Accidental Love (Accidental Hook-Up 1)

I nodded. “It seems that we’ll be getting help soon. I told him to go for it.” Celia nodded, and something flashed through her eyes for a moment. She was scared but putting on a strong front for me. “I am keeping an eye on things and setting some hard boundaries.”

“I know that,” she replied as she tightened her ponytail.

“I know I was supposed to get home earlier. I owe you a long walk on the beach, but tomorrow is Friday. We can do something over the weekend.” I offered as she smiled, leaning her face towards mine for a kiss.

“That sounds great. Brin is going to be at her boyfriend’s place, so we’ll be alone, unless you want to invite someone.” She yawned as I watched her, realizing that I didn’t have a lot of friends. There were the guys I hung out with in school and still did sometimes, but I hadn’t had a friend like Ian since I left Seattle. I’d never have that again.

I convinced her to shut down for the night and watch a movie with me. I was going to be up in a few hours and needed to hold her. I knew that she ate dinner, and we ordered take out at the office. We took a quick shower together and then crawled under the covers as I found something on cable. We didn’t pay attention as our mouths met in a long kiss. There were times I could not stay away from this woman and tonight was one of them. I kissed her hungrily, and she rolled onto me, pressing her naked body against mine as my cock hardened painfully. Celia moved her mouth over my jaw, nipping at me as she rubbed her slick pussy over me, making me crazy. She tugged at my neck with her teeth and I pushed her up, so I could be inside of her.

I plunged inside of her as she moaned softly, her face pressed against my chest. I held her hips and pushed up, feeling her rock with me as we both searched for our release that only we could give. This was perfect for me, for us. I never wanted to be inside of anyone else and I jerked harder as I edged closer.

When I came, I closed my eyes and let my body feel it everywhere. Celia groaned, and I felt her teeth as she joined me, flooding me with her heat. I let my mind fast forward to a day when we were settled, and I was doing this with no barriers. I shivered at the thought since I hadn’t considered kids with anybody before this. I held her as the waves kept going, feeling how hot and damp her skin was.

“Nothing has ever felt like this. It never will again,” I whispered as she pressed her body against mine.

“I know,” she whispered as she traced my side slowly with one hand. We fell asleep close together, and I groaned aloud when the alarm filled the room. Shutting it off so Celia would keep sleeping, I took a long breath. I wanted to stay here with her all day and make her mine all over again.

I had to work and rolled out of bed to move towards the shower. It was Friday and I was going to think about somewhere to take her this weekend. We needed to relax and just be us again. It felt like that never happened now that I was working, and she was writing so much. I tried to reason with myself that hiring Amy would resolve some of those issues.

I dressed quietly once I was dried off. I walked into the kitchen to see Mom drinking coffee with a book, kissing her hair as I walked by. I hadn’t told her anything about Amy and Ian, just that I decided to move home. I didn’t want to repeat it all, but Mom saw right through me most of the time. She called me out when things were bothering me and drew it out of me.

“Remy, is everything okay?” She asked with just a glance at me. I rolled my eyes as I poured my coffee.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Just some things going on at work, but we can talk about that later.” I assured her as I flashed her a smile.

“Celia is okay?” She pressed, and I nodded. She was, just feeling uncertain about us at the moment. I’d prove my love every chance that I got.

“She’s sleeping. I’m hoping that she does that most of the day instead of writing. Try and get her out of here if you can. Lunch or shopping or something.” I suggested as her face lit up. Celia was as close to Mom as I was, and she’d talk to her in the right setting.