Laughing, I give his cock a last kiss before sliding off the bed to get ready for work. This morning we’re both back on schedule.
When I get a call from downstairs for a package delivery they’ll be bringing up, I assume it’s for Ethan. I’m waiting at the door as I sign for it, with thanks. Only, it’s addressed to me. Huh, I open it to find a step stool that will go perfectly with his way too freaking high bed. It’s such a sweet, thoughtful gift he had shipped in only two days. His efficiency is astonishing. Gleefully, I run to put it in his room, down at the bottom and out of the way, yet still easily gotten to.
I’m in my room getting dressed for my usual Thursday lunch date with Amelia when I get a text from her. She’s sorry to cancel at the last minute but her workload is so heavy she’ll be lucky to get out by nine. Instantly, I respond I understand, no problem. While I say I’m fine, I have to admit I’m disappointed. I look forward to our lunches together, whether we’re talking about books, the city, or Ethan.
With a sigh, I go back to cleaning, deciding to start on the windows. I’ve just finished, when my cell phone rings, it’s Ethan. “Hey, what are you doing?”
“Just finishing the windows. Trying to decide what to do for dinner.”
“So, you didn’t have lunch with Amelia?”
“No, she did the exact same thing to me she did to you. Texted me just as I was getting dressed. Same excuse, too, she was snowed under at work.”
“Great, now she’s going to be avoiding me until she needs something. How about we make it seven tonight?”
My face hurts, I’m grinning so hard. “Works for me.”
It works for the both of us for the next few days.
Chapter Twenty
The moment I’m awake, I pull her tightly against me. No alarm is a wonderful thing. I check the clock to see it’s a little after seven. Oh yeah, I’m an asshole. The first thing I think of is no fucking condoms, I can’t wait to be inside her tight pussy with nothing between us. Then I remember today is the Sunday I visit Ray. Every other Sunday, like clockwork, it would be every Sunday but the old man started yelling about me going out and having a life, until I finally gave in. Fuck, I can’t take her with me to see Ray. I’m supposed to come home like it’s no big deal I’ve been gone all day. I’d gone before she was even up the Sunday before last. I could tell her about Ray, she’d understand without a hint of complaint.
Holly stretches beside me before pressing against me. Then she just fucking rolls off me, sliding off the bed. I can’t take my eyes off her swaying ass as she walks into my bathroom. She looks back at me, “I’ve been dying to see if that bench in your bathroom will hold us both.”
I’m up off the bed following her into the shower. She leans with her back against the wall, as I set the controls on the panel. Her nipples are already hard, I barely have the water on before she grabs my thickening cock. Fuck the bench. Lifting her up, she wraps her legs around my waist. Damn, her pussy is soaking, making it easy to slide inside. I’m in heaven. This is the first time since I was fifteen I’ve fucked a woman without a condom. I never want to wear one again. Hot, wet, velvet heat gripping me tightly has me fighting not come in seconds. No stroke is deep enough, no grip on my cock is tight enough. I never want to leave her pussy again. Thank fuck as I stroke deep I’m rubbing against her clit. It takes her less than a minute to gasp out my name as her body shudders, and her pussy spasms around my cock, milking me for everything inside me.
For a long time neither of us move. Her face is buried in my neck. “Can we never use condoms again?”
I chuckle, “I was just thinking the same thing.”
Taking my time, I enjoy soaping her up and washing her. I’m a little quicker cleaning myself as I watch her dry off. She’s wrapping the towel around herself, I’m displeased she’s covering up. “I’m going to go get dressed. What do you want for breakfast?”
“Do we have any bacon?”
“Yes.”
“Eggs over medium and some bacon with toast sounds good. Wear one of those dresses, it’s nice out and we’re taking a drive out of the city for the day.” Fuck, I’m taking her with me to go see Ray. The words were out before I knew it. Now I can’t take them back.
“Whatever you say, lord and master Bishop.” Holly laughs as she walks out of the bathroom.
Ray means no suit, so I dress in jeans and a black polo. The minute I’m alone in my closet my brain clears, I can’t take her. Ray will call her my girlfriend, or tease her about something she won’t ever be, then I’ll be an asshole when I correct him. How the fuck do I tell her I’ve changed my mind now?
Walking into the kitchen, I find her in a sexy dark blue dress with a tight bodice and flared skirt ending just above her knees. Whatever I was going to say is lost at the sight of her. She’s going. Ray will understand.
It doesn’t take her long to bring her plate as well as mine over to the dining table, then she goes back for the glasses of orange juice. Before she sits down, I grab a cheek of her ass, she squeals, “Will you behave?”
“It’s your fault, knowing you’re wearing a thong has me hard almost all the damned time.” Her eggs are scrambled with toast, no bacon. I want to ask her but one thing I’ve learned is never to say anything about what a woman eats.
“Where are we going? Is Ricky driving us?”
“No, I’ll be driving us.” Apprehension is clear on her face. “Don’t look so scared. I make the trip every other weekend. We’re going to Naperville, to visit my uncle, Ray. Remember the uncle I told you about, the one who paid for my educatio
n? He’s the uncle. He practiced in Chicago and is the reason I settled here. Unfortunately, a few years ago he developed Parkinson’s. At first, I got him a nurse so he could stay in his condo. But he grew to hate the noise of the city. Naperville is a nice, quiet suburb outside of the city, it’s only about thirty miles away. I head out after breakfast, we chat, play cards, he kicks my ass, then we play chess and he lets me win. We’ll talk about cases, as he warns me against spending too much time in the office. Then we go out for lunch. When I bring him back he tells me to go home.”
“How lucky am I? Spending the day with two handsome men.” Her smile is wide as she sips her juice.
That’s it, no jumping for joy, acting as if she wants to hold my hand. No discussion about if I’m her boyfriend now. She’s perfect.