Chapter 3 #2
“Well, not only do I know that there’s a bottle of wine in that welcome basket, I have something special.”
I rooted around in my suitcase and pulled out a bottle of vodka. “I can go stick it in the snow, and make sure it’s nice and icy for us.”
“You have vodka?”
“Because my parents don’t drink, and while they totally allow their kids to drink, we have to bring our own.”
“So I’m taking away your family Christmas vodka?”
“I have another bottle. Mostly because there are nine of us, plus spouses. It adds up.”
“You’re a lifesaver. Once again. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she sing-songed.
“You’re just going to have to show how appreciative you are later.”
We both paused, and I realized how sexual that sounded, but as the room began to warm, I realized I really didn’t care.
“Okay, let’s get prepared for a long night. Hopefully we can leave as soon as the storm’s up.”
“And they plow the roads,” I mumbled.
She winced, but didn’t say anything, but she did go straight for the wine.
A few hours later, we were glad that we also had enough water to drown out the amount of alcohol in our systems. The box lunches had been fantastic, as well as the cheese board that could nearly rival a decent basic Montgomery charcuterie board.
“It wasn’t that David and I hated each other, it was that we didn’t like each other in the end.”
“So that’s why you two got divorced? You just didn’t like each other?”
“No, we got divorced because he liked our neighbor’s vagina more than mine.”
I coughed on my vodka soda and set down my glass.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nope. I thought we were doing just fine, trying for children, and when that didn’t work out, he tried with others. Go me.”
“Do you need me to kill him? I mean if I can’t, I have siblings. And I know the Montgomerys would help.”
Her lips twitched. “Oddly you just saying that helps. But don’t worry. He’s already divorced from her, and working on his third wife. Still no children, but it turns out he didn’t want any.”
I winced. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m really over it. He’s an asshole, but he’s not part of my life. Much to the chagrin of my parents.”
“Did they like him?”
“They loved him. And they loved that I wasn’t alone.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think they realize that there’s a difference between being alone and being lonely.
Yes, I tend to hermit, but that’s because I work from home.
I like being comfortable. And I go out with people sometimes.
” She paused as my lips twitched. “Okay I go out with you. To the point that my neighbor thought we were dating.”
I blinked. “Oh?”
“Yes, because you constantly pick me up, so we don’t have to drive my beater of a car.”
“You can afford a better car.”
“I know. I’m just cheap. And I like that car. I bought it with my own money that I made from narrating books. Not from anything having to do with David.”
“That’s good then.”
“I think so. And it’s sad to say goodbye, but it’s time. However, I’m not lonely. And technically I’m not alone. You’re here.”
“How much have you had to drink if you’re already thinking about that,” I asked softly.
“Not enough,” she mumbled. “What about you. I know you were married.”
I shrugged, looking down at my nearly empty glass. “Nothing too exciting. We got married young, and I thought we liked each other, and then we didn’t. I don’t think she liked that I’m a blue-collar worker. She wanted to travel, to see the world, and do it while in suites, rather than on a budget.”
“Are you kidding me? Having someone that knows how to take care of a house is one of the main things I’m looking for in a man.”
“Oh really?” I asked with a laugh.
“Yes. Because I hate home maintenance.”
“So you would just marry someone for what, the size of their hammer? Not their bank account?”
Our gazes met and we burst out laughing.
And when I leaned forward, that’s when I realized that both of us were practically knee-to-knee on the couch. The warmth of her seeped into my body, and I swallowed hard.
My breath quickened, our noses practically brushing, and when her tongue darted out to lick her lips, I was lost.
“Tell me no. Just tell me no.”
“I don’t want to tell you no.”
And then my mouth was on hers. Somehow, we set down the glasses, and I cupped her face, needing her taste.
This wasn’t like last time, not a quick graze of lips and then jumping away from each other. This was hot and needy, and all I wanted to do was explore her mouth, and then the rest of her. Her hands went around my body, sliding up my shirt so her nails dug into my skin, and I moaned into her.
“That’s it, dig in,” I growled.
“Please tell me you brought a condom.”
I blinked and grinned. “Just call me a Boy Scout. Always prepared.”
She snorted but then pressed her lips against mine once again.
We spent far too long and yet not enough kissing, exploring each other, learning each other’s tastes.
And when my cock threatened to burst out of my jeans, I lifted her up by the waist and carried her the short distance to the bed.
She let out a gasp, and I kept moving, tugging on her jeans.
“You’re going to have to work on your shirt, because I don’t think I can wait that long.”
“Impatient. I like it.”
And then we were moving quickly, and her jeans were off in one corner, her panties in another. I tore off my shirt, shoved down my pants, and then both of us were finally naked, and I went to my knees.
I pulled her to the edge of the bed, grabbing her by her hips before I wrapped my arms around her thighs, and finally had my first taste.
“Cullen!”
“You taste like fucking honey,” I growled against her pussy before I took another taste, and then another. I licked at her clit before sliding one finger in between her soft folds.
“You’re swollen for me. Look how wet you are. Is this all for me?”
She went up to her elbows and looked down between us, not a shy glance in sight.
“Of course you do that to me, Cullen. Just like I know that erection that looks so painful is for me.”
“Damn straight.”
There was a difference between having sex in your twenties and then when you were nearly forty. Because you knew what you were doing. You could take your time, slowly figure out exactly what the other person needed, craved.
I lapped at her cunt, loving the way she practically shot off the bed as I found her g-spot, and curled my fingers, knowing she was finally going to come.
When she arched off the bed, her hands on her breasts and her pussy clamping around my fingers, I just grinned.
Then I licked her off my lips and reached in my bag for a condom.
It wasn’t as if I had known this would happen, but a man always likes to be prepared.
I tore the foil and slid the condom down my length as she watched, her gaze wide.
“Posy, I can stop.”
“If you don’t get inside me right now, I’m going to first, make myself come, and then scream.”
“Okay, understood.”
And then I stood up, took her by the hips, and shoved into her with one thrust.
We both froze, her cunt taut, tight, and all mine, and I swallowed hard.
“I’m going to have to start playing football stats or something, because I cannot come in two strokes.”
“I think you can handle more.” And then she reached up for me, so I lowered down, taking her mouth.
I slid out slowly, inch by inch, before I rocked my way back inside her.
She met me thrust for thrust, both of us taking in one another with each gasp. When I moved, shifting so I was on my back and she was finally riding me, I had my hands on her breasts, pinching at her nipples as she threw her head back and rode me like Goddess Divine.
I moved one hand down, flicking my thumb over her clit, and when she came, I grit my teeth, telling myself I could not come yet.
No, I needed to let her come one more time.
Dazed, I pulled her into my arms, so we lay on our sides, her breasts to my front, and I slid back into her, lifting her leg up over my hips.
And with that, so close I could feel every breath, every touch, I rocked in and out of her, slowly at first, and then harder, faster, until we were both panting each other’s names.
And finally, finally she came once more, and I followed, moaning her name and taking her mouth as everything happened, and then went blurry.
Because this was the perfect moment in time.
And I had to hope it wasn’t the last.