33. Beth
Beth
My mind ran a hundred miles per hour, but all my body wanted was to stop and be with Johnny. Touching him. Feeling him.
On the walk back to the house, I gave Johnny a tour of all the facilities and filled him in on the plan for the business with Michael buying me out now and eventually buying my parents out in the next couple of years.
I let him know about the plan to take over Mary’s shops, and he filled me in on finally closing on the resort.
“I’m proud of you. That’s huge,” he said.
“Thanks. It was a big move but an important one. It’s time.” I nodded.
“How are your parents doing with everything?”
“Oddly…” I paused, looking over at the bright lights in their kitchen. “Really well. Surprisingly well. They almost seemed relieved.”
He hummed, acknowledging me, giving me the space he knew I needed.
“I think I built it up in my head to be a much bigger conversation than I needed it to be. Who knows? Maybe I was doing that all along.”
“I’m glad it went well for you then. You deserve it.”
I took his hand, giving him a smile before leading him up the stairs to the house. “Thanks. You ready though?”
He gave me a puzzled look, halting on the steps like a deer in the headlights. “For what?”
“To officially meet the parents. After all, you’re the one dragging me to Port St. Clair and pulling their daughter two and a half hours away.”
He laughed, not knowing if I was joking or serious.
“Come on. It’ll be fine.” I nodded.
The next couple hours, we spent around the kitchen table where I’d spent most of my childhood dinners and experienced many of the big life changes—coming to work for my parents, going through my dad’s illness, and now, the last night in the house before the move.
My dad seemed fine—more than fine, and part of me wondered if he was waiting for me to decide to move away or if he just expected it. Either way, it seemed like both of us were in a good place, and he leaned back in his chair and gave me a smile he hadn’t given me in years.
He even took Johnny out back to give him the Dale Weber Special Tour. Afterward, they stayed talking on the back porch, and my mom leaned in toward me.
“I like him,” she said, her eyes bright.
“Me too.” I beamed at her.
A couple hours later, I jumped in my car, and Johnny followed me the 1.2 miles to my little three-bedroom brick ranch.
“This seems like you,” he said.
“Yeah, not for much longer though. Movers come first thing in the morning.”
I unlocked the front door, and lining all the walls stood packed brown boxes, waiting to be moved in the morning.
Johnny looked around, going from the entry, to the kitchen, and poking his head in the bathroom.
“Your bed still intact?” he asked, his eyes darkening as he licked his lips.
“The mattress is. Just sitting on the floor though.”
“I’m not picky.” He stalked over toward me, one lip tipped up as he leaned down to grab me under my butt and lifted me up, nuzzling his scruff into my neck.
I squeaked, wrapping my legs around his waist, and he found my lips, urging them open with his tongue and sending a jolt to my core as he explored me. It felt so new and yet the comfort of being brought home at the same time. He felt good. He felt like I needed him to.
With a grunt, he pulled me tighter and started walking down the hall—me still wrapped around him—until he found my bedroom with the lone queen mattress on the floor, still with sheets on.
“Mmmm.” He nuzzled my neck again. “I can’t get enough of you. Your smell is intoxicating.”
I nipped at his chin as he laid me down in bed, and I involuntarily arched up, pushing my body into him, even when he was retreating.
The scent of the outdoors wafted around him, and it brought a sense of calm as well.
He leaned back on his heels as I laid on the bed, my legs wide but still with all my clothes on.
“You’re so beautiful. Tell me you’re mine,” he grunted.
“I’m yours.” I pushed up onto my hands, now seated, and took his lips, running my tongue along them. “And you’re mine.”
“Damn straight.” His wide grin brought out the lines around his eyes, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me.
Then, everything moved slow. It was the same and yet completely different than the last time we’d been together.
We were no longer rushed, no longer on a timeline. All I wanted to do was melt into it.
I ran my fingers along the bottom of his t-shirt, lifting it slowly and tracing every line on his stomach before running my finger along his waistband, and he groaned.
At that, he tore off the rest of his shirt and leaned into me.
His head lowered, and his tongue ran along the seam of skin between my shirt and shorts, and I could feel my underwear already flooding with wetness as he teased me.
I writhed back and forth, wanting more, wanting it faster, but he took his time.
“I’m going to enjoy every inch of you,” he said, lifting my shirt and running his tongue over the peak of my breast then flicking my nipple before a soft bite, making me arch into him.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and I felt his hardness pushing against me. I rubbed myself against him, but the more I did, the slower he went.
He was going to be the death of me.
I’d never felt like this with anyone, and I only wanted to ever feel this way with him.
He gently pushed me back on the bed, running his hands up my bare legs, before tapping on my center, still clothed in denim.
“You’re wet, baby. You want me to help?” he whispered in my ear.
I hummed back at him as he slowly glided my jean shorts down, along with my underwear, leaving me completely bare from the waist down. My shirt was pushed up, and my bra was wet from his open-mouth kisses on my breasts.
I didn’t know what I looked like, but I didn’t care. It felt too good to care.
He ran his hand over me, gently at first, then roughly as he opened me up and licked from back to front, me moaning for more as he did.
I could hear his fingers slide through my slickness, as he entered me with them.
He put his mouth exactly where I needed it. He pulled on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, and I bucked in response, feeling a jolt go through me.
“More.”
He smiled up at me and teased me more before adding another finger, working me into another plane of existence.
That combined with his tongue sent me over the edge, and I groaned, my arm laying over my eyes and pushed myself into his face and fingers.
“That’s it, baby, give me everything.”
He continued to lick, even as I came down, and I silently panted, running my hands through his hair.
After a few moments, he looked up at me, his face wet with my juices, and I pulled him up, unbuttoning and kissing his chest as I pushed down his jeans.
He took my face with both his hands, holding it.
“Take your time, baby. We have all the time in the world now.”
And as we laid in bed, him spooning me and grinding into me as he came, I knew we did, and I couldn’t wait for it.