“It became easy to make work my thing, you know? But the dissolution started to run out when I got looked over yet again for another promotion. My old dream of wanting to own a coffee shop caught up with me. For years, I saved and invested my sales bonuses to use the money to open my coffee shop one day after I retired or achieved everything I thought I should at my job.”
I snickered. “I supposed retirement came earlier than I planned.”
He peered down at me. “And the rest is history.”
“More or less. I’ve put down the deposit on my shop’s location and gotten approval for a business loan. I still haven’t opened the coffee shop yet.”
“But you will,” he stated like it was a foregone conclusion. “You’ve already proven you know how to go out and get what you want. And the passion when you talk about your love of the coffee shop you used to work at is palpable. Almost as much as your love forThe Four Agreements.”
I tossed my head back, laughing. “It’s a great book, and I am going to make you re-read it and fall in love with it,” I promised.
“If you want me to, I’ll give it another try,” he agreed, sincerity lacing his tone.
A slow song came on right then, and he pulled me into his arms. He kissed my cheek. “Thank you for putting up with the guys.”
I pulled back. “Are you kidding? They’re a fun time.”
He blinked. “I should’ve known. You can get along with anyone. They can be a little rowdy. They’ve toned it down tonight, though.”
“I bet they have.” I glanced over to see Jameson and Will both slow dancing with the two women I danced with earlier. Jameson was whispering something in the woman’s ear.
“Has he really been married twice before?”
Brutus chuckled. “Would’ve been three but she bailed on him at the last minute. He’s definitely working on finding number three.”
“My parents have been married for almost forty years,” I said out of the blue. “Sharise and Boris have been together for ten, married for seven. Nothing’s guaranteed, I guess, but if I had to bet, I believe they’ll go the distance.” I caught the wistfulness in my voice and clamped my lips shut.
For so long I’d suppressed the desire I had to marry and have a family of my own. I’d even started to accept that it might not happen for me and was trying to learn to be okay with that. However, meeting Brutus opened up that old desire. It was becoming more difficult with each passing day to keep in mind that this was just a vacation thing.
“Hey,” he said, tipping my chin up to look at him. “Let’s get the hell out of here?”
“You lead, and I’ll follow,” I replied.
He dipped low to kiss my lips, and the next thing I knew, we were out of the door.
* * *
Brutus
Tonight was different. I sensed the shift in Mia’s mood on the dance floor as she talked about her job and her family. I hated seeing her eyes dim with what I suspected were regrets. My only aim for the rest of the night was to take that dimmed look out of her eyes and replace it with pleasure.
As soon as I closed the door to her bungalow, I pressed her back against it and sank to my knees. Her pussy had quickly become my favorite meal. I could devour it morning, noon, and night.
Lifting her leg over my shoulder, I began licking her through the lace panties she wore. Her hand came down to cup the back of my head. She soon began thrusting her hips forward, hungrily seeking more.
Unable to deny her what she needed, I pushed her panties to the side and feasted on her. Her hips jerked at the first press of my tongue against her clit. But this wasn’t enough for me. Not by a long shot.
Much to Mia’s chagrin, I pulled back and rose to my feet. I barely took in her wide-eyed expression as if asking why the hell I stopped. Instead of answering, I spun her around and pressed her back to bend over the arm of the sofa. I lifted her dress over her hips and made quick work of removing her panties.
On instinct, I stuffed them into the back pocket of my jeans, before spreading her cheeks. I used my shoulders and upper body to widen her stance. With better access to her core, I continued to eat her out until we both were satisfied. Mia came apart after only a few minutes.
But one orgasm from her was never enough. Despite the fact that my cock felt like it was trying to hammer its way through my zipper, I held back. Even with the taste of her orgasm on my tongue, I continued to hunger for me. So, I took my fill again, lapping at her folds and devouring the pussy that I’d branded as mine.
“Brutus!” she cried out, her voice sounding a mix of anger, awe, and need. Her legs quaked and trembled and she came again.
Only then would I allow myself to take. I lifted Mia in my arms and made my way up the stairs to her bedroom.
She released an airy laugh when I tossed her onto the bed. “You throw me around like I weigh nothing,” she cooed, sitting up on her knees.
