35. Teddy
THIRTY-FIVE
TEDDY
I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard. Feeling Nellie lose control on my tongue is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced and the thought of experiencing even more makes my brain turn to mush. All I want to do is rip off those very wet panties and bury myself deep in her. But I manage to keep some composure as I suck on the hollow at the base of her gorgeous throat.
“Teddy,” she says in a breath.
“Yes,” I reply against her skin, unwilling to remove my lips from her. Desperate to never be parted again.
I feel her hand on my hip and then my knees buckle when she grips me through my shorts. “Fuck,” I breathe out, my hips moving into her hand unconsciously.
“Get on the ground,” she commands, pushing me back.
Who am I to argue with the woman of my dreams? I lay back between two of the garden beds and lazily watch Nellie slide off the side of one, onto her knees. I’m not going to last long. I’m shocked I didn’t go off the minute I felt her arch against my mouth .
She swings her leg over me and rests her perfect ass on my thighs while she unbuttons and then unzips my shorts. The wait is torture.
“Lift,” she commands, and I do as she says immediately. “Good boy.”
Fuck yes.
She slides my shorts off, and I get harder at the sight of her eyes widening in glee when I’m free.
Dropping my shorts to the side, I watch motionless as she moves up my body until her lips meet mine in a kiss that will be forever imprinted on my soul. She takes my bottom lip between her teeth, and my hips involuntarily leave the ground. The combination of the sting of her teeth and the glide of her core against my length stops my breathing. The little “mmm” she hums out has me ready to grab her hips and keep her right where she is.
But she has other ideas.
“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you too,” she whispers against my ear, nipping my lobe and disappearing back down my body.
She wastes no time wrapping her lips around me. My head slams back into the ground and I do my best not to fuck her mouth, letting her set the pace.
I’ve got my jaw clenched so hard I’m a bit worried I’m going to break an entire row of molars, but as she grazes her teeth against me, I accept my fate of a future with expensive dental bills. My hands find her hair, and I hold on for dear life. She moans when I pull a little, the vibration doing magical things to my body.
“Nellie,” I grind out, trying to warn her about the imminent situation. I tug a bit harder which only earns me another long moan as she doubles down on her efforts. “I’m—” I pant just as my body stiffens. I watch in awe as she stays put until the last spasm and then slides her mouth off me, capping off the fantasy by licking her lips and smiling demurely. “Fucking hell, Nellie,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself, Enviro Guy, because I’ll be wanting to do that again later too.”
A surprised laugh escapes me as my body sinks into the earth, utterly spent. “Just say the word, LG.”
As much as I’d like to carry her back to the bunkie and continue checking things off our collective wishlist, we decide that we better at least make an appearance at the barbecue. If we do that, we can spend more time alone tomorrow without someone making comments about not showing up, so we clean up quickly and head to the truck.
Nellie doesn’t argue when I get behind the wheel and she doesn’t flinch when my hand lands on her thigh. She even spreads her legs a bit when my fingers begin to wander. Now that they’re soil-free, I am desperate to sink them into her, which is exactly what ends up happening two minutes after I slam the truck into park before we even reach the road.
“You’re going to ride my fingers until you come undone, pretty girl. Then you’re going to spend the entire time at the barbecue wet, knowing it’s because of me.”
“Yes,” she gasps as she writhes in my lap, my other hand in her hair, pulling it back to expose her throat.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, LG,” I growl against her skin, holding myself off from tipping over the edge. And she is. She’s always so in control, but this version of her is chaos and desperation and it’s hot as fuck.
“I, I, I—” she chants until I force her lips to meet mine. This time she unravels on my fingers with my tongue in her mouth.
“Holy shit, Teddy.” She leans back against the steering wheel, and I slowly pull my fingers from her, bringing them to my lips. She looks at me with hooded eyes and a wicked little smile. Her tongue traces her lower lip as she watches my every move.
“I’d share, but I’m greedy,” I say before sliding my middle finger into my mouth without breaking eye contact.
“Friends, that’s all we’re ever going to be,” Nellie had said before we left. But friends don’t go down on one another in a garden or get each other off in a car. Friends are not what we were ever destined to be. The taste of her on my tongue proves that.
“We were wondering if you two were going to make it,” Midge shouts when we finally get out of the truck. The air smells like grilled chicken, and my stomach rumbles immediately.
Nellie looks from my stomach up and smiles. “I guess I didn’t satisfy your hunger,” she pouts.
I bend down as we walk, getting my mouth as close to her ear as possible. “I’ve been starving myself for twelve years, LG. It’ll take a lifetime of feeding before I’m satisfied.” I can’t help the smug grin that appears on my face when she turns red.
“Nellie!” Devon calls from where he’s sitting at a folding table holding Kevin. “I found a raccoon today, and George says he’ll teach me how to stuff it.”
“Don’t say that in front of the dog, dummy,” Devon’s little sister Catelyn hisses.
“He doesn’t know what I’m saying,” Devon shoots back. “Besides,” he says, looking down at Kevin fondly, “I’d stuff Kevin if he died. Then he’d always be with me.”
“Okay, I think that’s enough talk about stuffing things.” Midge laughs, scooping Kevin out of Devon’s lap and snapping the long line onto his collar before setting him down. “Run free, lil wiener,” she whispers loud enough to wake the dead.
“We were able to get the garden ready for planting so the kids can do that tomorrow,” I say while piling chicken and various salads onto my plate.
“Turns out Teddy and I are quite a team.” Nellie smiles across the table from me as she goes to add baked beans to her plate before seeming to think better of it. “Stop looking at me like that,” she whispers to me.
“Like what?” I ask as innocently as possible but letting her know I know exactly what she means as my gaze runs the length of her body, pausing briefly where I know she’s wet.
“Like you’ve planted anything in my garden.”
I hold my hand up in surrender. “But I haven’t planted anything…yet.” I let the T pop and watch again as she blushes.
We manage to make it through dinner with no further incidents, and when the local band starts playing, people make their way to the dirt patch dance floor. Tanner is back and asks Nellie to dance immediately, and I watch him lead her to the center of everyone like a predator watches its next meal.
“There’s no rule that says you have to wait until the song finishes before you cut in,” Midge says conspiratorially from beside me.
“If Nellie didn’t want to dance with him, she would have said no.” I shrug as though I’m fine with her choice. I am, but I also don’t like how Tanner’s hand sits low on her back, far too close to where my hands made their claim today.
“Well, if you aren’t going to step in and get your girl back from that prick, then you may as well ask me to dance,” Midge says hotly.
“Prick? He’s your son. You can’t call your son a prick.”
“Exactly, my son. So I can call him anything I like, and he is a prick. Just like his father was in the end.” I roll my eyes and lead her out to join everyone else. “That’s not entirely fair,” Midge concedes, looking over at where Tanner and Nellie are laughing. “He’s not nearly as bad as his dad.” She pauses, eyes still on her son. “But he is still a prick.”
“Noted,” I say as I spin us closer to the only person I want to be dancing with.
Nellie sees us move and stares at me. When she knows I’m not going to look away, I watch her mouth, “I’m so wet,” and good lord, I have no idea how I manage to stay on my feet as I stumble to the side and take poor Midge with me.
“Whoa there,” Tanner says, reaching for his mom. “You okay?” he asks her.
“Just fine, but I think I’d rather dance with you now, kid.” She pulls her son away and leaves Nellie and me alone.
“She’s good,” Nellie says, walking up to me and wrapping her arms around my neck.
“She really is.” I smile down at her and pull her close, letting my hands dip a little further than Tanner’s had been. Possessive but PG since we’re surrounded by kids. “How much longer do we have to stay?” I ask as we make a second turn of the space.
“I figured one of us could start yawning a lot. You know how it is when you have to share a small space with someone. Best to get ready for bed at the same time.” She winks at me.
“Ah yes, always key to a good night’s sleep.” I relish the way she blushes again and dips her head shyly. She wasn’t so shy a couple hours ago when she was ordering me to get on my back and removing my clothes. Or when she eagerly climbed into my lap in the truck. But here she is, almost bashful at the mere suggestion of things to come.
The sound of Nellie’s ringtone cuts me off, and I watch as she reaches into her back pocket and brings out her phone, “Mom” flashing across the screen. A pang of jealousy stabs at me as she holds up her finger with a smile and accepts the call.
“Hey Mom,” I hear as she walks towards the edge of the forest, one hand up against her other ear to block the noise around us.
I watch her expressions change as she speaks and then listens. Minutes of a conversation that likely won’t be remembered but will always exist. Nellie hasn’t fully admitted to me how upset she is that her parents have moved so far away, but I hear it when she tells me about an update.
I turn back to the other guests to give her some privacy and catch sight of Midge dancing with George. His hands are definitely below friend level, and the way Midge is smiling up at him has me thinking that there may be more to their morning coffees than meets the eye.
“Devon told me that they’ve been a thing for three years now.” Nellie’s voice makes me jump as she comes up next to me holding Kevin.
“Three years?” I ask, looking back at the apparent couple.
“But they like to pretend they aren’t a couple. He doesn’t get it, but it’s clearly a kink.”
“Speaking of kinks, you got a thing for dogs watching?”
She looks down at the impressionable pup in her arms and back up at me, horror-stricken. “I didn’t even think about it. We’re going to traumatize him.”
“Just go see if Devon wants to have him for a sleepover. Kids love puppies.”
“That’ll give it away,” she hisses back.
“How?”
“Devon will say, ‘Hey Grandma, can Kevin sleep over?’ and then she’ll be thinking, ‘Oh, because Teddy and Nellie are doing it.’”
“Doing it?” I laugh.
“Fucking” she mouths, and I’d be lying if I said that the word leaving her lips has me ready to say to hell with what anyone else thinks. But we’re technically here as part of her job, and I don’t want her to feel like she’s being unprofessional, despite all the things we’ve done already.
“We’ll just have to be discreet.” I take Kevin from her and start walking towards the truck. “Time to get this little guy to bed,” I call out to Midge and George as they sway slowly back and forth. “Have a good rest of your night.” I wave quickly before getting in the truck. Nellie climbs in seconds later looking nervous.
“They all know,” she says, slamming her head against the headrest.
“Even the kids?” I joke.
“Well no, probably not the kids, but the adults do and they’ll talk and then I’ll be the naughty librarian.”
“You’re not making that sound like a bad thing, LG. Besides, from my experience, you have a bit of naughty in you and you are a librarian, so you might as well own it.” I start the truck up and do my best not to peel out in a spray of gravel, even though I want everyone to know that I’m about to get laid by the naughty librarian.