Her Best Men

I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a package. She sat on her bed and smiled and I went and sat next to her before I handed it to her. She turned it around in her fingers while her eyes lit up with excitement.

“How long have you been carrying this around?” she asked.

“I just needed to be ready at all times,” I said. “You know, for when that moment hit.”

I shrugged and she giggled while she cocked an eyebrow at me. All I could do was study her. She didn’t even understand how beautiful she was in the afternoon sunlight of this mountaintop our parents inhabited. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair and draw her lips into mine. I wanted to slowly plunge in and out of her depths and bring her to an orgasm that both rocked her world and settled her soul.

I could tell by her face she was studying me just as intently and she shook her head just as her cheeks blushed.

Her mind was thinking just what mine was and as she turned her gaze down toward the present between her fingers, I smiled.

“Oh geez,” she said, shaking her head. “Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry for somethin’ like that,” I said. “Ever.”

I watched in anticipation as she unwrapped the gift. She was careful not to rip the paper, which was something new I’d learned about her. I didn’t know she was the type of person to preserve paper like that and I reveled in this new little fact about her. It was just another thing that drew me to her. Another thing that made me adore her more than I already did.

But the surprised look on her face ripped me from my trance and a smile spread across my face.

“Blake, where in the world did you get this?” she asked.

“A yard sale, if you can believe it,” I said.

“You found a first edition copy of Wuthering Heights at a yard sale?”

“Yep. The owner had no idea what he was gettin’ rid of.”

“Did you tell him?” she asked.

“Oh, I’m no saint, not when it comes to you,” I said.

Her cheeks flushed again but it didn’t look as if she had recoiled at my statement, which was progress from where we had been a few days ago.

Wuthering Heights was the book she’d made me read to her one summer in high school. She had friends that had read it and were telling her she needed to read it, but her parents wouldn’t let her. To this day, I still had no idea why, but she was petrified of checking it out anywhere. She didn’t want to leave any sort of trail for her parents to find that would suggest she’d gone against their wishes, so she coaxed me into getting a library card and checking it out myself. But then, she didn’t wanna take it home and it all spiraled from there. What started as a book she wanted to read but couldn’t had evolved into me reading it to her in a corner in the library every single day for an entire summer.

And it was the best hour of my day for those two and a half months.

“I’ve been savin’ it for months, honestly,” I said. “I wanted to mail it to you for your birthday but then I knew I couldn’t see your face. So I kept it for Christmas, just in case you came home. I wanted to see you open it.”

She smiled up at me before she leaned in to kiss me and my eyes closed as I braced myself for her warmth.

“Thank you,” she said, her lips traveling to my cheek.

But I moved my face at the last moment, capturing her lips with mine while we sat there on the edge of her childhood bed.

I expected her to tense and pull away. I expected her to use her father being downstairs as an excuse. Part of me even expected her to be angry and kick me out. But instead, her lips puckered back onto mine and her arms threw themselves around my neck. Sud

denly, I was being pulled on top of her, her bed creaking underneath the weight of our bodies as her legs parted for me.

My tongue found hers and they lapped together, striking a match that set a burning flame loose within my chest. My hands meandered over her body, pushing up her shirt while I massaged her clothed tits. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on and she tasted just as divine as she looked. Her hips rolled into my body, coaxing my cock awake while my lips traveled down her neck.

I kissed and I nibbled, pulling from her giggles I knew I would dream about that night.

But before I could free her nipples and taste the beauty of her skin, my fucking phone rang in my pocket.

I groaned while she panted, her hands running through my hair while my glasses began to fog. I reached into my pocket, pressing kisses against her collarbone as I tried to figure out who was calling me.

And of course, it was work.