I lob the sweaty towel at his head with a growl. “That was a Wylie comment. Plus, don’t talk about her like she’s everyone else. Maggie is much more than that.”
He nods his head and puts his hands up in surrender. “I can see that now. Won’t happen again. So, are you bringing her to the wedding?”
I nod. “Yea.”
He strokes his beard that's tinged with grey hairs now thoughtfully. “Damn. Well, I’m happy for you, Clay. I think we all thought you’d never settle down.”
I cringe. Sure, I was reckless when I was much younger, unwilling and uninterested in commitment, but I hadn’t been that way in a long time. To be fair, I haven’t been around my brothers much in a while so maybe they haven’t seen the shift that’s been happening. “Thanks, I guess.”
“We’ll see you this weekend then?” he tosses over his shoulder as he moves to leave the station.
“Yep.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’m showered and dressed in just a pair of cotton sweatpants and a T-shirt, waiting for Maggie to arrive for our date at the station. When she walks in, wearing a simple cotton mini dress with her brown curls piled high and flip-flops on her feet, it feels almost surreal. Despite how effortless and casual she looks; it reminds me that my feelings are far from fake for her, and I intend on proving that to myself and everyone else around us.
“I made tacos,” she says, smiling brightly as she holds out a Tupperware container filled with three chicken tacos. “I wasn’t sure what you had in mind for tonight, but I already ate.”
“It’s been almost 48-hours without me inside of you so the tacos can wait until after you've been properly fucked,” I take the container, tuck it under my arm and head to the kitchen, her hand in tow.
She's giggling as she follows behind me. I open the fridge, toss them inside then begin opening cabinets. I fill a glass with ice cubes and swipe a bottle of extra virgin olive oil, tucking itunder my arm along with a wad of napkins. I then turn to the cabinet where we keep extra supplies, and swipe one of the spare toothbrushes.
“That’s the most random pile of supplies I’ve ever seen,” Maggie teases from the doorway. “What are you planning on making?”
“A mess of you. Now come on.”
Chapter 26 – Clay
Her cheeks flush as we head down the hallway. The staff are gathered in the main living area, watching a new movie we rented and generally exhausted from their shift last night, so I know that we’re safe and hidden in this corner of the station near the metal fireman’s pole.?
“Are you expecting a strip tease?” she asks, her hands grip the cool rod as she twirls around it gently.
“Though I’d love that, I have something more pleasurable for you in mind. Grab onto the pole, arch your back and stick your ass up.” I've missed her. There's no time for pleasantries until I'm sinking inside of her again. Her lips part slightly with a gasp, but she does as she’s told, gripping the pole and shifting her hips up and back until they are right in front of me.
My hands trail down her, pressing gently until they meet the hem line of her dress. I flip it up, finding nothing but a flimsy, black thong underneath.
“So pretty like this,” I murmur, enjoying the view of her tan lined cheeks and massaging them gently. My fingers reach around, dipping inside the front of the thong and finding her clit, swirling that hardened nub, then sliding inside of her already slick pussy.
Her hips move backward instinctively, bucking into my hand as she squirms while I fit a second inside, feeling her wetness drip down towards my wrist.
“You’re so receptive to my touch, I think I could get you to come just like this if I wanted to.”
“Yes…” she hisses, moving gently back into me.
“But I don’t want to.”
I remove my hand as she whines, then carefully unzip and remove the dress from her body until she’s in nothing but a black lacy bra and underwear. She's still gripping the pole and bent over, panting and eager.
“Damn, this is a vision. Wish you could see yourself like I do.”
She smiles and shoots a wink over her shoulder with a wide grin. I reach forward, twisting the clasp of her bra and allowing it to drop from her body. Her nipples pebble into two firm peaks sandwiched around the pole as she gasps.
I reach into the pile of supplies I’ve gathered in our corner of the station and retrieve an ice cube. I gently lift it to her back between her shoulder blades and watch as the water melts and drips slowly down her bare skin.
“Ooh… that’s cold.”
Goose bumps pebble over her skin while I watch while the droplets trickle lower, catching at the top of her crack and stopping on the fabric of her thong.
“Where is everyone?” she asks breathlessly as her grip tightens.
