Chapter 34 #2
More than three months into this job, I finally convinced Mr. and Mrs. Torres to give us another chance.
While I heat the meal in the microwave, I think about the details of the payments made when they worked with Chip, the long hours digging through their original contract to make sure we did the opposite.
While the original contract was light on expectations, the new one sets the milestones.
The lack of transparency in their first agreement set them up to be taken advantage of.
It also meant that no one with a title other than owner would ever see the payments since they’re the ones who approve expenses at that level.
I had legal create an entirely new contract after that because I don’t want any hidden agendas if I’m involved. Despite being the talk of the office for the work I’ve put in and for making the bosses happy, I still have a sinking feeling in my gut.
Sitting on the couch, I turn on a sports channel and lean back. Kicking up my feet on the coffee table, I start eating. I’m too tired and hungry to even change out of my work clothes. At least I took off my shoes.
Since nothing good is on, and I can’t stop thinking about Liv in the other room, I stand to get undressed, drop my underwear, and pull on a pair of shorts.
I pad down the hall and listen at the door, wondering how she’s doing and wanting to climb into bed with her.
The couch doesn’t have her comfort, the softness of her thighs, or the sweet mewls she sometimes makes in the night.
I sneak in to check on Liv once more, but she’s fallen asleep.
In a quick sweep of the room, I brush my teeth, turn off the TV, and collect the bowl on the way out the door.
I’ve never been the neatest, but I’ve learned how the state of the kitchen is left at night sometimes contributes to Liv’s mood in the morning.
I take the time to straighten and clean the dishes before settling back in horizontally on the couch.
My mom was right for telling me to go with the custom couch, one that fits my build and is great for lounging around. It’s coming in handy as a bed tonight. Although I have a spare bedroom set up, I can’t hear her as well from in there because of the air-conditioning.
Turning off the TV, I prefer the quiet and listening for my son if he calls me or my wif—girlfriend needs anything.
Even in the sky of the city, a hum sneaks in from the outside.
It’s not like in the country where silence becomes a friend you rely on.
Here, there’s always a bit of noise to contend with.
I’ve gotten used to it, but I’m not sure which I prefer anymore.
I guess it depends where Liv and Max reside.
I choose them. That’s why I don’t concern myself with the Freudian slip I just made.
That and my mind is too tired to fight what my subconscious is trying to tell me.
My lids grow too heavy to hold open as my body sinks into the couch cushions.
I release the day, allowing my mind the reprieve to give in to sleep.
I see her in my dreams—soft curls flowing down her back and thin straps falling off her shoulder, kissable red lips calling me to her and heels that make her legs appear to go on for miles. She’s a fantasy that’s fooling me into thinking she was real.
I’m straddled, and pressure is applied to my chest as she slides herself over my dick several times, taking what she wants to make herself feel good while arousing me from dreaming. My name brushes past my ears on the breath of whispers that feel so real. “Noah. Noooah.”
I groan wanting to stay here, to be with my girl.
“Noah . . . hey there.”
Heated skin and full tits. Hips that widen from below the waist. Nails scrape across my skin and wet kisses on my chest. I fight against the onslaught of a new day, not wanting to wake up.
The world rushes in when I hear, “Babe?”
I open one lid and then the other, finding Liv on top of me and hovering over my face.
“Hey.” My fingers dig into her bare ass on instinct, but it still takes my mind a moment to catch up.
Home. Living room. Couch. Liv sick. Alarms ring in my head, waking me up.
“What are you doing out here? Are you okay?”
She smiles. “I feel so much better, but I missed you.” Her hands cover my chest and run over my biceps. Dipping down to kiss my jaw, she goes lower, and whispers, “I want you.”
“You have me, baby,” I reply, trying to shake the final haze of grogginess from my brain. Running my fingers over her back, I close my eyes, enjoying being woken up this way. It’s my favorite way to wake up, in fact.
“No, I want you.” She lifts her head while rubbing her pussy against my erection. Her lids falter, and she bites her lip. A moan slips out, and her head dips down. As if she can’t bear it any longer, she says, “I need to feel you inside me. I need the connection, the fullness. I need you, babe.”
Holding her by the hips, I sit up, kissing her behind the ear and then peppering them across her shoulder.
Our physical attraction was a string attaching us together when we met.
We’ve never denied our chemistry. The emotional bond has only grown since that first time.
Like her, I often need one connection or the other, but mostly, all of her because the superficial is more incredible because of how I feel about her. I lie back. “I’m always here for you.”
Honied heat engulfs me as she slides down, consuming me to the hilt. A pause has her steadying her breath as it deepens while she acclimates. I will never grow tired of how we fit together.
She begins to rock, taking her sweet time. I don’t mind the slow pace. It matches the hour, giving me time to soak her in, to appreciate the feel of her soft skin and the perfection of her tits bouncing before me. That mouth, though, has me reaching up to fill it with my fingers. “Suck.”
Her lips wrap around them and close, her tongue gliding to wet them. I pull out, keeping my eyes on her while I reach between us and rub them against her silken clit. I want to watch the buildup, feel the tightening of her body, and witness her peak as she falls apart on top of me.
Her moan teases my orgasm, summoning it to the surface, and my body tenses while chasing the heaven she creates.
“Noah.” My name falls from the edge of her tongue as her body tremors around me.
I’m sent spiraling into my release along with her. Holding her hips, I fuck until my body collapses beneath her. It’s so tempting to claim her in other ways, to make us legal on paper as well. I restrain the words from slipping out, knowing they’re better reserved for another day.
She lies on top of me and closes her eyes. The doodles from her fingers are drawings of figure eights. When her breath evens, I kiss her head and close my eyes, wanting to stay like this forever. She whispers, “I love you.”
I thought I was dreaming, but she’s real, and she’s mine. Liv’s my dream come true, and whatever was in that soup, I’m ordering it for her again. “I love you, too.”