Chapter 16 #3
She lifts her shoulders and drops them. “At first, I realized I needed a job. I had a baby at home and a husband in law school. We needed money, and I didn’t have time to nurture a business.
So I took my business degree and started applying for jobs.
Being a medical receptionist put food on the table and kept the lights on.
” She looks down as she drags the toe of her shoe through the woodchips beneath us.
“When Andrew finally graduated and got hired on at Walter, Payton, and Walter, we were better financially, but it was still too much of a risk."
“Yeah, but we both know after about three years, Andrew was making more than enough money for you to quit your job and open your bakery.”
She sighs before looking up at me. “He didn’t think it was a smart investment. Even though I had some money left over from my grandmother’s life insurance, it wasn’t enough to open a business. I would have needed his help financially to get it started, but he wasn’t on board.”
“He wouldn’t invest in your dreams?”
She shrugs. “No. I mean, the boys were still young and, you know, they needed me more. So I understood. After a while, the dream just died. But I’m happy now. I get to make my cakes for people, and I get paid for it. I guess that's as close to a bakery as I’m going to get.”
There was so much I wanted to say on this topic. I didn’t like that she was giving up on a dream. I didn’t like that she was settling for a version of what she truly wanted. However, I wouldn’t bring those things up now. I was putting a pin in this conversation.
Suddenly, a loud crack echoed through the night, and the sky lit up.
“Oh, shit,” I shout.
We both jumped up from the swings. As soon as we do, the sky opens up and icy rain pelts down on us.
“Ahhh,” Ella screamed, holding her hands over her head.
I grabbed her hand, and we ran to the truck. Even though it’s pouring, I open her door for her and let her in first before going around to the driver's side and climbing in. As soon as I shut the door, I turn to her. We both burst out laughing. I lean my head back against the headrest.
“I had no idea it was supposed to rain today.”
Shaking my head, I say. “Me neither.”
“My hair is soaked. My roots are going to swell.” She laughs.
I reach into my back seat and grab my gym bag off the seat.
Inside is a white towel I used to stay dry at the gym.
It’s clean, so I hand it to her. Ella wipes at her face, drying the rain.
She then runs it over her hair. My shirt is soaked through, so I pull it up over my head and toss it into the back.
I then pull another one out of my gym bag.
Before I slip it on, I look over and find Ella staring at my chest, her mouth open and the towel that was supposed to be soaking up water, forgotten in her hand.
“You see something you want, El?”
Her face flushes and she quickly tuns and looks out the window.
“Sorry,” she mumbles.
Reaching over the seat, I pinch her chin and bring her attention back to me.
“I didn’t ask you for an apology. I asked you a question.”
Her tongue peeks out and rolls over her lower lip.
I squeeze her cheeks before she can stick her tongue back in her mouth.
Bringing her face closer, I lean over the fold-down console and suck her tongue before stuffing mine in her mouth.
Her whimpers drive me crazy. Sticking my fingers into the hair at her nape, I pull her head back and deepen the kiss.
Her hands pressed against my bare chest, sends a fire through my veins.
Finally pulling away so that she can catch her breath, I go back to my side of the truck.
My sex drive can be a lot. While I was married, Valerie couldn’t even walk by me without me bending her ass over and fucking her.
Ella isn’t used to that. I’m trying not to overwhelm her.
If it were up to me, I’d fuck her all day, every day.
Because I had a lot of time to make up for.
Leaning my head back against the headrest, I shut my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart so I can drive us home.
Her soft touch on my lower stomach has my eyes springing open.
She’s leaning over the console. Her gaze is on me.
There is caution and desire shining back at me.
When her nimble fingers move to the belt buckle of my jeans, my fucking breath catches in my chest.
“What are you doing?”
She stops and looks down before glancing back at me. “I want to suck your dick.”
My cock nearly leaps out of my jeans and smacks her in the face; it jumps so hard. I have to slow my heart rate, or I might die before I get to experience Ella’s lips wrapped around me.
With my hands fisted at my sides, I dip my chin, giving her permission to continue.
She fumbles with my belt for a second. I have to fight to keep from doing the shit for her.
The faster I can pull my dick out and get it to her mouth the better, but I remain as calm as possible.
Part of me is scared that if I move too soon, this will all fade and I’ll wake up to realize it was just a dream all along.
Finally, she gets my jeans open. Her small hands shoved down the waist of my boxers to wrap around my length. I opened my legs wider to give her better access. She pulls me out, and it stands up completely straight.
I watch her lick her lips before lowering her head.
My stomach muscles tightened in anticipation.
The moment her hot, wet mouth wraps around my cock in a tight suction, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
She slurps as she goes up and down on my length.
My toes curl into a damn near fist in my boots.
She adds a hand to the action, rotating her grip up and down counterclockwise to her mouth.
The suction of her mouth tightens, and my mouth opens on a silent groan.
What the fuck!?! I don’t know if I want to praise her for her skills or ask her how the hell she got so good. If Drew taught her this, he needs a fucking award and a beating for giving this shit up.
When the dribble of her saliva drops to my balls, she makes a gagging sound. I grab the back of her head and pull her off me. My breathing is labored, and my chest rises and falls rapidly. I stare at her as if she’s a magical being.
She wipes at the slob on her chin. “Everything alright?”
How the hell do you tell a woman—who doesn’t believe you two will end up together—that if she kept sucking me the way she was, I’d be driving her ass to Vegas tonight to get married?
Without responding, I shove the center console up, allowing her space to slide over to me.
“Come ride me,” I demand without giving her time to think about it.
I grab the waistband of her scrubs and push them down. It’s a bit awkward, but we successfully got her out of her pants and underwear. The moment the bottoms are on the floor of my truck, I pull her over to me. She straddles my lap, facing me. I slide my seat back further, allowing her room.
It takes her a moment to settle on top of me. But when she does, she reaches behind herself, grabs my cock and holds it up. She looks over her shoulder before lining herself up with my head. Before she can slide down onto my length, I stop her.
“Eyes on me, El. I want to watch your face as you take me.”
Her brown eyes lock onto mine, and her bottom lip slips between her teeth. The heat from her center sears the head of my dick. Slowly, she lowers herself onto me. Every slow inch feels like heaven. Her mouth opens and her eyes narrow as she takes more and more of me.
“I can’t go any lower,” she whimpers.
I still had a few inches of dick outside of her tightness.
With my hands on her hips, I push up, seating myself in her depths.
She tosses one hand up into the roof of the truck, the other is planted on the driver’s window, and her head falls back.
She’s so fucking wet the movement caused a sloshing sound.
I smack my palm against her bare ass. “Come on, baby. Fuck me.” I encourage her.
She places both hands on my shoulders as she gently rolls her hips forward and then back.
Her rhythm is slow, but I can tell she’s loving it.
Her mewls of pleasure tell me all I need to know.
I lay my head back and let her work. Staring at her face as she finds her enjoyment from me is all I needed to see.
I wasn’t in a rush. I didn’t have to chase my release; this was all about her.
“God, you feel so good,” she cries out as she continues to rock on top of me.
Tugging her head, I brought her lips down to mine, kissing her deeply.
My mouth completely overtakes hers. Pulling back, I reach for the hem of her shirt and yank it up over her head.
Next is her bra. I quickly unhook the back clasp and slide the material down her arms before tossing it to the side.
Ella stops moving on top of me. Her body went rigid. I noticed the change immediately. When her arms drop from my shoulders to cover her tits, my gaze narrows.
“What are you doing?”
She looks away briefly. “Just a heads-up, my boobs don’t sit up."
I take a moment to take in her face. Her insecurities are shining through her brown eyes like a lighthouse amid a fog.
This is the first time I’ve seen her naked.
I was so damn desperate to have her that first night, I didn’t even undress her.
Not even the next day before the boys came.
We never fully undressed. I didn't think about it then, but now looking back I realize she never took her top off. I want to kick myself for the misstep.
"After breastfeeding two boys—”
Holding up my hand, I cut off her words. “Why are you explaining your body to me?”
Her mouth opened and then closed. Grabbing her hands, I pull them away from her breasts. I take my time taking in the way they look. I admire the stretch marks and the way her erect nipples point down. My tongue runs over my lower lip.