Page 37 of Saving Meadow

Becky waved goodbye and took off to join a group of girls on the other side of the bar, right fucking next to where Beth was standing. Her eyes followed Becky with a look of pure hate. Well, it was good to know Beth was simply a bitch of epic proportions and didn’t only have it out for Meadow. I bet she was a lonely spiteful woman who wondered why she couldn’t get or keep a man. It was everyone else’s fault she was unhappy. A woman like Beth would never look in the mirror and admit her shortcomings. It was easier to blame others.

The pager the hostess gave me when I’d checked us in for our reservation vibrated in my pocket, alerting me that our table was ready. Just in time. The last thing I wanted was Beth’s presence throwing a wet blanket over Meadow’s happiness.

“Come on, Red. Let’s eat. The sooner we’re finished, the sooner we can get home.”

Meadow shivered just as I hoped she would. Tonight, I was going to walk my woman through the best orgasm she’s ever had. That was until I got my hands on her. Then I’d see to it personally that tonight’s was blown out of the water.

18

I’ll call you

“You’re leaving? But…”

Nick had walked me straight into my apartment, kissed the ever-loving hell out of me until I’d lost my mind and was so turned on I was rubbing myself against his erection. I’d finally gotten a handful of it at the restaurant, and since then all I could think about was touching it without the fabric stopping me from skin-on-skin contact.

“I want you to do me a favor,” he told me, pulling back.

“Uh-huh.”

“It takes me twenty minutes to get home,” he informed me of something I already knew. “I want you to take a shower, slip into bed, and wait for me to call. Can you do that for me?”

I was confused why he’d want me to take a shower, but the hopeful way he looked at me had me agreeing.

“Um. Yeah.”

“Good. Twenty minutes. I’ll call you as soon as I walk in.”

With a too-short kiss, he was out the door, leaving me standing with my forehead against the cool wood wondering what he was planning.

I rushed through a shower, grabbed PJ’s, and hopped into bed. The wait was excruciating – longest twenty minutes of my life.

When my phone finally rang, I fell out of bed reaching for it; I was so excited.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Red. Did you do as I asked?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Are you in bed?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Wearing?” I didn’t understand the question. Did he want to know what color my panties were or if I was wearing PJs?

“Yeah, babe. Wearing. There’s no right or wrong answer. I just need to know where to start,” he chuckled.

“Start?”

What the hell was he talking about?

“Meadow. Answer my question. After your shower what did you put on before you got into bed?”

“Oh, my PJs. A t-shirt and shorts,” I finally answered, still unsure what my choice of clothing had to do with anything.

“Are you wearing a bra?”