Chapter 15 A Different Idea
A Different Idea
Savannah
We wandered into the kitchen, and Punc grabbed an armful of sandwich fixings while I opened the Kaiser rolls. He put down his haul and snatched the rolls from me.
“I can make my own sandwich, Punc.”
He shot me a sideways smile. “You can do a lot of things, Smythe, but I’m making you lunch.”
Being at loose ends always made me uncomfortable, so I went to the fridge and grabbed a ginger ale. “What are you drinking?”
“Whatever you’re having.”
I put his soda on the table and opened mine. “Cat’s spending the night at her friend’s house later.”
While he sliced a roll in half, he nodded. “I gathered that from what I overheard earlier.”
“That means we can spend the night at the clubhouse like you wanted.”
“We’ll play it by ear,” he said.
“You were pretty intent on that earlier.”
He stacked turkey, ham, and cheddar cheese on one of the split rolls. “Yeah, but I’d rather stick around here tonight in case someone comes through your backyard again. If there’s room in the garage, I’m putting my bike in there.”
I went to the pantry and grabbed a bag of potato chips. “Why? I would think you’d want to send the message that you’re around.”
He took two plates to the table and sat down. “I’d rather figure out if the person in the backyard was random or not.”
I settled in a chair across from him. “Sounds like you have a theory.”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Not really, but I don’t see Frank doing that.”
“Okay,” I murmured, and bit into my sandwich.
“Despite you thinking your online admirer is an anonymous troll—”
I waved a hand at him and quickly swallowed. “How would they know my address?”
“People can trace your location from videos or photos posted on social media. That’s what Alanis tells me. It’s why she never posts pics of her kids unless they’re at a public place.”
My lips tipped up at that because she’d told me nearly the same thing. “Okay, fine. I guess we’ll stay here tonight.”
He swallowed a bite of his sandwich. “No, we’ll have dinner at the clubhouse, then come back here.”
“What about the food we bought?” I asked, taking a huge bite of my sandwich trying to keep up with his pace. He’d already decimated over half of his.
“It’ll keep. I’m guessing you haven’t done anything fun in a long time.”
That was an understatement. Between Mom’s death and figuring out how to meet the crazy terms of Frank’s loan… even if I had time to do something fun, I didn’t have the money. Then again, my idea of fun and Ted’s weren’t likely to be the same.
“What do you want to do?” he asked, putting the last of his sandwich in his mouth.
I swallowed. “I’m telling you Ted, I’m boring. With the whole afternoon free, I should check those boxes in the garage. Especially now that the doctor gave me the all clear for more strenuous activities.”
He balled up his napkin and tossed it on his plate. “Let’s go bowling.”
“What?” I asked and finished my lunch.
“We’ll go bowling, then hit the clubhouse.”
That plan sounded good on the surface, but it would delay what I really wanted to do: him. Why was I feeling timid all of a sudden? It was rare I didn’t assert myself, especially with the man in my life.
After a deep breath, I said, “I’m not sure bowling was part of my approved activities, but I have a different idea.”
“Really?”
I grabbed Punc’s plate and rinsed it in the sink. “Yes.”
He moved in next to me, opened the dishwasher, and loaded the plates. “What’s your idea?”
I put my hand on his chest. “We could stay here and finish what we started.”
He covered my hand with his. “Savannah, I love that idea, but if we do that, I may not let you up until Cat gets home tomorrow.”
My nipples tingled and I bit back my smile. “I don’t have a problem with that.”
He groaned. “Woman, don’t say shit like that. Especially if you don’t mean it.”
I slid my hand down to his waist. “But I do mean it.”
He sighed. “Savannah, I’ve only got one condom.”
I shrugged. “There’s a whole box in the bathroom.”
His face filled with concern and surprise. “Are you serious?”
I let my chin dip in a half nod. “Yes, and I refuse to think any further on it because my hunch is they were Mom’s not Cat’s. Either way, I won’t let my mind go there.”
He brought his face closer to mine. “Are you sure? You’re not… doing this because you’re nervous or something?”
“No, Ted. You can freaking kiss, and that alone drove me wild. I can’t wait to find out what else you can do to me.”
For a fleeting second, he grinned. “Always takes two to tango, woman, and you can freaking kiss.” He focused on a point beyond my shoulder, then shifted his gaze back to me.
“Are you sure you want to do this here? That’s part of why I wanted to spend the night at the clubhouse.
Figured you’re staying in your mom’s room, and that can—”
I put my finger to his lips. “Over the past few months, I’ve added my own touches, and switching out the bed linens was at the top of the list. It’s my bed now, and it isn’t a problem.”
“Savannah…we should—”
“Ted, it’s been well over a year since I’ve had sex. Believe me when I tell you, I want this.”
A devious light hit his eyes before he smiled. “So I’m just scratching an itch?”
I pushed forward to bump my chest against his. “Far from it. The fact it’s you makes it that much better.” Before I lost my nerve, I kept hold of his hand, pushed past him, and led him to the bedroom.
He yanked off his t-shirt, sat on the edge of the bed, and took off his boots.
I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and unbuttoned my shorts.
“Don’t you make another move, Smythe.”
With my hand planted on my hip, I asked, “Why not?”
He chuckled, stood, stalked to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Because starting right now, you’re mine. All mine, and I’ve been looking forward to taking your clothes off you for a long fucking time.”
I slid my hands up his arms to his broad, tattooed shoulders. “You’ve seen me topless already, Punc.”
He shook his head. “No. My job on the floor is to watch the crowd. Besides, watching you dance is not the same as what you’re giving me right now.”
I nodded once. “That’s true. I hadn’t thought about it like that.”
His fingers at my back fiddled with my bra clasp, releasing it quickly. He stepped back while gently pulling my bra off my arms. His eyes raked over me, at the same time his lips moved - almost as though he were biting back words.
He sighed and let my bra drop to the floor. To my surprise, he sank to his knees.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a laugh.
While he watched his fingers, he unzipped my shorts. “Taking my time. Staking a claim.”
My shorts fell, and guiding his fingers under the elastic, he tugged down my thong. When he nudged my ankle, I lifted my foot. He guided my foot out a little farther so I stood with my feet more than shoulder width apart.
I looked down and the hunger in his eyes made me swallow. No one had ever looked at me that way. Like I was his entire world.
No one.
He slid his hands up my legs and stood. The moment his lips met mine, he skated his fingers along my slit. My lips parted on a gasp and his tongue delved into my mouth. With my eyes closed, I found the button to his jeans and undid them.
He backed away but kept touching me. I fidgeted and leaned toward him.
A devious grin curled his lips. “You like that.”
“No, I love that. You’re very talented with your fingers.”
With his free hand, he reached back, pulled his wallet from his jeans, and tossed it on the bed. Then he shoved his pants down, leaving him in his black boxer briefs.
Before I could reach for him, he crushed his lips to mine. I’d meant it when I said him kissing me drove me wild, but I had a new mission.
I wanted to see him. All of him.
My fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his underwear.
Punc broke the kiss and rested his forehead on mine. “Savannah.”
“Ted. Just saying, fair’s fair and I’ve been looking forward to taking your clothes off.”
His chest heaved with a deep breath, and he lifted his head.
I grinned up at him. My gaze lowered to his waist. He had a trail of coarse hair leading from his belly button down.
I lowered his underwear, careful of his straining cock.
With his underwear down to his thighs, I took hold of his cock and gave it stroke.
“Baby,” he whispered.
Most of the time in the bedroom, I wasn’t indecisive, but right then, I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do more: suck him off or guide him inside me.
I slithered down to my knees, and dragged my tongue along his thick length, then took him into my mouth. His hips jerked when I sucked at his tip.
“This is not how we’re doing this, woman,” he grumbled.
I let him go and looked up at him, loving the enticing view from this angle. The ‘v’ of his hip bones, his abs, and his inked chest. “Why not?”
“Because I want to slide my dick inside your pussy, not your mouth. Get on the bed or do I need to toss you on it?”
That would be fun.
My teeth sunk into the side of my lip. “I’ll get on it, but I reserve the right to have you toss me there later.”
He smirked at me.
I stood and moved toward the bed.
He swatted my ass when I passed by him. My spine straightened and I tossed him a look over my shoulder. His smirk turned into a full-blown smile.
God. I’d forgotten how damned handsome Punc was when he smiled… and meant it.
Punc grabbed his wallet and pulled out a condom. I situated myself on the bed, my gaze transfixed on him rolling it onto his cock.
“Shit,” he whispered, then joined me on the bed. “Thought you couldn’t get any sexier, but that hungry look on your face, baby. That’s hot as fuck.”
“I aim to please,” I murmured, then pulled him to me for a kiss.
This kiss started out gentle. He lowered his weight onto me. I spread my legs, and his hips dropped. That hunger I’d felt all morning intensified when I felt the head of his cock close to my entrance. I shoved my fingers into his hair and kept kissing him. He groaned, giving the kiss right back.