A few rings later, and Marlie’s voice greets me, “Hey honey.” The name she used for me in the voicemail with her sweet tone.
“Sweetheart, just had a chance to listen to your message. I needed it more than I knew. You feel like having late night company in the form of Tim and myself?”
“Really? I thought you were slammed with work?” Marlie answers my question with a question.
“I’ve got some time to spare, even going to head in late tomorrow morning so I don’t have to wake you up so early.”
“Then yes, you don’t ever have to ask. You and Tim are always welcome here.” The happiness in her words is all I need to hear.
“Alright, I shouldn’t be too long. I’m just going to grab a shower and Tim. You sure you’ll still be awake?” I know today was her first day back at work. Part of her was dreading it; the other part was excited to get started on new creations.
“Yep, I’m not even ready for bed yet. But, Tanner?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” I hear the rustle of her movements as if she’s walking around her house.
“Don’t take too long, and be safe.”
“I’m driving like the wind. Keep warm for me, yeah?” I give her a hint of what’s to come tonight.
“I will. See you soon,” she replies.
“Soon, Marlie, so fucking soon.” We hang up after that. My sole focus is on driving then getting to my woman’s house and taking care of both our needs.
CHAPTER TWENTY
marlie
I’m sitting on the couch in a nightgown and a long flowy robe. When Tanner called, I was already in for the night, had my shower, a glass of wine, and relaxation. Honestly, I didn’t expect to receive a phone call from him this late at night, or that he’d want to come over. That’s probably why I’m pacing my floors. Not in nervousness; nope, that is definitely not the reason. I’m bouncing on my feet with nothing but excitement about the way he responded to my voicemail. And when I hear his truck door close, I’m opening my front door, anxiously awaiting Tanner and Tim.
“Christ, I never stood a chance, sweetheart.” Those are the words I’m greeted with from Tanner.
“Maybe I didn’t want you to.” He’s in the house in two steps, Tim wagging his tail right along with him. His arms wrap around my middle, and he somehow manages to untie my robe, leaving me in the silk and lace slip of a nightgown, the heat of his hands searing my skin through it.
“Door.” I barely get the word out as Tanner plunders my mouth, his tongue twirling with mine, one of my legs trying to find leverage on his waist.
“Got it. Tim, stay,” he groans, somehow managing to shut and lock the door. How he can do that while not leaving me and working my mouth with his, I have no idea. All I know is I like it, a freaking lot.
“Off,” I grumble, pulling up Tanner’s shirt.
“I knew you’d be just as greedy for me as I am for you. But our first time isn’t happening against the wall. I want you laid out to have my way with you. The second round, we’ll do it your way.” He pulls back. I had no idea that we somehow managed to move against a wall, much like the other day when he had his hand down my pants, kissing me, swallowing my moan as I came apart.
“Bedroom, then. Fast.” I move to grab at Tanner’s hand to guide him to my bedroom. He doesn’t let that happen. Instead, I’m up in his arms, my legs wrapping around his firm waist, my arms going slack to let the robe I’m wearing fall to the floor, and our mouths landing on one another’s. The taste of his gum mingles with the flavor of my wine. It’s a heady sensation, and it’s as if Tanner has an acute sense of direction as he walks down the small hallway, not hesitating to walk through the doorway of my bedroom. Of course, the clue that it’s the bedroom and not my make-shift at-home office would be that I left the door open to said room, and you could have guessed it, a bomb went off, and I’ve only been back to work today. I can’t help it. Once I’m in the zone, everything else falls to the wayside and things get thrown. So many times I’ve stepped on a needle that was carelessly put away, nicked my own hands with shears because I was in a hurry. The list goes on and on.
“Marlie, I want your pussy on my face. I got a taste, but not from the source, so slide up, sweetheart. All the way up.” Tanner is sitting on the foot of my bed, my legs spread open, his hands on the outside of my legs as he rocks my world with his blunt forwardness, but I’d be a coward to say it didn’t turn me on. It’s also the reason why I lean up on my knees, gathering my nightgown with the tips of my fingers.