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“You,” I pant. “Only you.” I close my eyes as my pussy comes all over his fingers.
“That’s right, Sweetheart, only me,” he says, moving in and out so fast that I have to bite down on my bottom lip or I’ll fucking scream. That’s how good this is. By the time he lets me go, I swear I’m panting as if I just finished an hour of spin class. He slides his fingers out of me, bringing his hand up. “Taste yourself on me.” He rubs his wet fingers that were just inside me on my lower lip. “Taste how good you taste.” I take his fingers between my teeth before sucking them both into my mouth. I suck his fingers like I would suck his cock, my tongue twirling over them until there is nothing left. “Not fair,” he says before he takes his fingers out of my mouth and kisses me, sucking my tongue into his mouth. “You are going to be on my tongue all night long.” I try to focus on his words, but my eyes are on his lips. “When you look down the bar tonight and see me licking my lips, it’ll be me licking your taste off my lips.” He moves my panties back in place before pulling my pants back up and buttoning them. I tuck my shirt back in. “Don’t make plans tomorrow,” he tells me. “I’m taking you out.”
“Is that so?” I retort. “I’ll agree to that under one condition.” He looks at me while my hand comes up to cup his cock, which is harder than ever, rubbing my palm over it up and down. “Come home with me tonight.”
16
GABRIEL
“Okay.” I walk down the stairs, putting my shirt on. “You have one hour, and I’ll be back to get you.” I look in the kitchen and find it empty. “Sweetheart,” I call her by the nickname I gave her and can’t stop using.
“I’m right here.” She comes around the corner from the living room. “I like to look out the window when I have my coffee in the morning.” She’s wearing a robe she slipped on after sitting on my face right before I showered. Her hair is piled on her head as she holds her cup of coffee in both hands.
“You going to be ready in thirty minutes?” I wait for her to walk to me, wrapping my arm around her waist.
“That depends.” She looks up at me, and I bend to kiss her lips. When she walked into the bar last night, I wanted to do two things. I wanted to shut down the bar and toss everyone else out, and then when I saw my cousin flirting with her, I almost throat punched him. What I did do was drag her to my office and finger-fuck her, then she spent the rest of the night sitting on the stool right where I was working. We ended the night with her moaning my name over and over again, and I have to say, it was one of the best days I’ve had in a long, long time.
“What does it depend on?”
“Well, are you taking me out to a black-tie dinner?” She tries to hide the fact she wants to burst out laughing. “Or are you taking me to ride a horse?”
“No to the first one”—I shake my head—“and maybe to the second one, but that might be later.”
“Okay, I need to know what to wear.” She gets on her tippy-toes and kisses my neck before whispering, “And do I need to wear panties or just toss those to the side?”
My fingers dig into her hips. “Colson will be with us.” Her eyes go big. “So it’s a good idea to put those panties on.”
She steps out of my arms, avoiding looking at me while walking back into the kitchen and putting her mug in the sink. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” she finally says, turning to look at me.
“And why is that?” I try not to be offended that she doesn’t want to meet my son.
“It’s just…” She tries to think of the words.
“It’s just that all we are is fuck buddies,” I fill it in for her, ignoring the way those words feel like bile in my mouth. “Trust me, we both know that this isn’t going to go anywhere.” My neck feels like someone took an iron rod and branded me. “You are here for two weeks.”
“I am, and then I’m going to leave,” she confirms. “So it’s silly to introduce me to your son. Which, even if I wasn’t leaving, would be nuts since I’ve known you for three days.”
“But you’re family,” I point out, “so you’ll be there for Sunday barbecue, and you’ll be there for the Christmas Eve celebration.” Her eyes look shocked. “You can’t think that you’ll be in town and my uncle, grandparents, and cousins would leave you by yourself.” I shake my head. “There is no way in hell.” She doesn’t even try to argue with me because she knows it’s true. “I’m going to get Colson, and then we will swing by and get you. All he is going to know is that you are a family friend, and we leave it at that.” She stands there looking at me, thinking about how to turn me down. “You have thirty minutes.” I don’t give her a chance to change her mind or come up with another excuse. Grabbing my jacket from the floor, where it fell when we were frantic to get each other naked, I put it on. “Be good, Sweetheart.” I look at her standing there watching. I wink at her before I walk out of the door, going to my truck, and pulling out my phone at the same time. I dial Patricia, who answers after one ring. “Hey,” I say, “just got in the truck.”
“He’s ready on the couch,” she replies.
“Be there soon.” I hang up the phone and make my way over to my ex-wife’s house. Patricia and I met in high school. She was my high school girlfriend, and we were madly in love with each other. Fast-forward, we married at twenty and had Colson right away, but we grew into two different people. We grew apart, and in order not to end up hating each other and making each other miserable, we did the most responsible thing as adults—we split up. Colson was two at the time, so he didn’t even notice. Now we split him half and half, one week on, one week off, but if he wants to come to my house when it’s Patricia’s week, he comes, and when he wants to go to her house when it’s my week, he goes. We’ve never used him as a weapon against each other.
I pull up to the house my parents gave us when we got married. A house that she paid me for when we got divorced. A house she now has a family in, including two other children with another man, a decent man. He’s a deputy and works with my grandfather. The whole front of the house is decorated for Christmas, and the front door opens as soon as I open my truck door. “Dad!” Colson shouts, running down the stairs wearing jeans and a T-shirt with his jacket on. “I’m ready.”
“Hey, kiddo,” I say, hugging him and kissing the top of his head. “Where is your bag?”
“I’m going to come back here tomorrow after school. Finny,” he says of his little brother, “has his Christmas play.”
“Okay, let me go and talk to your mom,” I tell him, and he nods as I walk up the three steps and knock on the door before it’s opened.
“Hey, sorry,” Patricia says, holding on to her one-year-old in her arms. “I was feeding Meri,” she says of her daughter, “and your son just skyrocketed out of the house.” I smile at her. “I just wanted to remind you that we are taking off on Christmas Day.” I nod. “If it’s still okay, we are going to go stay with Eric’s parents.”
“Sounds good. I’ll get him Christmas Eve, and we can do gifts Christmas morning, then I’ll drop him off.”
“That works.” She smiles at me. “Have fun today.”
“We will,” I assure her, turning and walking down the steps and heading back to the truck where Colson sits in the back, his seat belt already on.
