18. Paige
Chapter 18
Paige
“ W hat iiiiis this one called?” Bran picks up a random antique from the shelf and turns it over in his hand. It looks like an old doorknob with a rotating wheel on the end of it.
“That is a multi-positional wax seal,” I tell him, taking the tool from his hand. I turn the wheel so that he can get a better look at each round disk attached. “These are all the different wax seals someone could have chosen to use after writing their correspondence.”
“Ah,” Bran says with an understanding nod. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a multi-positional wax seal before.”
“And maybe you’ll never see one again,” I say with a shrug. “But now you can scratch that off your antique bingo card.”
Bran laughs. “Yes. Right next to the free space.”
I giggle with him and return to my work putting together the back-to-school display window for the rest of the summer. I found an old wooden desk and knew I had a rusty ink pot and feather pen in the collection somewhere so I added that as well.
“And what about this? Looks like some kind of grinder.”
“That’s exactly what is. It’s a coffee grinder. You pour your coffee beans into that jar.” I point to the mason jar attached to a wooden slab. “And then you grind it by turning that handle there and it comes out into the little glass cup.”
“I take it you would attach it to the wall, right? Doesn’t look like something you could just keep on a counter somewhere.”
“Precisely. My parents actually still have one in their home. They love grinding fresh coffee.”
I watch as he turns it over, checking out all the aspects of how it works. “Hmm. Could look cool in my kitchen. Then I could get some fresh beans from The Whippoorwill.”
“Yes you absolutely could.”
“I’ll think about it,” he says, laying the coffee grinder down on the shelf where he picked it up before reaching for something new to ponder over.
“What the hell is a…” Bran leans over to read what it says on the box. “A French tickler?”
I laugh aloud knowing exactly what he has in his hand. “You really want to know what that is?”
He waves it in the air. “Do I just do this with it? It’s just this glass cylinder with a tiny hand on the top.” His brows peak as he holds it over his shoulder. “Oh! Is it a type of back scratcher?”
I nearly choke on my laugh. “Nope. Not a back scratcher.”
“Is it a scratcher of anything?” He examines it again. “Because the fingers on this thing are too small to be ring holders and the tiny hand doesn’t make any sense to me for anything else.”
“Give up?”
“Yeah. Tell me.”
“It’s a French Tickler Condom mold.”
Bran cringes, turning the item in his hand. “A condom mold?”
“Yeeeep.”
“With a hand on the end?”
I laugh again. “Hey, I don’t make these things. I just sell them. There’s an old vibrator over there too you should look at.” I watch him walk over to the same shelf he was just looking at to find the antique vibrator.
“To cure hysteria…” he reads from the box with a laugh. “What the fuck?”
“That’s right. Vibrators were invented in America by some doctor who said he could cure hysteria in women.”
“Is that right?”
“Mhmm.”
“You think it still works?”
“Highly doubt it.”
“You know I could buy this thing and get her working again. Then I could cure your uh…hysteria.”
I let out a cackle and then point at him. “Okay that monstrosity is not going anywhere near my lady bits until I see you using it to get rid of your own hysteria.”
A smile breaks out over Bran’s face as he places the vibrator back on the shelf. “Maybe I could just use my tongue instead.”
“Yes. I can agree to that. Your tongue is welcome at my lady bits any time it wants.”
He looks out the window silently and then turns with a glint in his eye. “Is that a promise, Pidge?”
I hang the last piece of my display in the window with a distracted, “Of course.”
“Perfect.”
“Why do you?—”
“Whoa!” I laugh as Bran struts over and lifts me off the stool I was standing on. “What are you doing?”
“I’m hungry for lady bits and this is the perfect time for me.”
“Bran!”
“You said any time I wanted and you promised.”
“I—“ My jaw hangs open at his challenge.
A man wants to eat me out right here right now?
In the middle of the day?
I mean…why would I say no?
“Okay. I guess. Let’s see what you can do.”
Bran chuckles as he leads me to the wide checkout counter. “You stand right here, Pidge and go about your business. I’ll just be down here underneath your dress if anyone is looking for me.” He crouches beneath the front counter in the alcove where I usually stand.
“Looking for you? Why would they be?—”
“Oh, don’t look now, but Mr. Landon is on his way in.”
“WHAT?” I squeal as he drapes my dress over his head, lifts my left leg to rest on one of the shelves below, and pulls my panties to the side. “brAN! You can’t!”
“Just act natural, Pidge.”
He slides a finger through me, finding me slick with arousal, his touch causing my knee to buckle. “Oh my GOD, Bran!” I grasp the countertop in front of me. “None of this is naturallloooooo Mr. Landon,” I say with a forced smile when the little bell above the door rings and Mr. Landon walks in. “It’s so great to see you back.”
Bran separates my folds with his thumbs and licks my pussy so hard I almost lose my balance and have to lean on the counter to keep as still as possible. A tingling burst of lust headed straight to my core.
Holy shit!
“Well, I didn’t get to finish my shopping after what happened the other day, so I thought I would stop in. Winston’s not in here, is he?”
Bran wags his tongue over my clit, striking it with just enough pressure to bring the heat to my cheeks. It’s taking all my focus not to moan out loud.
Nope but his hot daddy sure as fuck is.
“Uh, no. I’m sure he’s causing mischief somewhere else though.”
“Great, then I’ll just have myself a quick look around.”
“Alright. You help yourself. I’ll be right here if you need me.”
Because Lord knows, I’m not going anywhere with Bran’s tongue attacking my greedy pussy.
He fingers me again, two fingers pressing inside me, smoothing over my G-spot while his thumb rubs circles over my clit.
“Fuck, Bran!” I whisper when Mr. Landon steps away. “Oh, my God!”
“What’s that?” Mr. Landon says with a turn.
My face, neck, and ears feeling impossibly hot. I grimace remembering that Mr. Landon has impeccable hearing. I grab the latest issue of the Nosy Pecker on the counter next to me and lift it up. “Oh, nothing. Just uh…reading the latest Nosy Pecker. Looks like some of the school kids were up to no good over at the Swallowers Rest Cemetery.”
“Oh yes.” He nods turning back to the antiques he was looking at. “I did hear mumblings of some mischief going on.”
I let out a silent breath and curl my toes as Bran continues to work me over, sliding his hand up my leg, massaging my ass, and pulling me toward him so his tongue has better access.
He reaches out to my clit with his tongue again tapping, licking, sucking and this time, I can’t help myself. I have to thrust against his face. The friction exactly what I need for what I know will be the hardest orgasm I have ever experienced.
“God yes!” I squeal. “How are you doing this?”
“Well, this isn’t very heavy,” Mr. Landon reports, holding a box of antique headphones. “But I have been working out just a little bit. Thank you for noticing.”
What?
“Oh. Right. Yes. Of course, Mr. Landon.”
He turns back around to look through the headphones and I palm my forehead, closing my eyes to focus for just a moment on how amazing Bran’s tongue feels.
“Fuuuck, Bran,” I whisper again. “You’re going to make me come.”
Since he can’t say anything, he licks faster. Sucks harder. My jaw falls open and I gasp as softly as I can, my knees bending once again as he causes me to lose control.
“I think I’ll take this whole box, please.” Mr. Landon places the box of antique headphones on the counter in front of me.
“Wow!” I shout a little too excitedly before trying to save myself. “Uh, you must have a big interest in antique headphones.”
Mr. Landon smiles. “Well, yes. Actually, I do.”
Liiiick…
Liiiick…
Liiiick…
Mother fuuuuucker.
“You might not know this about me, but I write closed captioning for the documentaries you see on the T.V.” He points to his ear. “I’ve got wonderful hearing.”
Suuuuck…
Suuuuck…
Suuuuck…
“Is that sooooooooh?” My cheeks pinken as Bran expertly works over my body.
Mr. Landon’s brow furrows but then he nods with pride in his eyes. “That’s right. Did you see that one about the Titanic? Oh, and that documentary about axolotls in their natural habitat?”
Swirl…
Swirl…
Swirl…
“YES! God! Um, I mean I’m sorry, I don’t think I have seen that one. I’ll have to look for it. I love a good axolotl documentary.”
Mr. Landon takes one of the pairs of headphones out of the box and points out a small rip in the wire. “Do you think you might be willing to make me a deal since there’s a small defect here in the wire?”
“GOD, YES!” I slap the counter in front of me, sexual satisfaction plowing right over any embarrassment I should have right now. “In fact, Mr. Landon, it’s your lucky day. You can walk out of here with that entire box for ten dollars. How does that sound?”
His brows raise and he smiles. “Wow. That really is a deal. I think I’m inclined to accept.”
“WONDERFUL! YES! PLEASE!” I shout as Bran performs what I can only hope is his grand finale under my dress because I’m about to come all over him right in front of a customer who doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave.
Mr. Landon slips a ten-dollar bill across the counter as Bran takes several flattened licks with his whole tongue and oh my God, I’m about to explode. The tease was wonderful. The buildup was exquisite but now the pressure is too much. I need to let go and it’s not going to be quiet.
“Thank you very much Mr. Landon. I appreciate your business. I’m sorry to say I’m actually closing up a little early today so…” I say in hopes he’ll get my drift.
Oh my God!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
“Oh. That’s too bad. Are you feeling ill?”
Nope. Not ill.
Just the opposite really.
“Uh actually I have to go do a special pick up for Aunt Rosie and Uncle Javan. A few new antiques for the shop.”
“Wonderful,” he says with a smile. “Well, I can’t wait to come back and see what you’ve got next.”
His tongue.
His fingers.
God, it’s too much!
I need to move.
I need to fuck his face.
I need to fucking breathe.
“Yes, you do that. I hope you have a wonderful day, Mr. Landon. And thank you again.”
Just then Bran tickles my perineum and slips his moistened finger over my asshole and my mouth falls open in the loudest squeal I think I’ve ever had in my life.
Mr. Landon turns back just as he’s outside the door but I look away and pretend I heard nothing until the door shuts behind him. The moment he’s gone I thrust against Bran’s face hard and fast.
“Oh, my God, he’s gone. He’s gone Bran.”
“Good girl. Then fuck my face. You taste fucking divine.”
I move against him, his beard scratching between my legs in all the best ways as I race toward my orgasm. With every thrust, he laps at my swollen wet pussy until I’m so far gone I can’t see straight.
“Oh! Oh! Oh my GOD! YES! Bran! YES! Fuck! I’m coming! I’m going to come! Bran! I can’t…I can’t…AAHUNGNG!!”
“That’s my girl.” I hear him say as his strong arms hold me up while my body quivers in place. I take a few extra breaths, allowing myself the moment to ride out my orgasm and then the laughter takes over and I can’t stop.
“I cannot believe you did that!” I peer down at Bran sitting on the floor looking every bit the proud lover. He fixes my panties and then pulls himself from underneath my dress, licking his lips as he smiles up at me. He sucks the fingers that were inside me into his mouth, popping them off as he pulls them back out. “Delicious.”
“You are incorrigible.”
“Insatiable is more like it. And that’s all because of you, Pidge.”
“I think I woke the beast.”
Bran looks down at the erection going on in his pants. “You did indeed wake the beast but he’s patient. He’ll get his meal tonight.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.” His smile fades and that cute vulnerable side of him that I fall in love with comes out. “That is, assuming you’re staying with me again?”
“You want me to stay with you?”
“If you’re really asking, Pidge, I’d be happy if you never spent another night alone in that house. You can stay with me. I want you in my bed.”
Aww
That might be one of the sweetest things he’s ever said.
But also, my staying with him means he’s not alone either.
“Alright. Tonight, it is.”
He steps up close to me. His hand on my hip, his thumb caressing my abdomen. “And tomorrow night?”
I smile up at him and kiss his chin. “And tomorrow night. And the night after that and the night after that.”
Until I don’t have any more nights to give you.
And then I’ll be with you in my dreams.
He kisses my lips, my scent lingering on his mouth. “Thanks for the snack, Pidge. I’ll see you later.”
“Mkay,” I murmur before he walks out of the shop and across the square. There’s a sadness in my chest as I watch him walk away.
Sad knowing I won’t be in Tuft Swallow forever.
Disappointment knowing I’ll have to leave him.
Anguish knowing he’ll be alone once again.
And utter devastation knowing a piece of my heart will shatter when I leave here. This town has grown on me. The people I’ve met. The new friends I’ve made. The vibe in this town. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I can see myself living in a place like this but I just can’t see how I could make it work without completely giving up the antique business and coming up with a new way to make a living.
So, for now, I push those thoughts from my mind and focus on the one person who makes me smile. The one person who turns my insides to mush and makes me feel all the giddy lovey-dovey feelings. The one man who can rearrange my guts better than any man I’ve ever been with in my entire life. The one man who makes me genuinely happy to be alive.
Christopher Brannon Finch.