Chapter 15 #2
I stop when I come face to face with Mitch. He has a bag from my favorite diner in his hands and a smile on his face. My body heats, my belly flutters, and a pool of moisture settles in the seat of my panties.
“Oh, Ella, girl, you have a problem.”
Mitch places my car keys on the sofa table by the door.
“I hope I got here before you ate? I thought you’d still be asleep when I got back.”
I can barely look at him without envisioning what he did to me last night.
It’s hard to wrap my mind around the fact that the man who fucked me so good is the same man I’ve known for over half my life.
I could have been getting that good dick from the start had I just spoken up sooner.
Hell, I could have bypassed Andrew’s ass altogether.
Never in all the years of Andrew and I being together has he eaten my pussy with such passion as Mitch.
Just thinking about it has me folding my arms over my chest and looking down at my feet.
“I woke up not too long ago and I haven’t eaten yet.” I push my hair behind my ear.
When I look back up, his smile is gone. Across his handsome face is concern. His brows are pinched, and his gaze is narrowed. Even this look has my nipples hardening and that fluttery feeling going haywire.
“Why are you hiding from me?”
Shutting my eyes, I take a deep breath. “I don’t know how to act around you now.” I admit the words as if they were painful.
The rustle of plastic has me reopening my eyes. Mitch places the bag of food down on the table with the keys.
“Come here,” he demands in that deep voice that drives me crazy.
My legs are moving toward him before I can even think straight enough to tell them to move. I stop in front of him. Mitch places a hand on my hip, dragging my body into his. With a hand on my chin, he pinches it and lifts my head up toward him. His lips find mine.
I become putty in his hands, my body melting into his as his tongue swipes into my mouth, deepening the kiss. I swear this man kisses like he’s poisoned and the anecdote is hiding somewhere in my mouth. When he pulls away from my lips, I have to take in a deep breath of air.
“How are you feeling this morning?” His dark blue eyes gaze down at my face.
I read between the lines. He’s not asking about my physical well-being. He’s concerned about my mental state.
I look down at the floor. However, his finger on my chin has me staring back into his eyes. He doesn’t want me shying away from this.
Licking my lips, I find my answer. “Happy. Last night was.... better than I could have ever imagined.”
His grin grows on his face.
“I feel the same way. I don’t regret last night.”
“But....?” I say, filling in what I assume is coming next.
He shakes his head. “There is no but, El.”
My gaze narrows. Of course, there is a but. I try to pull away, but his grip on my hip tightens, prohibiting me from moving.
“Come on, Mitch. You just slept with your best friend’s ex-wife. I know there has to be some regret. If this gets out, you and Andrew will never recover.”
Mitch shrugs and then chuckles. “You think I give a fuck about that? I know you’ve never asked me to take a side in the divorce, but I hope it has been obvious that I chose you, Ella. My friendship with Drew has already been ruined.”
“What about the boys? This will be hard to explain. No matter what, we will be judged, and people will think that we started this affair before the divorce.” No matter how we deny it, Andrew would probably not believe that this had just started.
Suddenly an alarming thought comes to my mind.
“Oh goodness, what if he tries to take the boys from me? I won’t be able to survive that.
” My panic rears its ugly head. By the time I get the last sentence out, my chest is heaving as if I’ve just sprinted a mile.
Mitch places his hands on my shoulders and lowers his upper half to get eye to eye with me.
“Breathe, baby.”
I follow his directions, sucking in deep breaths and slowly letting them out. Finally, my heart rate seems to return to normal.
“Better?” he asks, eyeing me cautiously.
I nod instead of responding. Mitch stands back up straight.
“I’m going to be honest with you, El. I’m a very selfish son of a bitch. I hardly ever think about or care what others think of me. Shit, I’m too damn old for it. But I understand everyone isn’t built like me. If you want to keep this thing between us quiet for now, then I’m on your terms.”
“Wait.” I hold up a hand between us. “You actually want to continue seeing me?”
His face scrunches up as if I had just asked a dumb question.
“Are you kidding me? Hell yeah, I want to continue this. You can’t let a man experience heaven and then shut the doors in his face.”
A chuckle slips from my lips. Look, don’t get me wrong, I wanted to continue this too, but from the letter he left, I kind of thought he was up in the air about the ordeal.
“As I said,” he goes on to explain. “We are on your time. I’m not trying to pressure you. We can do this however you want. As long as you don’t take this away from me.”
His hand moves down to my waist, and he drags me back up against him. The bulge that presses against my belly makes my mouth water. Even my lower lips grow wetter.
“Okay,” I say hesitantly.
The girls are right. I deserve to be a little selfish. In reality, this thing with Mitch can’t really go anywhere, and I’ll eventually have to find a real partner. But in the meantime, I can indulge in the pleasure he brings me.
He drops a kiss on my lips that makes my toes curl. I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth before moving down to my neck. I shut my eyes as he sucks the thin flesh into his mouth.
“What time do the boys come home?” the question is muffled against my skin.
I whimper when his hand moves down my backside and between my legs. His long fingers rubbed at the thin fabric of the shorts I’m wearing, causing the seat of my panties and shorts to rub against my pussy.
“About 5 or 6.” I answer, my voice is husky with desire.
Mitch shoves the fabric of my clothes aside before delving his finger into my center. I should be embarrassed at how wet I am for him. I widened my legs so he could have better access.
Mitch kisses back up from my neck to my lips all while fucking me with his fingers. He plants a kiss on the tip of my nose before removing his fingers and stepping back.
I pout, not understanding why he stopped.
“Eat.”
“The food can wait.” I know I sounded desperate, but damn, it’s been almost two years of no sex. I have a lot to make up for.
Mitch chuckles. “I promise, I got you. But you need to fuel your body, El. We have seven to eight hours to burn before the boys return. And baby, once I slide back into heaven, I’m not coming back out until we hear the car pull into the driveway.”
Immediately, my panties become drenched.
Warning bells ring in my head. They say, ‘Ella, you’re in trouble, girl.
’ This will not end well. Even with that warning, I still don’t turn back.
I reach around Mitch and grab the takeout bag off the table.
I’m about to scarf this food down so that I can enjoy every second of those hours.