“The food can wait.” I know I sounded desperate, but damn, it’s been almost two years of no sex. I have a lot to make up for.
Mitch chuckles. “I promise, I got you. But you need to fuel your body, El. We have seven to eight hours to burn before the boysreturn. And baby, once I slide back into heaven, I’m not coming back out until we hear the car pull into the driveway.”
Immediately, my panties become drenched. Warning bells ring in my head. They say, ‘Ella, you’re in trouble, girl.’ This will not end well. Even with that warning, I still don’t turn back. I reach around Mitch and grab the takeout bag off the table. I’m about to scarf this food down so that I can enjoy every second of those hours.
Her Peace
Chapter Sixteen
Mitchell
Pulling my truck up beside Ella’s SUV, I put it in park and lean back in my seat.
The last two weeks have been great, but also pure hell. Since the boys came back, I haven’t been able to get back between El’s legs. And I won’t lie, that shit felt like torture. I’ve stolen a kiss here and there whenever I’m over at her place. I’m still there every day, and now we spend our evenings together. The boys can’t really tell the difference because me being there isn’t newto them. It’s only now that when they go to bed, I sneak back over just to sit beside their mom and steal kisses.
Today is the first day I’ll be able to spend a lot of time with her alone. Just thinking about it makes my dick hard. I didn’t know when I finally got to slide inside El that it would be as addictive as it is.
At this point, I’m really questioning what the hell is wrong with Drew. Ella’s pussy is pure perfection, snug as hell and wetter than the fucking ocean. And the way she cries and whimpers when I’m sliding into her is a straight hit of endorphins. She takes me so well and has no problem fucking me back.
I press against my crotch, squeezing the growing erection.
“Chill,” I say to my cock. “We have all day for that.”
The speaker system in my truck goes off. I look at the name flashing across my screen and let out a long sigh. The erection that was just building immediately softened. Pushing the hands-free option on my steering wheel, I answered the call.
“What do you want, Val?”
“Where are you?” her high-pitched voice blared through my speakers.
Pinching my brow, I try to ease my nerves.
“Out. Why?”
“It’s the middle of the day on a Friday. You’re not in your office, and Miguel said you weren’t on a site today. So where are you?”
I stare at the screen as if it’s her, my brow lifting and my head cocked to the side.
“The ink has been dry on our divorce papers for three years. Why are you questioning me like I owe you an answer?”
I was a respectful husband when she and I were married. I didn’t do play-by-play of where I was, but if she asked I’d tell herbecause I had nothing to hide. However, I don’t owe Valerie shit now.
She’s silent for a few seconds. “Are you out with a woman?”
I chuckle while shaking my head. “Again, none of your business.”
“Are you kidding me, Mitchell? You’re skipping work to hang out with some woman?”
I count to ten in my head, lowering my temper. This is Val’s thing. She makes up shit in her head, despite me never saying anything and then she wants to argue with me about the made-up scenario. I’ve long learned to ignore her theatrics.
“Why did you call me, Val?”
She scoffs. “So you’re not going to answer my question?”
I don’t reply. I allow silence to answer for me.
“You know what, just don’t have some random bitch around my son. I need to meet this woman before—”
“I’m going to stop you right there. First off, never disrespect her by calling her a bitch. Second, you don’t have to meet anyone. Do I ask to meet the assholes you bring around my son? No. I trust that you’re smart enough to make good decisions where that’s concerned. Because you and I both know what will happen if you fuck that up.
