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“I’m glad you love it.” With a quick flick of the wrist she removes the cover up. I thank her again and pay before I head out.
I can’t help stopping to look at my reflection in the store windows and thinking, I can’t wait for Russell to see it. I don’t know why I care what he will think. No, I know why and it’s because over the last couple of weeks I’ve gotten to know Russ better and I’m falling for him. He is so fun to be around. It’s only been a short time, but he sees me for who I am as a person and not because of what my family can do for him. When I talk, I know he is actually listening to me. He cares about my hopes and dreams. The man built me a freaking dark room in his backyard. Try as I might to keep my focus on getting a job, I can’t stop thinking about him and the life we could have. There’s a problem. He’s my brother’s best friend and I don’t want to come between that, but I can’t shake these feelings.
I skip up the walkway to the house. It’s after three and Russ will be awake by now. I slide the key in the lock and with a click the deadbolt opens. Russ is sitting on the couch when I step inside. I’m surprised to see him still in his sweatpants and t-shirt. He’s usually dressed for work by now. Not that I know his daily schedule. I do.
“Hi Russ,” I greet him while I slip off my shoes. He looks away from the magazine in his hands. His eyes light up when he sees me. That look hits me right in the core.
“Wow, Emily, you look beautiful.” It comes out in a husky whisper that makes me grin.
“Thank you. Maxine did my hair.” My fingers fluff my hair. “Why aren’t you dressed for work?” I try to hide the concern in my voice. Maybe he is not feeling well.
“I have the night.” Excitement flutters through me. Could I be getting a night with Russ all to myself? “I ordered a pizza and rented those movies you said you wanted to see. Thought we could have a movie night.” Yes!
“That sounds perfect. I’m going to go change into some comfy clothes.” Eep a whole night with Russell. I may die from excitement.
The Princess Bride is playing on the TV. Russell and I are cuddling on the couch. We started the night on opposite ends of the couch. As the night went on, we inched closer to each other until his arm was around me and my head resting on his chest. Russell gives the best cuddles. He smells amazing and his fingers feel so good, softly trailing up and down my arm. If he keeps it up, I might end up stripping my clothes off and begging him to touch every inch of my bare flesh. Just the thought has me squirming.
“Are you doing okay, buttercup?” Russell asks, looking over at me.
“I’m good.” My voice cracks. Get it together, Emily. “Just needed to shift a little.” Lier.
We settle back into the watching the movie. The narrator says the name buttercup in the movie and piques my interest.
“Russell, do you call me buttercup because of this movie?” I ask. He told me once that this was one of his favorite movies. If it’s true, then I love my nickname ever more.
“Partly. It’s because of the dress you wore the day I picked you up from the airport.” I’m trying to remember the dress I wore that morning. “The bright yellow color reminded me of the buttercups that grew behind my parents’ house.” That is even sweeter. I sit up to get a look at Russell. His cheeks flush and his eyes glow with desire.
“That’s very sweet, Russell.”
“You reminded me of home. Spending all this time with you, getting to know you. You feel like home, too.” His words have my heart fluttering like hummingbird wings. “I like you, Emily. I like you a lot.” He cups my cheeks in his hands and leans in, brushing his lips against mine. They are soft and his mustache tickles my upper lip. My eyes fall closed as he deepens the kiss. When our tongues meet, I get lost in the kiss. There’s so much passion and promise between us. I can’t remember the last time anyone kissed me like this. Scratch that, nobody has ever kissed me like this. I crawl into his lap, straddling his waist. Russell’s hands slip under the hem of my shirt. I gasp in our kiss when his hands find my bare breasts.
“Mmm, no bra,” he grunts while kissing me. Thumbs circling my hard little buds.
“No panties, either,” I whisper back. Russ nips my lip in response. He breaks away long enough to pull my shirt up and off my body, tossing it to the floor.
His eyes roam my bare chest. “So damn beautiful.” I watch as he licks his lips, then dips his head down and takes my pink pebble into his mouth. His other hand massages my breast. He takes his time loving on each of my breasts until he has me needy and squirming.
“Russ,” I whine.
“Don’t worry, buttercup. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
I gasp at the touch of his fingers on the inside of my thigh. They softly trail higher and higher, disappearing under the hem of my sleep shorts. He teases my wet slit with the tip of his finger. My hips rock against his hand, trying to get him where I want him most.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please, what, buttercup?” he asks, rolling my nipple between his teeth.
“Please, make me come. I need you.”
He bites my nipple, and my head falls back as the pain and the pleasure rip through me. “So pretty when you beg.” He licks my nipple, soothing the pain, then does the same thing to the other side while his thumb circles my aching clit. Russell is a dirty tease. Bringing me to the edge of bliss, then pulling me back. It is a delicious dance. Finally, he pushes two of his thick fingers inside me.
“Yes!” I cry out as he moves his fingers in and out of me, while his thumb and mouth work to build me higher and higher, until I’m screaming his name.
“Russ, yes! Don’t stop.”
“That’s it, buttercup, come all over my hand,” he urges as he adds a third finger. Hammering his fingers in and out. My orgasm takes me over, body shaking with pleasure. Russell holds me to him while his fingers pull every bit of pleasure out of me. When I finally come down, I go limp against his chest. He cradles me in his arms.
“That was incredible,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
