“Christ, Abby, I’m going to come soon,” I warn as I feel a wave going lower and about to peak in my groin.
“Do it, Lucas, I want you to come.” She looks back at me with a lazy smile and our mouths meet for a kiss. She grabs my other hand and guides it to her breast where she forces it to cup her breast. I squeeze the plump round as we continue to kiss, and I thrust into her.
Feverishly, I pick up my pace of stroking her clit which in returns makes her moans pick up in frequency.
“I’m almost there. Come for me,” she begs.
Every new word, every new breath from her is making this experience better by the second.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan as I unleash inside of her, and my body unloads energy between my legs.
She nearly coos before she tumbles into her own bliss shortly after me. After a few moments, she turns around with her hands cupping my face.
“Mmm that was good,” she mumbles as our lips meet.
I kiss her again. “This is… this is a great start to the day.” I’m struggling to breathe like a normal man, because I think I may be going blind.
Abby kisses my shoulder before lathering some soap in a loofah and circling the sponge along my arms as I come down from my orgasm, the result of all my teenage and adult fantasies combined.
Finally, I collect myself like a grown man should and wrap my arms around her waist. “That was a nice surprise.”
“Did you really think I had an innocent shower in mind?” she rebukes with an arched brow.
“You surprised me is what I mean,” I smile.
Her eyes roll to the side as she becomes nearly shy. “I surprised me.” It’s said softly, but clear enough. My guess is she didn’t do her on-the-knees performance much with her ex.
I guide her to turn, taking the sponge, and begin to rub her back. “So, what is on the agenda for today?”
“I guess I should take you back to your place for clothes after I make you breakfast.”
“Sex, sleeping in, and breakfast. You really are an angel.” I admit that I’m rather taken by her and not just by her acts but the idea that I get to do all of that with her. There is a permanent smile on me when we talk, and nothing is off the table to discuss. We know each other’s history; our family history, and we don’t need to explain everything. Simply, we get each other, and there’s fun banter between us. Every second with her is bathing in warm light, and I don’t want to stop.
14
LUCAS
I’m busy reading over blood results on my computer in my office and considering the causes for the increased white blood cell count in the patient when my phone rings.
“Hey, Clint, please tell me my house is still in one piece?” I’m a little concerned when my contractor phones. He was recommended to me by Max, but one week in and we realized the kitchen renovation was going to take longer than planned. That was four weeks ago. Then we heard the granite counters were delayed by a week for delivery. Basically, my house renovation was not going too smoothly. Luckily, my parents are snowbirds and headed to Arizona for the winter.
The voice on the other end speaks. “Hey, Lucas. No, house in one piece. Actually, I have good news. The counters arrived today, which means this time tomorrow the house is complete. We are installing the counters this afternoon, but I always advise 24 hours as we’re putting a seal coat on them and it needs to dry.”
Relief fills me and my body turns into a flurry of thoughts. “This is good news, Clint. That means I can arrange for furniture delivery by the end of the week.” I don’t need to rush this, but I want to as I have Theo this weekend and would love for him to see the new place, possibly have his room ready too. It’s only Tuesday so it’s pushing it, but this is too important for me.
“Thanks for the good news, Clint. I’ll see you tomorrow for a walk-through,” I add before hanging up.
Immediately, I phone Abby and hope she answers as I know she is with patients most of the day, even a surgery or two. Hell, she sometimes gets more action in a day than I do at the clinic.
After two rings, she answers, and I immediately hear a yappy dog barking in the background.
“Sorry if I’m interrupting?”
“Hey, Lucas. It’s no problem, I have a few minutes before I cut Sparky’s balls off.” I can hear the humor in her voice when she says that which is slightly disconcerting.
We met for lunch yesterday and have been texting non-stop since the weekend.
“I know we were going to do sushi tonight, and I don’t want to cancel. But my contractor phoned to say my house is ready. Since I have Theo this weekend, I want to do my damnedest to get his room ready and the house somewhat livable. Tonight, I need to do some shopping, which is definitely not the same enjoyment as being with you,” I explain.
