8. Indie
INDIE
NOVEMBER
Teddy and I linger around after dinner, so he can watch the football game with his father.
The aunts, uncles, and cousins have already left. Dawn is in the kitchen, wearing rubber gloves, deep cleaning the entire room from top to bottom. Stephanie is napping in the sitting room, and I’m helping Ellie up the stairs to her bedroom.
She was coughing a little more, but brushed off any offers of medicine, just told me she wanted rest. She didn’t even say much as I eased her down to the bed, pulled her slippers off, and took the pins out of her hair.
She just kept smiling at me, and then she was out before I even pulled the covers over her.
“Sweet dreams, Ellie,” I whisper, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.
Movement from the doorway catches my attention, and I briefly worry that it’s Dawn.
No, just Teddy, gazing at me with pure love in his eyes. I hold my finger up to my mouth but return his smile, flicking off the lamp before tiptoeing out of the room.
Teddy takes my hand and guides me down the hallway toward his childhood bedroom. I glance over my shoulder, feeling like we’ll be scolded if we’re found out.
Snickering, he pulls me into his room and clicks the door shut as I look around the room. It’s not the first time I’ve seen it—I got a quick peek last year when Teddy gave me the house tour—but it’s the first time I’ve been inside.
Teddy said his mom kept it exactly the same since he moved out for college—blue walls and a blue bedspread. Posters of the Chicago Bears and Cubs players on the walls.
I turn around and go still when I see Teddy right behind me, a soft smile on his face.
He leans in, and I lift my chin to meet him halfway. His lips are so soft, and he tastes like gluten-free apple pie—he won’t even kiss me if he’s eaten something with gluten in it. Always so careful with me.
“Hi, honey,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Hey, Teddy bear,” I reply, my voice husky.
His grin widens, but his eyes burn as he cradles my face and kisses me. Hard and deep, his tongue tangling with mine. I nibble his lips in that way that makes him growl, smiling when I hear it rumbling from his chest.
My Teddy bear.
Corny, I know. But he loves it.
The first time I called him that, we were out at a bar with his friends for my birthday. I was half drunk on lemon drops and feeling that veil of social anxiety melt away.
He had just finished singing karaoke–a wonderful rendition of Sex on Fire, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. Even featuring hip thrusting dance moves that had me laughing hysterically and suddenly very horny.
His friends Heath and Luke, there with their own dates, catcalled us all the way to the bathroom—private, thankfully—where Teddy locked the door, flipped my dress up, and ate me out right there.
Wild.
Messy.
Crazy.
Wonderful.
“I’ve never had a girl in my room before,” Teddy's eyes drag up and down my body, before landing on my face, where they linger.
“Hmm… I’ve never had someone sneak me into their room before,” I smirk and whisper. “I feel kind of naughty.”
“Naughty, huh?” he grins, stepping closer to me.
I step backward, and he follows step for step, like we’re in a dance of our own. My back hits the wall, and Teddy raises his hands, boxing me in.
I don’t feel trapped, though I do feel hunted.
In the best way.
“Mhm,” I bite my lip as Teddy leans in, nose brushing against mine, trailing across my cheek and to my ears.
Shivers break out all across my skin, my hair stands on end.
“How naughty?”
“Very.”
Teddy lets out a low, rumbling sound, trailing his lips to mine, lingering there.
“Someone has to punish you then.”
“What kind of punishment?” I flick my tongue out and lick his lips before he moves his head away.
He grins, though he tries to adopt a scolding look. He cradles my face in his hands, his hold firm but tender.
“Fuck it,” he says, dropping the act before he slams his lips against mine.
My hands go to his hair, tangling through the strands and yanking him closer to me. Teddy’s roaming left hand trails over my hip, squeezing my ass, before he spins me around.
My back is to his chest now, and his hand tilts my chin to meet his lips again. The other squeezes my breast, before trailing down my stomach and cupping me through my jeans.
I whimper, muffled against his mouth.
“You have to be quiet, honey,” Teddy coos, kissing me sweetly. “Can you do that for me?”
I nod.
Even though I probably can’t. I’m not quiet, especially not in bed, but if Teddy’s mother were to catch us having sex in his childhood bedroom, I would probably die.
Or she would kill me.
Either way, a total nightmare scenario.
Teddy’s hand reaches under my shirt and trails up to my breast, slipping under my bra. I moan softly at the contact, Teddy tweaking my nipple. I whimper.
“Shh, baby,” he murmurs, kissing me harder, muffling the noise.
My hands reach back to tangle in his hair as he rocks against me, and I push back against him. My ass rubs against his hard cock, and I wiggle a bit, hearing him let out his own broken whimper.
“I like this punishment,” I tease.
With clumsy, frantic fingers, Teddy pulls the sweater over my head but doesn’t remove my bra, just pulls the cups down to expose my breasts to his hands.
He undoes my jeans and pulls them and my underwear down to my knees, before ripping his shirt over his head and pulling his hard, red cock out of his pants.
I reach back and grab it, stroking it a couple of times and enjoying how soft the skin is. He buries his face into my neck, groaning softly as I guide him to my wet entrance.
Not my favorite position, I like looking at Teddy’s face when we have sex, but variety is always fun, and this is the easiest position for this.
“Indie,” he moans, biting softly at my neck when I slide him inside of me.
His one hand remains on my tit, while the other holds my hip as he gently eases in and out of me. It seems we both realize where we are and that we don’t have time to savor, because his pace picks up.
I reach back and tilt his chin to me, covering his mouth with mine to muffle both of our moans.
“You feel so good,” Teddy whimpers.
I lick into his mouth. He lets go of my breast to reach down and play with my clit, rubbing just how I showed him to. Fuck, the combination of the thrill of getting caught has me heading toward my orgasm fast.
“Mm… you’re close, aren’t you?” Teddy growls. “Yeah, I can feel this perfect pussy squeezing my cock. Come for me, honey. I fucking love you so much—”
“I—love—you—” I gasp out, coming hard, Teddy’s mouth covering mine to cover the noise I’m making.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “That’s my honey.”
Once my orgasm eases, I pull off of him and pull up my jeans. He jokingly pouts for a moment before I drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth.
My juices covering his cock make me hum, some kind of strange, primal feeling rising inside of me—mine, mine, mine.
Teddy shoves a fist in his mouth to keep from bellowing.
If I’m loud in bed, Teddy is thunderous.
I love every single noise he makes—his grunts, his growls, his moans, his whimpers, and the way he’ll roar out my name like he wants everyone to know who made him come.
Maintaining eye contact with Teddy, I stroke and suck him. His balls have tightened, showing me that he’s close. If the tension on his face wasn’t any indication.
“Indie, I’m coming, honey,” he rasps.
I nod, and his entire face screws up tight and goes red as he bites hard down on his fist. His dick twitches in my mouth as I swallow, my other hand reaching up to his chest. He grabs my hand and presses kisses all over it as I clean up every drop.
Teddy reaches down, his strength never ceasing to amaze me as he scoops me clean off the floor and kisses me.
Teddy and I seem to hold the same beliefs. It’s kind of sexy to taste yourself on their lips, just as it is for me to taste myself on his cock.
Mine, mine, mine.
Teddy carries us over to the bed and sits down against the dark wood headboard, pulling me into his lap. He presses sweet kisses to my head, my cheeks, our hands tangling together as we bask in the afterglow.
I always think I’ve reached the edge of how much I can love him, and then Teddy goes and widens the universe again.
I’ve never thought I would be understood like this before, accepted as I am.
It makes me hopeful.
At work, I’m surrounded by death. By this cruel disease that eats through the body and takes pieces of the soul with it. I’m immersed in death and fear and anxiety every single day.
I was never scared of death.
Not until I met Teddy.
“I’ve definitely never done that in here before,” Teddy gasps, kissing me gently. He chuckles, “If only I could go back and tell teen Teddy—one day, you’re going to make love to your dream girl in here. He wouldn’t even believe it.”
I giggle, wiggling against him.
“Glad I could christen your childhood bedroom.”
“I think Pickles is happy about it, too,” he says, pointing to the stuffed bear sitting on the bean bag by the window. He covers my body with his hands, and I laugh as he glares at the adorable, big-eyed bear. “Hey, eyes off my girl!”
I poke his side. “You’re a goof.”
“And you love it.”
“More than anything,” I breathe.
Teddy doesn’t say anything to that. His hands go to my cheeks, thumbs swiping on the skin there, and he just looks at me. His eyes trail over every centimeter of my face, like he’s marking it in memory, before he so softly kisses me.
“You are my dream girl, Indie,” he whispers, his voice gravelly. “I’m so damn lucky.”
“Thank you for…” I trail off, a mountain of things coming to mind, but what I land on is, “for being you.”
Teddy’s eyes melt.
“Whatever happens—whether it’s Michigan, Wisconsin, New Jersey, or the damn moon,” he grins at my laugh, before sobering, his expression so tender. “Where you go, I go.”
I close my eyes, pressing a kiss to his chest.
I had believed him when he said it the first time, the fifteenth time, the twentieth time, and when we toured that house in Cape May.