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He took a few steps to the right. Good thing the mail came at noon. “Who says you aren’t invited? You are to come with me.”
“Wait, who said that?” I placed the folder filled with printouts on the coffee table in front of our new used sofa. We’d managed to outfit the whole house, just about, on what I’d found in Ginerva’s attic. I’d even brought all the steamer trunks along with me, for one day I would find time to return to dream number one.
“Arturo,” he replied, moving up the stairs, dirty clothes in hand, his fine ass on display.
“Arturo said I was to come?” I asked, chasing after him and trailing behind, enjoying the view immensely as he made his way into the only bathroom in the house. His clothes were dropped into the blue hamper, a bin just for his work clothes, which sat next to a green hamper for all other dirty items. “But the office girls said that management never goes to the worker parties.” He tossed me a look and then cranked on the water. The old pipes clattered loudly before a jet of hot water exploded out of the showerhead. “Sorry, the women in the office said—”
“They were wrong,” he stated, pulled the soft blue curtain back, and stepped into the narrow shower stall.
“But Lowell said so too,” I argued, then wondered why I was arguing. “
“Lowell is wrong.” He closed the curtain in my face.
“Lowell is never wrong. Just ask him,” I replied and got a hearty chuckle from the other side of the curtain. “So I can really go?”
“Yes, Arlo, you can really go. Now get dressing.”
He was so bossy. But to be fair, he knew me rather well. I darted off to scour my wardrobe. An hour later, I was finally ready to depart. Donvino was sitting on the sofa listening to Måneskin as he read a rowing magazine. He was now searching for a new scull.
“So, how do I look?” I asked as I pirouetted around the room, getting a bark of appreciation from Earnest, who was always honest, ergo his name. I’d pulled on a formfitting vest of darkest sienna shot through with silver threads, a short-sleeved pimento green shirt, yellow shorts, and a pair of leather sandals. My hair was gelled, my scruff trimmed, and my eyebrows neat and evenly plucked.
“You look beautiful,” he replied, also quite earnestly, and rose, tossing his magazine aside to pull me into his arms and kiss me under my left ear. My dick liked that a lot. “Maybe we skip the party?”
“Mm, do not tempt me. I would love to go to the party, though…”
He sighed against my throat. “Then we will go. But when we get home, we go to bed and I will fuck you just the way you like it.”
Damn, now I was wavering, but I pushed the lust aside. Just for a few hours. That would make our joining that much sweeter.
“Later it is, then. Let’s go!” I grabbed his wrist and tugged him to the front door. “You guard the house, Ernie,” I told the terrier.
He seemed content to do that, so off we went, using my car instead of his bike so not to crush my perfect hair. I felt bubbly inside knowing that the people who I was doing my best for, the workers of mill 20, liked me. Yes, that’s probably not a goal for a manager, and my father would have a conniption fit about it, but so what. If he was so worried about my being friendly with the workers, then maybe he should have come to help me through the past two months instead of sending Lowell. Was I tiffy and hurt about that? Yes, yes, I was. Should I tell him? Yes, yes, I should. But we had reached this rather nice place now where we talked about the business like equals. I hated to muck that up being petulant about not getting Daddy time.
“I love you,” I whispered to Donvino as we pulled up to the small but festively decorated home of our union representative and his family.
“I love you too,” he replied, stealing a shy, sweet kiss.
The sounds of revelry and bouncy Italian dance music flowed from Arturo’s home into the open windows of my car.
“This is going to be one of the best nights ever,” I whispered over his sensual lips.
“All the nights are best nights when we are together.”
“Okay, that sweetness right there cements you getting fucked later tonight,” I teased, stole another taste of his lips, and darted out of the car to release my party animal.
***
Earnest met us at the door, wagging his tail and yipping in that excited terrier way. We let him out to piddle, my hands all over Donvino as we stood in the dark front yard while Ernie sniffed ten thousand places before choosing a scraggly bush to lift his leg.
Somehow, we made it back inside, my clothes halfway off before we were even on the stairs. Donvino got antsy waiting for me to find my shirt on the floor, so he hoisted me over his shoulder in a fireman carry and carted me up the steps. I squealed in delight, my hands slapping his fine backside until I was dropped on the bed like a sack of spuds.
“Now we fuck,” he growled low like a panther as he peeled me out of my shorts. I kicked at the material balled around my ankles, my blood fizzy with champagne and good times. The party had been so much fun. Everyone there had been warm and friendly. We talked very little business, but I did promise to sit down with Arturo and a few of his chosen reps to discuss things in-depth now that the harvest was completed. “God you are divine,” he said as I wiggled upward to the pillows like a slinky cat, then rolled to my belly. “Spread yourself for me.”
I heard him in the box of goodies we kept beside the bed. The click of the lube cap made my dick leak. No condoms now. We’d both been tested and had been monogamous since we’d met, so we’d ditched them as soon as the results had come back clear a month ago.
I lifted my hips, grabbed my cheeks, and pulled them wide. His fingers found my hole, teasing the furled edges with slippery fingers. I bit down on the coverlet when he slid two thick digits into me, stretching me open as he massaged my lower back with his left hand. He found the spot, made me yelp, and then replaced his fingers with that magnificent cock of his.
“Don’t dilly dally,” I huffed into the bedding, twisting my head to the side for fresh air. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
