Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kim
Every box is ticked. This setting is as singular as the love being celebrated. Colter and Dominique’s backyard, with the pale pink Weeping Cherry tree, looks magical. Planted on a berm, up-lights showcase the prolific bloom. Add the romance of a starry night. That gets me every time.
If ever I was to marry again, I would want the reception to feel like this.
Dancing under a big white tent lit with hundreds of tiny lights.
And flowers, the unparalleled beauty of spring flowers.
Good food and cocktails. A DJ that plays great songs from every era.
It is elegant and comfortable at the same time.
The guests do not want the party to end. We have been charmed.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine we would be sitting with celebrities.
Sports celebrities at that. There was no assigned seating, but we got invited to be at the Swift family table.
Every Tennessean knows who they are. I rarely watch baseball but must have absorbed it by osmosis.
Hunter follows the Memphis Mavericks just as his father did.
I am impressed with the lot. There isn’t one I wouldn’t like to get to know better. People have come and gone at the table all night, visiting or leaving to dance. Lex and Holly joined early on.
I loved how the men and Lucinda talked lovingly about their shared past and included stories about Landon’s parents. Ronnie will love hearing what they have said, and mostly the memories of Victoria when she was young. Lucinda promised to send a photograph she has of the four of them.
“You two should come to Memphis for our Firefly Ball next year,” Boone says, lifting his whiskey for emphasis.
“You just missed it. Early spring is the only time they show up.”
“It’s a great night, Kim. Atticus and I, really all of us, look forward to it every year,” Charlotte says, sending a wink to her famous husband. Must be a private joke because he looks amused about something.
“You celebrate the arrival of the fireflies? I love that!”
Atticus speaks up.
“We have been accused of being an odd bunch. But everybody wants to come. There’s dinner and dancing. Then we all sit, or I should say lay, on chaises and wait and watch. While getting hammered, of course.”
Lex rises and takes Holly’s hand for a dance. “We’ll all go together next June.”
Landon’s hand finds mine. “Come on. This is our song.”
I had no idea we had a song, but this classic has always touched me. As Sinatra sings “I Have Dreamed” we find an empty spot on the floor. His arms embrace me and I feel loved. That’s the right word. Loved.
His whisper lands softly in my ear as we move around the dance floor. “What are you doing to me?”
My finger plays with the edge of his.
“I’m dancing with you,” I say.
“You’re doing a lot more than that. And I’m not talking sex.”
Looking in his eyes, the seriousness of the words offers a hope that has been hidden. Even to myself. Inch by inch, a gate in my heart opens. The no trespassing sign is in pieces on the ground.
“What are you talking?”
He doesn’t shy away from the question and looks glad I asked.
“It’s not enough to say I like you, Kim. There’s more to the story.”
“I feel it too.”
“Then say you won’t see other men. Are you?”
“No. It’s only you.”
His eyes are sparkling, I swear.
“Good. Keep it that way.”
“You too.”
“Me too.”
I lean close, nose to nose.
“No hoochie mamas at Mom's.”
“Please. Not interested in any hoochie that isn’t coming from your coochi.”
As the slow song ends, a different faster beat begins.
The opening notes make the crowd come alive.
Everyone but Landon and I, who are more than content to stay in our dream.
Never knew you could dance slow to “Happy”.
We are. He keeps a hold around my waist, resting his forehead on mine.
For a while we stay in the afterglow of our commitment.
Just a while. Then his cock reminds me to pay attention. I press against him and grin.
“Wanna get out of here?”
I don’t think it’s a question.
“I booked a room at Tru. Just on the off chance we’d be able to use it.”
“The plans have changed. Hunter let me know an hour ago he isn’t going to be home tonight.”
“And you waited to tell me? A man could die, you know.”
“Let me save you then. I’d hate to have your death on my hands.”
He is amused and lifts his chin.
“Remind me to send Hunter a thank you.”
“But why should you spend the money on a hotel room when we can just go to my house?”
“Really?”
“Really. You have enough expenses. Let’s go back to the scene of the crime and tear the place up.”
“God, I love you.”
There is a pause on both our parts. Did he just say he loved me? Or was it simply an automatic response? I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing. He is just as stunned at his own remark. That’s what that frozen look is about.
Nothing like denial to get a person past an awkward moment. Taking my hand, he leads me off the dance floor. The bride and groom are getting their groove on, but Landon interrupts to say our goodbyes.
“Hey you two, what a party! It has been great. Thank you.”
“Are you leaving already?” Dominique says, throwing her arm around her husband’s neck.
“It was the best party I have been to,” I add. “Really fantastic, you guys.”
“It’s ten o’clock, baby. Let them go play. That’s what we are going to do soon,” Colter says, checking his watch.
She kisses his cheek. “You’re right. Thank you for coming!” Then to her new husband, “Let’s say our goodbyes, too. There’s a honeymoon to start.”
There should be some sort of law, or unspoken rule, that when leaving a party, you don’t have to say goodbye to anyone other than the hosts. It took us twenty precious minutes that we could have spent in bed. Oh no. I sound like Landon.
He is influencing me. I thought it was me making a change in him. It would be funny if it didn’t make me a grump in training. I blame my sex obsessed self. Sunny self needed a break.
Landon turns into my driveway and shuts off the car. My hand goes to his cock, because like the mountain it’s there. Taking him in a solid grip, my eyes dare him to stop me.
“Mine.”
He pulls my hair back and holds tight. I cannot drop my chin. Love it. He couldn’t get me hotter.
“I can hardly wait to fuck you sore.”
I spoke too soon. I’m going to need something to wipe this seat off.
“What are you waiting for?” My challenge is accepted.
We make it out of the car without ripping our clothes off. If it wasn’t against the laws of decency we would have. Up the path. I fumble with the key and Landon slaps my ass.
“Open the damn door, woman!”
“Ow!” I laugh at the picture we make.
My pussy is on fire and I need the hose.
Once inside, we move through the living room, into the hallway.
He stops my forward movement and turns my back against the wall.
He kisses me with such passion I almost melt in a puddle at his feet.
In his eyes I see the desire rise like lava before the release.
The intangible almost has a taste and smell.
It is lust and the excitement of knowing we can satisfy it.
His hands reach for the billowing skirt of my long dress, and he bunches the fabric high. My delicate thong and bejeweled heels are on display. Dark chocolate eyes lower and take in the view.
“I’m hungry.”
My panties are removed, but the shoes stay where they are.
“Ready?”
Before I can answer, he lifts my entire body, resting my back against the wall, and puts my legs over his shoulders.
“Oh God! Don’t drop me!”
“Just enjoy it. I’m going to eat that sweet pussy.”
My ankles cross and I squeeze tight. Arms lift to the ceiling.
“That’s right, babe. Hold on.”
With hands firmly gripping each leg, he takes the first taste.
It is me who is rewarded. Yes. Yes. My hands lower to his head and take fistfuls of his thick dark hair.
My grip doesn’t stop the pleasure coming in waves as he tongues and licks.
I am not sure if this is as great for him as me.
I mean other than thinking I may fall to my death.
It is not the easiest position to hold. Landon is the best pussy eater in the history of the world.
I’ll tell him as soon as speaking is possible.
“Want to move to the bedroom?”
Opening my eyes, I see the man wants me to answer yes.
“I may have pulled something,” he says, chuckling.
I don’t want to be insensitive, but I start laughing. He thinks it is funny too and takes an exaggerated bite of my nether regions. Then he laughs, makes a painful expression and slowly returns me to earth.
“Poor baby. Where does it hurt?”
“Right here,” he says, waving his cock my way.
“Being in bed will help. I can give you some specific exercises for a stiff muscle.”
“I may have bit off more than I could chew, so to speak,” he says, leading the way.
“You are the sexiest man I have ever known. No kidding.”
He smiles and chews the inside of his cheek, in the good kind of embarrassment. He climbs on top of the soft spread and I follow.
“Be my cowgirl.”
No response is necessary. I save a horse and Landon’s back, and ride.
I wouldn’t call it a talent, but I am pretty secure in my “riding” abilities.
God, that sounds like something a narcissist would say.
But I only believe it because of past reviews.
My giant pool of past lovers came to the same conclusion.
All three of them. I outride all other cowgirls and it makes a woman feel a kind of power. It is a small vanity, I know.
Positioning myself atop his penis, I meet his lustful stare with a naughty grin.
I lift and part my lips. Then I lightly sit, with Landon’s hard cock between them.
Like a hotdog in a pussy bun. He takes to the idea and puts hands on my waist as I slide forward and back.
Happily, my natural lubrication is making it slippery.
“Oh yeah. Don’t stop.”
It is more a plea than a command.
He takes my hands in his and our fingers braid.
Now I have something to push against. I raise just a millimeter and roll my hips.
Gliding slow, up and back, up and back over the length of him.
His breathing elevates and the grip tightens.
He controls his movements to keep my rhythm.
But I have a sense it takes everything he has not to fuck me now.
Every so often I pause at the head and do a kegel. The internal squeeze makes the lips slightly pucker. I let the feeling of my pussy massaging his cock build. He is a caged animal who has fallen for the handler. Sort of a sexual Stockholm Syndrome deal.
One hand releases from mine, and he brings an index finger to his mouth, licks, and finds my clit.
It wasn’t difficult to do. It must be sticking out from the hood.
Now it is me under his control. I am the animal, he the tamer.
Putting fists behind me on the bed, I arch and lean back giving full access.
There is a callous on Landon’s right thumb, and it is used to perfection. He rubs lightly over the engorged clit, and the rough patch of skin is like a sex toy.
“Ohhhh.”
My breast feels the warmth of his hand, then the nipple reacts to the two fingers pleasing it erect. God. Oh my God.
Taking his cock in hand, he guides it home. I sit up, and angle to heaven.