Chapter Twenty-Eight
~DEX~
Ileave Amelia in my bed. Her long blonde hair is a beautiful contrast to my sheets. Last night was amazing. I’ve been with my share of woman, but I meant what I said to her last night. It was incredible and I would gladly stay in bed all day with her, worshipping her body over and over again.
But I have other plans for her today. I want to show her I’ve been paying attention to the things that she likes while I’ve been living with her.
I want to cook her breakfast and take her shopping for some new books.
I noticed that she has a smaller collection, and room on her shelves.
I decide that that means she needs some new ones.
Hell, maybe I can read her one of those romance novels and we can act out the scenes later.
I know they’re spicy. She hasn’t said it, but she has a shirt that says, “I dust my shelves, but my books are still filthy.” That tells me that she enjoys a spicy romance book.
I know a little about that because my sisters read those kind of romance novels.
I’ve bought them a few for Christmases and birthdays.
I want to make sure that Amelia has a full supply and has me around for inspiration.
One look in the fridge tells me that making her breakfast is not going to work. We’re a little low on groceries. I make a mental note to go shopping later today or tomorrow. I close the fridge and walk back into the bedroom, where I see she’s stirring.
“Hey, pretty girl. How was your night?” I ask her, though I think I know the answer already.
She grins and rolls lazily onto her side, so that her hair spills across her chest and covers her breasts. “I’m doing just fine this morning. How are you, football?”
I chuckle. I love her playful personality.
“Just fine.” I make my way over to the bed and sit down beside her, placing my hand on her hip and giving it a squeeze.
“What are you hungry for this morning? I thought about making you breakfast, but we need some things from the store in order to do that, so I thought we could go out.”
She nods. “Yeah, I noticed that yesterday morning.” She sighs. “There’s a cafe not far that has the most amazing chocolate croissants, if you’re hungry for them.”
“There’s one thing I would really like to eat,” I tell her wagging my eyebrows at her, which causes her to giggle. “But I want whatever you want, peach.”
“We can do that later,” she tells me. “I want real food first.”
I smack her on the ass and say, “Well then, lazy girl, get your fine ass out of bed.”
She cries out and laughs at me again. “Keep on smacking me like that, and we won’t be leaving this bed.”
“That offer is so very tempting.” I lean down and gently kiss her. “But I have some plans for you today that I think you’ll rather enjoy.”
“I like that sound of that.”
“I thought you might,” I say winking at her.
It takes a bit with all the lingering touches and longing glances, but we are both dressed comfortably and out of the apartment. I’m driving us to the breakfast spot that she picked.
Amelia orders a chocolate croissant, fruit cup and a caramel protein latte.
“That sounds amazing, I’ll have the same, expect please make mine a black coffee,” I tell the barista as she takes our orders.
“You really are a serial killer,” Amelia says as she stands by my side.
I look over at her and flash her a lazy smile before asking, “Why would you say that? Other than my namesake.”
She grins, “Who in their right mind wants a black coffee? How can you not have any syrups or creamer in it? At least put some sugar in it.” She shakes her head. “That’s insanity.”
“No, what’s insanity is that you put some much shit in yours that you can’t even taste it,” I tease her.
“That’s the whole point. I want the caffeine fix, and for it to taste good,” she replies.
“I see.” I pay, grab the number marker from the counter and help her navigate to an open table. “I’ll take your word for it. But I’m going to stick with my black coffee.”
“You can keep it.” She winks at me.
I lean across the table and quickly give her a chaste kiss. “I sure will. And I think I’ll keep you too if that’s alright with you.”
Her cheeks flush and her grin widens. “I would like that.”
“Good.” I can’t get over how fast and hard I’ve fallen for this woman. It’s like she was made for me. I don’t think I was ever this sprung on Elise or any other woman that I dated. But the short, spunky blonde that is sitting across from me right now is all I’ve ever wanted.
It almost makes me want to call up my mother and sisters and tell them all about it. But I know they wouldn’t want to hear from me right now. They would probably ask if I planned on treating her better than Elise. The answer would be a resounding yes, but I’m not sure that they would believe me.
Our number is called not long after we order, and I head up to the counter to collect everything. I carry the tray back to her, and I immediately smell the sweet chocolatey croissants. She was right, these do look amazing. I imagine they taste even better.
I rejoin Amelia and begin handing out the food and our beverages. Amelia takes a bite of the croissant immediately and moans.
“Oh my god, this is heaven,” she says, moaning again.
I grin at her. “I’m glad you like it.”
“You have got to take a bite of this; it’s going to change your life.”
I rip a corner of the pastry and place it in my mouth. “You’re right, these are incredible.”
Amelia is busy taking another bite. The gooeyness of the chocolate slides out and covers her chin. Before she can wipe it away, I lean forward and swipe it from her chin. I hold my melted chocolate covered finger out and say, “Here.”
She leans in, taking a hold of my hand to steady it and deep throats my finger. She slides her mouth back to lick the tip of it. I groan, watching the display.
“We can’t have sex in public,” she teases me as she dabs at the corners of her mouth with a napkin.
“Then you better stop doing things like that or I’m bending you over this table and taking you right here. People be damned.”
I see her eyes widen with desire. She swallows not once but twice before she speaks. “That sounds like it would be worth being banned from this place.”
“Don’t tempt me, peach. I’m a man of my word and I will do it.”
“Good to know,” she replies with a wink.
We manage to make it through the rest of breakfast without causing an indecent scene. And she’s right, that’s one of the best breakfasts I’ve had since coming to Tampa. Mostly because I got to watch her seductively eat her fruit from across the table.
She doesn’t know it yet but she’s going to pay for that later.
“Where are we going?” she asks me, when we’re back in the car and heading out onto the highway.
I peek over at her and chuckle. “Do you not like surprises?”
“It’s not that, I wanna know where we’re going,” she says from the passenger seat.
I sigh and consider keeping her in the dark but decide to let her in on my plans for the day. “I thought we could go to the bookstore and get you some new books.”
“Really? What makes you think that I need more books?” she asks me playfully.
“I thought you might appreciate some new reading material to help you pass the time while you’re recovering. And I thought we could maybe act out some of those scenes that you’re reading.”
“And how do you know that there are scenes that we can act out?”
I reach over and see that her shorts have ridden up bit, so I squeeze her bare thigh.
“Because I recognize some of the titles of those books and I know what kind of romance novels you are reading. I am all for it, just so you know. So, consider this trip me encouraging you to read so that we can both enjoy the books.”
“And how do you recognize the titles?” she asks.
I can feel her eyes on me. I glance over at her and wink.
“Believe it or not, I buy those types of books for my sisters for special occasions. They like to try to make me uncomfortable by making me buy spicy romance for them. Truth be told, I don’t really care what they read and if that’s what they want for Christmas, fine.
Just don’t read them to me, is my rule.”
“You’re such a good brother,” she says, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek.
I grin and push the accelerator harder as we speed towards the bookstore. I don’t bother to tell her that my sisters wouldn’t agree with her.
I spend two delightful hours following her around the bookstore.
I love how her face lights up as she picks up each book and reads the back of it.
She’s even getting better on the crutches, moving around like a pro.
I carry the basket and adding books to it as we move along.
Amelia tries to protest and tell me she only needs one or two.
But each time her eyes light up as she picks up a book, I wait until she sets it down before adding it the basket.
It’s so much more fun than the shopping trips that Elise used to take me on. Cheaper too. Elise also frequented the high-end shops, looking for the latest designer bags and clothes, that went unworn most of the time.
Once we’re back in the car, she tell me, “I can’t believe you bought me twelve books. That was way too many.”
“You will read all of them and I couldn’t say no to you. Especially after how cute you looked reading the back of each one,” I explain to her.
“But I never asked for them, remember? I said that the book looked good.”
“Fuck it. You’re worth it,” I tell her.
“Mind if I take the aux?” she asks me, pulling her phone out of her crossbody bag.
“Whatever you want, peach,” I reply, handing her a cord so that she can plug directly in.
“Thanks,” she replies, clicking around on her phone. “When I drive I don’t like to listen to music. I like audio books. Is that alright with you?”
“Bring it,” I tell her as we head home.
Amelia hits play and from what I can tell, it’s a hockey romance. I listen as we drive along. It gets to one of those scenes and I see Amelia shift slightly in her seat.
“Do you need some help, peach?” I ask her.
Her head snaps in my direction. “What do you mean?”
“You’re squirming quite a bit over there.” I look over at her and grin. “I can help you out.”
I tap the stock on my Tesla and let the car begin the self-driving feature. My hand comes across the console and rubs at her inner thigh, gently pushing her legs apart. They come apart easily for me.
“What are you doing?” Her voice comes out breathy.
I grin and keep on rubbing small circles on her inner thigh, before I walk my hand back slowly to her core. I put a little bit of pressure on her core and feel her lean into my fingers.
I glance over and see her head leaning back in her set; eyes are closed with her lips parted slightly.
I pull her thong to the side and caress her slick folds. She’s warm, wet and so ready for me. I’d rather fuck that sweet pussy with my cock, but in this moment, my fingers will have to do. I slowly insert one and hear her breath hitch.
The moans of the heroine in the story are starting to pick up, so I pick up the pace of my fingers. I have her squirming as I insert another finger and then another. She moans loudly along with the audio book, so I pump in and out of her at quick pace.
Her one hand flies to down the handle of the car door and grabs it tightly. She’s close. I grin and begin to pump in and out of her faster and faster.
“Fuck,” she moans, as her head rolls slowly to the side.
The Tesla picks that moment to yell at me for not having my eyes on the road.
My hand comes to a stop inside of her. I have to do all of this now by feel, so that I don’t have to disengage the autopilot and stop.
I begin to slowly circle her clit with my fingers still inside of her.
She moans again and again. I make my circles more vigorous as I move.
Her breathing picks up and then it hitches.
I feel her pussy clamp down on my fingers.
I slow to a stop and steal a glance in her direction.
Her head is rolled slightly to the side, watching me out of the slits of her eyes. I wink at her before turning my eyes back to the road as she rides out her high. When her body stills, I pull my fingers from her pussy and lick them clean.
“You taste like honey, peach,” I tell her, taking a moment to smell the scent of sex in the car. “Smell like it too.”
She giggles from beside me. “I don’t think I’ll ever think of road trip the same way again. Maybe we should make this a ritual when we travel.”
I steal another glance her way and grin. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that one bit.”
And I wouldn’t. This relationship is taking off fast. Faster than I thought it would, given that my marriage just ended. But I don’t care, I’m leaning into it because nothing has ever felt this good.