Two days later and I’m back in Ami’s store. Reece took yesterday off work and we spent the day together, but today he has a meeting with his client Chase, so I took a walk and my body gravitated toward the store. I don’t know if it is because I’m missing my store, which I am of course, but I know it’s doing fine without me. Clara has been giving me progress reports, and I’ve been monitoring the sales from my laptop. She even said that Theresa came and helped her one day, and she hoped I didn’t mind, but in her words, “That woman is not one you say no to.” And I laugh, just imagining her and Clara going toe to toe. But I could tell she admired her.
Ami offers me a coffee and I accept. As I drink it, she asks me a few questions about back home and the US in general, and I tell her what I can.
“I’d like to visit it again.” She sighs wistfully. “Maybe when I retire next year, I’ll do a tour of all the places I never got to see, take some of my friends with me.”
“You’re retiring?”
“I’m getting too old for this. I should’ve retired by now, but I’m stubborn and I like it. However, I’ll be seventy next year, and I said I would make this my last year.”
“You don’t look old enough,” I say, and she gives me a kind look, like she appreciates me saying so but she’s old enough to know the truth. “What will you do with this place?”
“Sell it.” She takes a sip of her coffee. “It’s my retirement fund.”
I thank her for the drink and walk back to Reece’s house, and on the way I stop at a grocery store. I want to cook something nice for Reece when he gets home. As I walk an idea begins to form, and when I get back I call Ami, hoping she agrees.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Reece
The aromas that hit my senses as I walk in through the front door are incredible, and I follow my nose straight through to the kitchen to see Holden busy stirring something in a pan.
“I don’t know what magic you’re concocting in here, but I’m all for it.” After the day I’ve had, full of meetings with Chase and the contractors for his house renovations, a delicious meal sounds perfect.
He whirls around at the sound of my voice, a wide smile breaking out on his face.
“It’s a chicken recipe my mom taught me. I thought it w-would be a n-nice surprise for you.” His smile slips into a tiny frown before he turns back to the stove, and slipping into a stutter, which he hardly ever does with me anymore, is a clue that there’s more to this than just a nice meal.
“Is there something you need to tell me that you think has to be preceded by good food?”
He gives an emphatic nod. My skin starts to prickle and my heart beats rapidly. I force myself to breathe. There’s no point getting worked up without more information.
“Is it a bad thing?”
“No.” He starts pouring the contents of the pan into a dish while I try to bring my heart rate under control.
“But you’re still nervous about telling me?”
“A little.” He slides the dish into the oven and sets a timer.
“You can just talk to me,” I say softly.
“I know, but let me do it my way p-please?”
Okay he obviously has a plan. I’m curious of course, damnably so, but I will let him play it how he wants. But I do need a distraction.
“Do I have time for a shower?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to join me in the shower?”
“Also yes.” His eager grin goes some way to easing my tension but does nothing for my heart rate. I almost drag him up the stairs, not that I need to, and order him to get naked while I peel off my clothes. I step under the water and pull him in with me, reaching for the shower gel and squirting some into my hands. I know we don’t have much time, so I quickly lather his body while he does the same to me.
“Turn around, baby, and put your hands on the wall,” I tell him, and he does, placing his hands on the tiles. I run my hands down over his back and his ass.
“You have the most perfect ass,” I whisper as I spread his cheeks and make sure there’s plenty of soap in his crease. I run my fist up and down my cock a few times, working lather over that too. He groans a little as I lay my dick between his cheeks, working my hand furiously. He’s not prepped and soap lather isn’t the greatest substitute for lube, so I have no intention of fucking him, but having my end wedged in his crease is divine for a quick job. I reach around him and stroke his cock, feeling him push into my hand. He clenches his butt, and boy, he must have been doing squats, because the tightness squeezes my cockhead until I’m almost dizzy. And then he does what I love best, he talks.
“That feels good, darling. I want you to come all over my ass.”
