Holly moaned at the word and immediately did as I asked. She widened her feet and bent forward. I slid my hands up her slick curves and cupped her full breasts. I tweaked them slightly and she cursed under her breath, the shower nearly drowning it out. “Damn you,” she panted. “Please…I want you. So bad.”
One hand on her tits, I reached down and stroked her with my cock. She arched her back and ground her ass back against me. A sweet thrill raced through me at her desperation and I buried myself inside her, taking her all the way to the hilt in one thrust.
Holly’s yelp turned to a low, guttural moan as I fucked her hard and fast against the shower wall. Her fingers curled into tight fists as she groaned and begged for more.
Her pussy swallowed me whole and as she moaned and panted through her own release I lost myself and came inside her. We stilled, together against the wall, the hot water still raining down on us, and heaved and sputtered, catching our breaths until we could speak again.
“Jack…” she finally said, her voice thick. “That was…so fucking good.”
I slipped from her and kissed her on the shoulder. “Make-up sex always is.”
She laughed; the sound throaty. “Make-up sex? I thought this was congratulations on the interview sex?”
I grinned and dropped my lips to her ear. “No, my love, that would be a completely different experience.”
She twisted around and smiled up at me, stars still floating in her eyes. “Well, sexy man, I’d be very interested in what that might entail…”
The next day at work, Aaron found me after doing his morning rounds with his ever-present assistant, Lana, and asked if I wanted to go get a cup of coffee. He said he wanted to talk about some new plane he was eyeballing but we both knew that wasn’t the real reason for the invitation. Or, at least, it wasn’t the only reason. Knowing Aaron, he’d slip in the shop talk at some point.
He left Nick in charge and we headed out the side door into the morning sunshine.
“You seem like you’re in a better mood,” Aaron commented, barely waiting until we were ten feet from the museum. “Dare I say you look like you got a little tail last night?”
I grimaced at him. “I’m not sure we can still call it tail when referring to our respective fiancées.”
Aaron chuckled. “Hey, I gotta hold onto some of my wild ways.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t bother arguing the point. “Holly and I had a nice night. Thank you very much.”
“I’ll just bet…” Aaron laughed. “So, no more of this breakup nonsense?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I wasn’t thinking straight when I said that.”
“Glad to hear it. ’Because I’ll tell ya, man, if I have to get dragged through all this wedding planning shit, you need to be able to commiserate.”
I laughed. “Maybe I should ask you what your hang-up is. Weren’t you and Gemma planning a summer wedding?” I gave a pointed look around. It was hard to tell in this part of California, but locals recognized it as winter.
Aaron rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “That was on me. I got tangled up with the second location and time slipped away. Gemma’s not too pissed about it. She said it just means we’ll have more cash to spend when the time does come.”
“Oh boy.”
“Tell me about it. Have you seen the price tags attached to the dresses in those glossy magazines they cart around everywhere?” He waited for my answer and I shook my head. I hadn’t been tuned into wedding plans. He scoffed. “Well, I went peeking through one of them and damn near had a heart attack. I mean, fuck! What’s the point? I’m just gonna be tearing it off her at the end of the night?”
I laughed. “She’d murder you, Player.”
He flashed a wicked grin. “Oh no, she wouldn’t.”
I laughed and we wandered down the hillside on foot to Carly’s coffee shop. It was quick, convenient, and had the best damn coffee in town. Hell, if anyone asked, I’d say in the state. Besides, Carly’s would always have a soft spot in my heart as it played an instrumental part in Holly and me getting together in the first place. I usually had a smile on my face as I walked through the doors.
Today was no exception. Aaron pulled the door open and I went inside. The memories all came back as if they’d been made days, weeks before, instead of years. Holly and I were timeless.
“Well now, look what the tide dragged in,” Carly hollered over the front case. She gave us each a knowing smile and folded her arms atop the glass. “You two look like you’ve been up to something.”