Page 85 of Take Two

Colt and Vickie returned to New York yesterday, complete with happy smiles and souvenirs. Now that I’ve completed her session, my weekend has officially begun. Despite the grueling workout, I practically jog home. Too impatient to wait for the elevator when I get to my building, I sprint up the stairs to my floor, jog down the hall, and unlock my front door.

The first thing I notice is that the television’s on. I go days without watching TV, so I know I didn’t leave it on. The next thing is the aroma and the whistling. I drop my bag on the floor and run to the kitchen. He’s standing there, leaning against the island and giving me that smile that melts my heart each time.

I rub my hands over my eyes to make sure I’m not seeing things. When I’m certain that he’s really here, I sprint to him. He opens his arms just in time for me to fly in. He lifts me off my feet and spins me around until I’m dizzy. When he stops, I wrap my legs around him and take him in a deep kiss. I slide my hands through his hair and moan into his mouth. I reach down and stick my hand down his shorts. He’s ready for me, and I know I’m ready for him.

“Take me to the couch,” I order him, and he does. He sits with me straddling him, and I grind on top of him. I pull his dick out of his shorts, and when I look down at it, my mouth waters. “I promise I’ll gag on it all weekend, but I need it inside of me right now.”

I hop off and while I pull down my yoga pants and panties, he removes his shorts and boxers. He’s hard and erect, and I straddle him. While he aligns himself at my entrance, I pull off my shirt, but I’m too sweaty to fight with my sports bra right now. I slide down his hard dick, and he fills me completely.

“Oh, god, yes,” I moan like a dirty slut as I ride him. “Stretch me.”

“I’ll do whatever I want to my pussy,” he says.

“Fuck yeah, you will.” I shut him up with another deep kiss. His long arms tighten around me as I ride him. My clit rubs against him. I close my eyes as we continue our deep sloppy kiss. I don’t know what’s wetter. Our mouths or my pussy, but right now I’m too far gone to think.

“You feel so good,” I say, and moments later I throw my head back and call out his name so loud that I know my neighbors will hear it.

“You’re early. I was supposed to cook for you and pick you up,” I say. We’re both still naked, and I’m lying on top of him on the couch. He has one arm wrapped possessively around me and one hand on my ass cheek. “And I was supposed to shower and look pretty.”

“You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. Always.” I kiss the side of his neck and gently bite it. “And you know how much I love cooking for you.”

“God, I love you so much. I don’t want to be away from you even for a minute all weekend.” Then I hop off him and say, “Starting after I wash up.” He stands too and picks me up bridal style.

“Let’s shower together.”

He takes me again in the shower. This time I’m certain the sound of the running water coursing through the old pipes of the building drowns my cries of pleasure. After putting one ofCharlie’s long t-shirts on, we return to the kitchen where I set the table for two and we enjoy the seared shrimp over a bed of couscous and mixed vegetables. We hold hands under the table, and every few minutes, he lifts mine and kisses the back of it. Halfway through the meal, I get up and sit on his lap, and we feed each other and kiss between bites of food.

Once dinner is over, I straddle him and press my mouth to his. “I don’t know what’s more delicious. You or this dinner you made.”

“Definitely me,” he says. He tightens his arms around me, and I end up pressed against him, unable to move. He kisses me deeply while cupping my ass cheek. He stands with me in his arms and takes me to the living room. He puts me on the couch, sits on the other end and takes both my feet and put them on his lap.

“God, that feels good,” I moan while he rubs my heels. “Let’s go out so I can buy you dessert,” I moan. He picks up my feet and kisses them.

“Mama sent you somethin’,” he says. He gets up and five minutes later, he comes back holding two bowls. He hands me one and there’s ice cream covering something. “It’s a peach pie,” he says, making a face. I pick up the spoon and put a huge piece in my mouth.

“Goddamn,” I sigh in complete happiness. “I love your mama,” I say. I offer him pie, but he sticks his nose up in the air and turns his head. “More for me,” I announce as I take another big spoonful. “Mmhmm. Darlin’,” I say, “can you grab that can of whipped cream in the fridge?”

Chapter 46

Charlie

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll do what I can until you get the plumber here.” I kiss Violet’s temple and gesture for her to go and teach her hot yoga class. She mouthsthank youand walks away. I watch her ass until she turns the corner out of my sight.

As good as last night was, this morning has been one stressful event after another. It started when I checked my phoneand saw a missed call from someone I never thought I’d hear from again. In fact, I could have sworn I had deleted that number years ago, but I guess not.

After four years, I still recognized the voice immediately. It was Holly Smith, and my alarm bells went off as soon as I heard her voice. We haven’t talked in years. When I became serious about my sobriety, I made the decision not to speak to any of my old drinking buddies again.

After seeing the new message, I looked over at Lettie, who was sound asleep and naked. The blanket had slipped, and her breasts were exposed. I covered her and ran my finger down her smooth cheek. It was crazy, but I felt guilty for being there with her and having this other woman intrude on our little bubble. I tiptoed out of the room and hit play.

“Charlie, it’s Holly Smith. I have something to tell you. Please call me.” That’s it. That’s all it said, and now I’m more confused than I was when I first saw the message. What the hell could this woman possibly have to tell me? It’s been four years since I saw her, but I don’t have time to think about that right now. Whatever she has to say to me, I don’t care, and I plan on telling her that when I call her back.

That will have to wait because there was a leak in the locker room in the gym. The cause, a leak in the P-trap, is an easy enough fix, but it would require a trip to the home improvement store. For now, I shut off the water until the plumber gets here.

My phone buzzes again. It’s the same number. I look around the empty room before answering the phone.

“Yes?” I say. I suddenly feel unsettled and as if the life I’ve carefully built is on the cusp of ruin.

“Charlie?” she says. She sounds a little breathless. I hear voices in the background, and they sound like kids. Seconds later, I hear a door close and silence. “It’s Holly Smith.”

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