Chapter 11 Sully #2
I thought of this morning. Waking up and watching him sleep.
Reaching over and stroking his warm skin.
Grinning as his cock sprang to life when I ran my fingers over his abdomen.
He hadn’t moved as I pulled back the blankets and sat up, taking his dick into my mouth and sucking.
I knew when he woke up, his groan loud and needy.
I loved how he instantly reached for me, murmuring my name and coaxing an intense orgasm from me as I pleasured him.
Then after, the teasing and the way he used his mouth to bring me to yet another earth-shattering release before making me coffee and letting me watch him get ready for work.
He had bent down and kissed me before leaving.
“I’ll see you tonight, mo fhiadh beag. You’ll be here, yes? ”
“Tonight,” I repeated. “Yes. Have a good day.”
He winked. “You’ve already ensured that, love.”
And he was gone, leaving me in his comfortable bed that smelled like him.
I wasn’t sure I had ever been so blissful in my life.
A knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts. Megan was on the threshold, holding a lovely bouquet. She set them on the corner of my desk. “These came for you,” she said with a grin. “Aren’t they brilliant? Such lovely colors!”
I smiled at her, taking in the extravagant bouquet. “Exquisite,” I agreed.
“Such a lucky lass! You must have quite the admirer.”
“He’s pretty awesome,” I agreed, touching a petal on one of the vivid red roses.
They were mixed with white and pink lilies, freesia in a purple color, and a multitude of other flowers I had no idea the names of.
It was fragrant and beautiful. It covered a good-sized chunk of my desk, and I sat down, looking at it.
I plucked the card from the bouquet, opening it and scanning the words.
Autumn
I want to start every morning with you.
And end every night the same way.
Together, we’ll figure it out.
Yours—Sully
My eyes went back to the forms I was filling out, thinking of my doubts. Back to the simple signature on the card.
Yours—Sully
Because he was mine.
And I was his.
And suddenly, the doubts weren’t so insurmountable.
Because I had him.
I left the office early and went to the local shops.
A men’s shop gave me what I needed, and I found everything I wanted at the small grocer’s after asking the shopkeeper for some help, and then I hurried to Sully’s place.
I used the passcode and the keys he gave me, setting the bags down on the island that separated the kitchen from the rest of the living space.
I quickly got to work, pleased that after Sully had left this morning, I had figured out the kitchen layout and knew where everything was.
Once dinner was in the oven, I headed to the bedroom and pulled off my work clothes.
I had another shower, lathering up and shaving everywhere, then smoothing lotion over my skin once I was dry.
I dressed in the outfit I had bought yesterday, adding the items I had purchased today.
I hoped he liked the gifts—especially the hidden ones.
He had to wait and see those, which would make him impatient and surly.
And I was going to enjoy every second of it.
SULLY
I walked into the flat and stopped, sniffing the air like a dog catching the scent of a juicy bone.
The aroma was rich, meaty, and tangy. Delicious.
I dropped my briefcase, hanging up my coat fast. As I headed for the kitchen, I spied the table set, the flowers I had bought last night in the center, candles flickering, and wineglasses ready.
I never came home to a cooked meal unless Roisin was visiting. And it never involved candles and wine. Or an aroma so incredible my mouth was watering. She liked simple fare—good, stick-to-your-ribs sort of meals. Delicious and homey, but humble.
Autumn turned as I rushed into the kitchen, a smile on her face and her arms spread wide. “Welcome home, dear,” she cooed. “How was your day?”
I burst out laughing, holding on to the island as I bent over in mirth.
She wore a set of men’s pajamas, long, loose, and in the most hideous plaid imaginable.
They were far too big on her, and the sleeves were rolled up, as were the pant legs, although they were still too long and dragged on the floor.
Her hair was caught up on her head in a haphazard bun, wisps falling everywhere.
No makeup. Her feet were covered in what I suspected were a pair of my woolen socks, the toes flapping as she walked toward me.
“Should I be looking for the VapoRub?” I asked, still laughing.
“No, we’re good. But I thought I’d give you a glimpse of the future.”
I bent and kissed her full lips. “Bring it on, lass.”
She grinned against my mouth. “You have no idea.”
I inhaled, the scent of dinner even stronger than by the door. “Something smells incredible.”
“You mean besides me?”
“That, I fear, is a trick question, madam.”
She winked, then turned toward the cooktop. “You have ten minutes to change if you want.” She glanced over her shoulder. “You look mighty sexy in that suit, though.”
“I think I’ll dress down a bit.”
“Good plan.”
I turned, and she called my name. “Sully?”
“Yes?”
Her voice was low and sincere. “My flowers were incredible. So many people dropped by to see them. I’ve never been sent flowers before. In fact, last night’s were the first ones I’d ever been given. Thank you.” Her eyes shone at me, glimmering and warm.
“You’re welcome, mo fhiadh beag. I meant what I said.”
“I know.”
“Good.”
I sat at the table, taking in the feast before me. Some sort of roast, mash, carrots, fresh beans, and rolls beckoned. A steaming container of gravy made my stomach grumble in anticipation. Autumn filled my plate, handing it to me. “I hope you like it,” she said, sounding shy.
I leaned over and kissed her. “I will.”
One bite of the meat and gravy and I groaned. “What is this?” I asked, the roast tender and rich. Spicy and intense.
“It’s called Mississippi Pot Roast. I had to substitute a couple things, but it’s one of my favorite meals.”
“Are these peppers?” I shoved one into my mouth before she responded, chewing the tangy flesh with more of the meat.
“Yes. Pepperoncini peppers. I was worried I wouldn’t find them here, but I did.”
“This is the most delicious thing I have ever eaten.” I grinned around another mouthful. “Forget what I said last night about you not having to cook. I want this every night.”
She laughed as she lifted her wineglass and took a sip. “You’ll get sick of it.”
“I’m willing to try.”
We ate in silence for a moment, the only sound the scraping of forks and knives on the plates. Suddenly, she waved her hand in front of her face. “Oh, I’m warm.” She stood and pulled off my socks, wiggling her toes. “That’s better.”
I helped myself to more food, enjoying it immensely. “I didn’t get lunch,” I grumbled. “We planned it, but a client showed up unexpectedly and I worked through it. I was in meetings the rest of the afternoon and had no chance to eat.”
“Poor baby,” she murmured, once again waving her hand. “Oh, still hot.”
She stood, divesting herself of the too-big pants.
She did it with her back turned, offering me a glimpse of her lovely arse and creamy thighs as she bent over and shimmied out of the too-warm covering.
I caught a glimpse of satin before she straightened up, and I admired the view of her shapely legs before she sat back down.
“Better?” I asked, my voice sounding a little hoarse. “Don’t stop if you’re still overheated,” I encouraged.
She shook her head. “I’m good.”
I pushed down my disappointment. I liked watching the plaid come off her.
We talked as we ate, her laughing when I told her about Lloyd.
“Well, he has a point,” she murmured, playing with the buttons of the pajama top.
I tried not to stare as I glimpsed more satin-and-lace-covered swells under the ugly plaid, but it was hard not to.
She had great knockers. I cleared my throat and forced my eyes to my plate.
I shifted in my seat, my sweats a little tighter than they had been, wondering for a moment if she was doing this on purpose.
I sat back, replete. “Bloody hell, that was incredible.”
She finished her dinner, leaning over to pick up the water jug and top off our glasses. The top gaped, showing me more of the lace and silk under the material. She frowned at the small hiss that left my mouth.
“You okay?”
“I am.”
She sat back, shaking the collar, then stood, the long top gaping. Satin definitely peeked out from under the edge of the plaid. “I have dessert too.”
My cock twitched in my sweats. “Oh aye?” I asked with a leer. “What might that be?”
Frowning, she picked up our plates. “Pie with whipped cream. It looked so tempting, I couldn’t resist.”
“Oh,” I muttered, disappointed.
She returned a moment later with a pie, setting it on the table. I narrowed my eyes. The plaid top was gone, leaving her in a short robe that ended mid-thigh. It hugged her figure, belted tightly at the waist. “Autumn,” I asked. “What are you doing?”
“Getting dessert.”
“You keep losing your clothing.”
She looked down. “Oh, some of us send pictures of getting dressed. Others prefer to do the opposite and undress for our partners.”
Then she was gone, her robe flying from her shoulders and landing like a satin rug on the floor.
I grinned, realizing what she was doing. She hadn’t commented on my texts yesterday other than a winking emoji. This was payback.
I intended to enjoy it.