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He grabbed hold of my hips, lifted me, and then drove me back down onto him. “Tell me not to stop,” he said, his voice rough with need, his skin damp from his exertions.
My hands mindlessly went to my breasts and I pulled on my nipples, feeling my body open, get wetter for him. “Don't stop!”
He didn't. Jack drove me to the brink of another orgasm, then slowed his movements, then took me up again. This time, he reached between us and touched me. That one brush of his thumb set me off. I came again as Jack surrendered to his own pleasure.
We fell asleep,our bodies entwined, sheets tangled about us. I woke twice in the night, the first time with Jack buried deep within me, his hips moving in incredibly slow motion, my orgasm building just as slowly. The second, Jack spooned me, his front to my back. He'd lifted one of my legs on top of his and his fingers were slipping into me, around and over all the crucial spots before sliding his hard length into me from behind. We didn’t need toys or kink.
We didn't move from my bed the next day other than to go to the door to pay the pizza delivery man. Having a new kitchen was great, but there was absolutely nothing to eat in the cabinets or fridge. Since Jack's plane wasn't until after dinner, we spent the day completing only the most important tasks. Sex and more sex.
I was insatiable. I couldn't get enough of Jack, his scent, the feel of his skin, his taste, the weight of his body pinning mebeneath him. His hot mouth on mine, on other places. Having him deep within me.
Jack drove me with a need that I recognized partially as desperation. He knew he was leaving, but didn't know what he would face on his return to Florida.
Both of us clung to the time alone together, hiding from the world in my remodeled home.
Eventually, the world intruded in the form of a phone call from Goldie.
“Bring the gnome,” she said. No 'hello', not 'It's me, Goldie'.
“Tonight?” I asked, breathless. Jack was trailing his hot mouth down my back as I leaned across the bed for my cell.
“Yes. Zach wants it back, and I'll be seeing him in the morning.”
“Sure, no problem.” Goose bumps rose on my skin as he kissed, then licked one dimple, then the other, at the base of my spine.
“Don't let me keep you from your muse. Or what he's doing to you,” Goldie said with a chuckle, and then hung up.
I rolled my eyes as Jack flipped me over and smiled down at me with that little upturned corner of his mouth, desire in his eyes. I forgot all about Goldie and George the Gnome for another hour.
Eventually, grudgingly, and with a sad heart, I had to go to Goldilocks for work, and Jack soon after to the airport. He drove me in his rental car, both of us quiet on the way, and walked into the store. I tried to put his departure out of my mind, but it was impossible. It was painful to breathe, to take a step knowing he'd soon be gone. I'd once wished he'd fly away, get as far from me as possible. Boy, had I been wrong.
After only a few short days, my life had changed. Drastically. I'd put Jack Reid out of my mind as best I could for ten years,only popping up occasionally to wonder where he was, what he was doing. Or to wonder, imagine 'what if' scenarios.
What if Jack had really wanted me instead of Violet? What if he hadn't left town?
Now I knew all the answers, to every question. And it hurt. Hurt knowing I’d had him just for one night, knowing he loved me and had showed me just how much, with every brush of his hand over my body, with every look, with every whispered endearment.
The worst of it was knowing we had wasted ten years. Ten years of living without each other. And now, I didn't know when I'd see him again. We'd said our 'I love you's', but that didn't mean he was coming back, that we were more than these past few days.
He had to go. I knew it, grudgingly accepted it. Okay, not really resolved, but at least understood. Didn't mean I had to like it.
Goldie smiled at both of us from her perch behind the counter. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.” She waggled her eyebrows at us. I rolled my eyes at her in return, no doubt I had a just fucked flush to my cheeks. I looked around the room, three customers. Not bad for after a snowstorm.
“Here,” I told her, placing George the Gnome on the counter, facing him out so he could survey the store. His cheeky smile now called out to me, 'Way to go!'
I patted the ceramic garden gnome on the top of his pointy hat. “Now, I'm gnomeless.”
A customer came up to the counter. She was in her early thirties, bundled up against the weather in heavy coat, hat, and snow boots. “Can I get this wrapped?” she asked Goldie, handing over a pocket pussy.
“Sure thing. Something for your husband?” Goldie asked.
Goldie was good at making small talk. She picked up on clues from all of the customers. In this case, it was the honking large diamond on the woman’s left ring finger. Even I couldn't miss that one.
Customer smiled. “He's going on a business trip to Texas. He'll need something to relieve some of his stress while I'm not there.”
Goldie nodded her agreement. “Good choice. A pocket pussy is a great way for a man to masturbate, and it's small enough to travel with.”
The device looked like a flashlight with a silicone replica of a woman's downstairs at one end. A man could stick his erection in it and simulate having sex. Obviously, I hadn't tried it, but I guess it worked if they were moving off the shelves.
