justin met as a professional hockey player, but I’d felt his hard cock while he was kissing me.
For this weekend, I was enough. I wouldn’t ask for anything more.
I was tied here and he was leaving, but I could have this weekend.
I’d just dropped my bra when Justin made it to the room. “Damn,” he said as I turned, bare from the waist up. I held his gaze as I reached for the button of my shorts. I flicked it open and lowered the zipper.
Justin licked his lips, eyes focused on me.
When was the last time I’d felt like this, beautiful and sexy and desirable? I shoved my shorts down and let them pool at my feet. I stepped out of them, in nothing but my underwear. I paused for a moment, then pushed those down as well.
Justin was hard again, or still. As I stood there, he pulled his T-shirt off and unbuttoned his shorts. Moments later he walked toward me, naked, eyes focused on mine.
He reached for my face again, kissing me, and I wrapped my arms around him, his chest hair rubbing my sensitive nipples, his cock hot against my abdomen.
His tongue pushed into my mouth, then I chased it into his.
Heat moved through me, every nerve lit up, as I got as close to him as possible.
Till it felt like every inch of my skin was touching his.
His hands moved down to my ass. A squeeze, which made me moan, and then he lifted me up and carried me to the bed, as if I was fragile and precious.
I would never tire of that move. He set me down and stretched over me, his hips settling between my legs.
I widened them, his cock so close to where I wanted him.
He pressed a kiss to my neck. “I want to take my time with you, but right now I need to be inside you.”
I nodded. I wanted him there too.
“Next time I’ll take it slow.” He looked back at the door, where my pharmacy bag was, then at his bedside table. “My condoms are closer.”
“Good call.”
He reached over me and scrabbled in the drawer. His weight was warm, pressing me into the mattress. I licked the pec that was stretched over my face. He shuddered and finally dropped several foil wrappers on the duvet.
“Are you ready?”
I nodded. I’d gotten wet when we were kissing by the door. Feeling his skin had definitely made me more than ready to take him inside me.
He pushed up, opening the packet with shaking hands. Once he had rolled the condom on, he paused, checking again if I was ready.
“Please!”
He lowered his body on his forearms, lips reaching mine for another kiss. I felt the pressure of his cock at my entrance and tilted my hips to help him in.
It had been so long. I hadn’t pleasured myself very often, since I shared a room with Arne.
I definitely didn’t have any dildos, so the feel of a hard cock stretching me was both new and wonderfully familiar.
He pushed his arms up and pulled his hips back.
I wrapped my arms around him so he couldn’t retreat far, and he changed direction to slide farther in.
“Yes…” I hardly recognized my voice, breathy and soft.
Another retreat, and he pushed in again. My hands dropped from his back to his ass, hard with muscle, as I tried to pull him all the way in.
Finally, he was there. He trembled, arms beside my head, fully seated. It felt so good, but I needed more. I shifted, trying to make the friction my body wanted. “More, Justin.”
“Sure?” His jaw was tight, every muscle tense.
“Now!”
After a couple of too-slow slides, his control frayed and he started to drive into me, fast and hard.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, moving with him, pleasure coursing through me.
I held on to his shoulders as he pounded, breath fast and sweat building on his face, his chest. I was hot and sweaty too, head thrashing on the pillows as I climbed higher and higher, closer and closer to my orgasm.
He braced himself on his left hand. His right hand moved to stroke my clit.
It was all I needed. I came, a sob pushing out of my throat, and saw nothing but stars behind my closed eyelids.
My body shuddered and twitched, and I felt Justin collapse on top of me.
He was hot and heavy, and I never wanted either of us to move.
Eventually, he raised himself and pulled out, doing something with the condom. Then he was back, wrapping an arm around me and holding me close.
“You okay?”
I nodded lazily. “Just sexed out. It’s been a while. I’d forgotten what I was missing.”
“One condom down. Let me know when you’re ready for the next.”
Justin
Sunday night, Mia was sitting on the counter in the kitchen, eating Chinese food out of a takeout container, wearing my shirt and nothing else. It had been a great weekend.
We hadn’t used all the condoms but we’d gone through a lot.
Our last attempt, I’d asked her if she could come more than once.
She had no idea. As horny teenagers, she and I had been sneaking around having sex wherever we could find privacy.
There had never been time to try for a second O.
Apparently it had been the same with her ex-husband.
Mia could come twice. I’d been very pleased to prove that.
Mia set down the box of chow mein and looked at the clock on the stove. She sighed. “I need to get home.”
I’d have liked to argue but getting her to stay for the weekend had been an unexpected bonus. I wouldn’t push her. My own departure was coming soon. “No word about Arne?”
“Nothing since the ‘everything is fine’ message.”
At least the asswipe had sent something, but it was a dick move. He’d told her they were coming back on Monday. I’d been ready to fly to Winnipeg with her to track the moron down, but fortunately he was needed on set here in Vancouver.
“What are you going to do for the next couple of weeks?” I dropped my food container in the recycling and reached for hers.
She passed it to me, frowning. “What do you mean?”
I stepped between her legs, where I could wrap my arms around her waist and hold her, for what was probably the last time. “Since you’re not working here.”
She blinked. “I’d forgotten.”
“You’ve probably got a million things on your to-do list, but you’re welcome here, anytime. If you want to get away from your family, or take some time for yourself, the door’s always open.”
She put a hand on my jaw, thumb brushing over my cheek. “Does that mean your bed?”
“It means anything you want it to mean. You don’t have to cook, or make coffee, or sleep with me. If you want the place to yourself, you’re welcome.”
She reached forward and kissed me, lips soft and gentle. “Thank you. I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I’ll keep you posted.”
I nodded. What else could I do? This weekend had confirmed my feelings. I was in love with Mia. Still, or again—it didn’t really matter. But her family was her first obligation, so there was no point in telling her. I could offer her a reprieve, but that was all she’d take from me.
“I wish things were different.” She brushed another kiss over my lips. “But since I don’t have to go just yet, shall we try another condom?”