12. Minnie
Chapter 12
Minnie
I can hardly believe that Connor and I are making out at table twelve. I’ve been watching him since Jimmy left, stealing glances while we did the planning. I’ve noticed his big shoulders, his tattooed biceps peeking out of his sleeves, his intent and caring voice. I fixate on the memory of his cock from the weekend, and the prospect of that piece of delicious manhood that is so close right now. Thinking about it fuels my passion as we kiss. Making out is pretty special, too. But then my mind catches up. I need to know what happened this morning.
I pull back from our embrace.
“Awww, come back,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
I stroke his cheek, gently raising it. “You scared me this morning when you shouted in the café in front of all those customers. You were angry and you left so suddenly.” I stop, feeling a bit awkward that I’m chastising him.
He sighs. “Yes, I know. You must have been very upset, and I’m sorry.” He picks up my hand and kisses it.
I gain some courage as he seems sincere, and I try to elaborate. “We were so close at the beach yesterday, so I was shocked that you could flip out and get so angry at me. What was that all about?”
He puts some hair behind my ear. “Minnie, I wasn’t angry with you. And yesterday? Yesterday is what changed me. Being so close to you made me see what I want for my life, and I realized how much you mean to me. When I saw those tears in your eyes this morning, all those angry people in the line, and how Jimmy had dumped you in it again, something came over me and I had a sudden urge to protect you.”
This cave-man-hero thing is pretty cute, but he could really use some modern communication techniques to soften the impact. I scold him. “You didn’t think to tell me that?”
He looks sheepish. “Oh yeah, well, I had to act before I chickened out. Jimmy always walks all over me, and this time, I was going to stand up for myself. For you. I did actually think I was going to punch him when I found him, but I didn’t, of course.”
The look on his face is so remorseful that I’m in his arms again in an instant. I kiss the stubble on his cheeks, kiss his smile. His jaw moves. He starts kissing me deeply and I give in to him. I pull his T-shirt over his head. He’s untying the strings of my apron, putting his hands up my top.
“Connor, the way you care for me is so lovely, thank you.”
“Minnie, I love caring for you. It makes me feel like so many great things are possible for us. Together. For you and me.” He holds my face, kissing my nose.
“Oh, Connor, I feel that way too. When we are together, something amazing happens.”
“Let’s do something amazing right now, my Minnie. Are you up for it?” Cheekily, he raises his brow.
I nod. I love his spontaneous ideas, especially the naughty ones.
Connor lifts me up on the table like I weigh nothing. I sit in front of him and he looks at me with a ruthless hunger. I unhook my bra and pull the strap down my arm so the whole thing can come out my other sleeve. My breasts fall forward and he catches them under my shirt. He reaches into my skirt, helping me wriggle out of my panties, then moves one of my legs to the other side of where he’s sitting and rubs his thumb against my clit. It feels slick and hot under his touch, wet as he works it back and forth. With his mouth on one nipple, it’s not long until I’m a hot mess.
I want much more, but I’m shy to ask. “Connor, are you able to get up here? And do you have—”
“Yes, I’ve got one.”
Sliding out of the booth, he looks over his shoulder at the front window, moves a bit more out of sight, and slips out of his shorts. I groan as his huge erection bounces free. He climbs back to me, gets on the table, all sheathed up, and kisses me tenderly.
Thank goodness the table’s firmly cemented to the floor as we swap sides so he can lean against the wall and I can kneel astride him and lower myself onto his waiting cock. His hand is guiding me down and putting just the right amount of pressure on my clit. I moan as his mouth trails across a multitude of triggers on my breasts and neck. I lift up, angle him towards my core, and sink down, taking him deep, tightening myself inside to intensify the pleasure for me and for him.
He groans and opens his eyes, looking at me with so much love. “You have no idea how good that feels. Minnie, you are so tight, it’s like you are pulling me in.”
With that, I grind on him. I have to get him deeper, and I raise myself and tilt in more, faster, up and down until his groans of ecstasy push me right to the edge.
“Minnie, what are you doing to me?” he pants, his voice low.
Then I’m hit by a crashing wave of pleasure.
He sigh-grunts once, twice, and I hold him tight. I bear myself down onto him one last time, his strong arms anchoring me. I breathe out and bring my legs around him, too, resting my face into the crook of his neck. After a minute or two, I feel him kiss my head and I pull back. We smile in unison. Connor puts his cheek next to mine, cradling my head in his hand.
“I love you, Minnie,” he whispers in my ear.
“I love you too, Connor.” I sigh with pleasure. This feels so right and so good. I nestle closer.
He pulls his head back a little, but we don’t break our connection. “Minnie,” he says to me, his eyes crinkling, “you realize what we have to do now?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, smiling wider. “We have to run Jimmy’s place, plan my boot camp, and have sex at least three times a day.”
I laugh out loud now. “We sure are going to be busy,” I say. “But I’m up for it.”
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A couple weeks later, after much more fantastic sex and teamwork, Connor and I are officially head over heels—a happy and successful business couple. With Tor’s help, we’ve overhauled Jimmy’s management systems at Roasters, and there are heaps of happy customers and a new menu board featuring my smoothies. Jimmy pops in a few times a week, and he’s amazed by the takings on the till and the success of the protein shakes and smoothies. We’ve even organized a promotion at Roasters Gym where the shakes and smoothies are advertised with discounts at the reception desk—Connor set that up, he’s my hero.
The social media campaign is so successful that more than fifty people show up at the beach for Connor’s boot camp—strangers and new customers, as well as friends and previous customers. The morning is bright and sunny, and we are all down on a large patch of grass near the sand. It’s a great place to have the class, as it’s flat and big enough to set out the equipment: a selection of medicine balls, mats, weights, and jump ropes.
Connor looks a little overwhelmed when all the people turn up, so Tor joins to help him demonstrate the sequences. They set up stations so the groups of people can rotate. It goes really well, and Connor can get around to everyone and check they are doing the exercises correctly. There’s a big poster to the side with his QR code so he gets loads of follow-up interest.
The best part is seeing Jimmy and Harper there, sitting on the sand, watching. She’s cuddled under his arm and looks happy and rosy-cheeked. She seems so much better.
It takes a couple of hours for everyone to leave, and Tor and I help pack all the equipment back into the Jeep.
Connor is bursting with happiness and turns to Tor. “Thanks so much for your help today, Tor. I really couldn’t have done this without your and Minnie’s help and support.”
She pats him on the back. “It was so great to see everyone here. It was a pleasure to help your business promoting health and fitness. Anyone who wants to join in is going to benefit.”
“Can we take you out to lunch? I really want to show my thanks. Minnie and I do, don’t we, Min?”
I give her a hug. She’s amazing and we are so lucky to have her as a friend. She smiles her pretty smile but shakes her head.
“You two love birds go and enjoy the aftermath of this. Congratulations, Connor. You have a lot to celebrate. Anyway, I promised my roommate Sunny I’d help her do some shopping, so I’d better go, she’s waiting over there.” She gives a wave and turns to walk towards a little family at the rear of the parking lot.
I step away from Connor and walk with Tor a while, linking arms. “I’m so happy to see you with such a good man,” she says. “You deserve this, Minnie. Enjoy.”
I know she’s a private person, but I can’t help myself and probably say too much.
“Thank you, I’m so happy. But I want you to find someone too! I feel like there’s a great guy out there for you, please don’t give up. He’s going to find you when you least expect it. You’ve got to believe it, you’ve got to be ready.”
She doesn’t look angry, just a bit wistful. “Not everyone can find what you have but thank you for your kind thoughts.”
“Promise you won’t close the door?” I persist.
“I promise! Now you better get back to Connor, he’s waiting to celebrate his success.”
We turn and look back at Connor. She waves at him and points me back there.
“Okay, take care, Tor. And thanks again for all your help.” I blow her a quick kiss and jog back to my man.
“Do you think she’s okay?” I ask him.
He pats my shoulder. “Of course she’s okay, she’s fine. We’ll see her next week,” Connor reassures me. “And now, I want you all to myself. Let’s go for a walk up the beach, Miss Minnie.”
He reaches behind the passenger seat and pulls out his huge tote bag, and I suddenly realize it isn’t full of gym equipment. There’s a warmth in my pussy, I know what he’s got planned. He clicks the car lock, shoulders the bag, and takes my hand, leading me towards the sand. The waves are crashing and the sun is warm on our skin. His hand is in mine and, as we reach the shore, I rub my thumb against his. He squeezes back and we stop for a lingering kiss. Then we turn and walk together towards our special place, our Bedouin love nest in the deserted sand hills in the distance.