Isa smoothed her hair off her face. “I never would’ve recognized her. But then I didn’t really know her. She never came to the house when we were growing up. You always went to her. I just remember seeing her when I started high school and she was a senior. We never even talked. Are you two back together?”
He shook his head. “Nah. I’m just helping her out, that’s all. She got herself in a bad situation in Colorado, so I’m just trying to make things smooth for her. She feels awkward being here ‘cause she feels like she’s imposing since you two didn’t really know each other.”
“Tell her I love having her here. And it would be great if you two got back together, especially since it seems like you both have been miserable without each other all these years.”
He sniggered. “I don’t remember being all that miserable.”
“I’m talking about a real relationship, not sex. You know there’s a difference. Henri is close to marrying. He and Suzette have been going out for over a year. Her family owns Petries, the department stores.”
“I’m sure Henri loves her money.”
She tapped his arm. “Oh, you. He’s very much in love with her.” She lowered her voice. “And her money.” She covered her mouth with her hand and laughed.
“I’m done smoking. Let’s go inside. It’s too damn humid. I forgot how awful it can be.”
After they settled on the kitchen chairs, she poured them both some lemonade. He took a deep breath and finally asked, “How’s Pa doing?”
Her fingers touched her parted lips as she looked at him with wide eyes. “Not so good. He’s in the prison infirmary. He was getting better, but he fell ill again. I’m real worried he’s not going to make it.” He jutted his chin out, his jaw clenched. “I was planning to see him. Do you want to go with me?”
“I’m not sure.”
She licked her lips. “Think about it and let me know.”
He shoved his chair back. “I’m going to check on Clotille.”
“Are you going to share a room with her?”
“Not sure ‘bout that either.A bientôt.” He walked out of the room and went downstairs to the guest room Isa had given to Clotille, knocking softly on the door.
“Come in.”
He went into the room, making sure to lock the door after he closed it. “How’re you feeling? It must’ve been a brutal ride for you.”
She smiled. “It was pretty intense. I didn’t think my butt would ever have feeling in it again. I guess twenty hours on the back of a bike will do that, huh?”
He chuckled. “Yeah. Imagine if we’d ridden straight through.” He went over to the bed, bent down, and kissed her deeply. “That’s for being such a good sport.”
She grasped his arms and yanked him down before she sat up, the sheet falling off her. He held his breath when he saw her rounded tits and pink nipples, he reached out and pinched one of her nipples. “You got beautiful tits,chérie.” Dipping his head low, he pulled one of the buds into his mouth, licking and sucking it until it hardened. He fucking loved feeling a nipple harden under his touch. He moved his mouth to her other one. Her gasp made his desire heighten, and when she squeezed his inner thigh a low moan came from his throat.
She palmed his thighs, hips, and belly, then unbuttoned his jeans and slipped her warm hand inside. Breathing heavily he waited for her to touch his cock, but her hand stayed right above it, her fingers lightly pinching his skin.Fuck! I’m going to blow my wad if she keeps up this teasing shit.But the truth was he loved it. The women he screwed usually went for his cock right away and it was nice, but the anticipation he was feeling with her at that moment was more than hot.
With her other hand, she lifted his head and kissed him gently on the lips. “And that’s for being such a kind soul and helping me out.”
The desire in her eyes sent him over the edge and he crashed his mouth against hers, sucking her bottom lip with such intensity that he was sure it would be bruised. He wanted to fucking devour her whole. “What the fuck are you doing to me,chérie?” In response, she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock and squeezed. “Fuck,” he groaned, then bit the side of her neck hard. Her whimper was his undoing. He gripped the sheet and tore it away from her, then ripped off her panties before he stripped. He searched through his jeans pockets. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have a goddamned condom in my pocket. Fuck. It’s in my bag upstairs.”
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean. What about you? The club girls have been around.”
“I always use a condom.”
“Not always… remember our first time together?” She smiled and took his hand, pulling him back to her.
“Yeah. That was the only time I did it raw.” He ran his hands all over her body and feasted his eyes on her exquisite nakedness. With her arousal, the tips of her tits had become stiff peaks that taunted him. He pinched and pulled each one, each moan from her driving him wilder with desire than the last. As she arched her back he devoured her flesh with his teeth, lips, and tongue, her pebbling skin making him harder than he’d ever been. He wanted all of her: her body, heart, and soul. And at that moment, as he consumed her, he knew nothing less than that would do.
She was his fucking weakness.
