He dropped down in a push-up of sorts to steal a few tender kisses before sliding off me. My ass felt the loss. With a sound of pure male satisfaction, he kneeled between my legs to watch his cum leak out of me and quickly shoved his underwear between my thighs before pushing my legs closed.
“Let me get us some washcloths,” he said, dropping a kiss to each knee before leaving the bed. The mattress shifted slightly when he left. My eyes closed as my breathing came back to normal. The twinge in my ass and legs was not unpleasant. No, it was not unpleasant at all. Now that had been a marvelous dicking. Ten stars on a range of one through five. I was still lying there like a soggy lasagna noodle when he returned. “You’ve made a mess of yourself,” he said as he sat beside me. A warm cloth landed on my belly and began to move in slow circles. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? You’re very quiet.”
“Not an ounce of hurt.” Okay, that was a small fib. There had been a little pain, yes, but that had fled quickly. “Just letting my brain reboot.”
“Ah, okay, that feeds my ego nicely.” He dabbed at some cum droplets on my shoulder and then, with infinite care, replaced his briefs with that soft, warm cloth. I sighed at the contact and opened my eyes. Looking from the ceiling to the right, I found Ollie studying me, his lips twisting up into a gentle smile. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“No, you are.”
“No, you are.”
“No,youare.”
We fell into a little back and forth before we both began laughing. Ollie rolled me up and to my side, curling up beside me and easing the dark red coverlet over us. I moved closer to him, my belly to his side, and nudged him to raise his arm over his head. Once he did that, I cuddled in tight, my cheek on his shoulder, with the long black hair of his armpit tickling my cheek. It was total perfection.
“I never want to move. Ever.” The confession was heartfelt.
“Not even for some bubbly?”
Shit. I was thirsty. “Okay, just for the bubbly.” He lay there smiling at the ceiling. “I mean, like now I could use something to drink. Hop to it, Sheriff!” I gave his dark brown nipple a tweak. He yelped before leaving the bed with a hearty sigh. A moment later, he was back, bottle of champagne popped, with two flutes of fizzy in his hands. He placed them on the nightstand, and we got resituated so we could rehydrate.
“This is good,” I said as the bubbles trickled down my dry throat. “But what if you get called out?”
He sat on the bed, his back bolstered by a dozen or so pillows, holding his flute in one hand and me in the other. I lay on my side, head resting in my hand, pillows under my arm, sipping my drink while enjoying the cocoon of bedding we were sharing.
“It’s non-alcoholic,” he answered with that calm assurance of his.
“You do think of everything, don’t you?” I rested the base of my flute on his stomach.
“It’s my job. And before you think I equate you with work, it’s also part of what makes a good lover a good lover. Being attentive, caring, and always knowing that one of you has to drive home.”
I gasped in mock outrage. “I only had a few Tom Collins.” Then I paused to think. “Okay, I had four. I don’t tend to drink much, but it’s been such a great night that I kind of let loose. ButI’m not drunk. I was fully cognizant of what just took place and entered into that with great joy.”
“I knew that. The amount of rice and crab you ate would have soaked up a vat of Tom Collins,” he teased, giving me a wink.
“Very funny. I only had…well, the rice was good, what can I say? My mother makes the best Italian rice and peas. I used to eat so much of it when I was a kid, I would get sick. Did I tell you she’s coming out to watch Dahn show his goat?”
“Mm, yeah, you did.”
“Oh right.” I emptied my flute and passed it to him to place on the nightstand. My cheek was lonely for his pectoral, so I let my head drop to where it felt right to land. “When I told Granny they were coming, I said I probably overstepped my bounds. She waved that off as always and suggested that Dahn and I come stay with you while my mom and aunt are here. Which is ludicrous.”
“Why?”
That brought my head back up. He looked from the ceiling to me. “Why not come stay with me while they’re visiting? I have the room. No sense in them staying in a hotel in the next county over.”
“Oh. I…well…Dahn is a lot at times. He’s left childhood behind to drive full fast and furious into teenagerhood.”
“He’s just a kid. Come over and stay. We’ll take a day and go to the reservation to visit my family. My father has chickens.”
“Oh, and are they different than the chickens we have at the ranch?”
“They’re white and have feathers on their feet. He’ll get a kick out of them. We’ll hang out, maybe play some baseball at the tribal community center or go fishing.”
I could only stare at him. Huge feelings were welling up inside me. I tamped them down since big feelings were what had led me into the arms of my ex, and look how that had ended up. Not thatI felt Ollie was anything like Chris, far from it. Take his invitation not only to house my son but to spend a day with the boy.
“Okay, sure, I’m sold.” I tried to sound as nonchalant as I could about it. His smile made being pretend blasé incredibly hard.
“It was the feathered feet that reeled you in, wasn’t it?”
