Page 68 of Whiskey Shivers

She told me to keep it quiet and that we would have to wait and see the outcome. That if I was convicted that it would have to be an automatic dismissal. I told her the truth, that I didn’t see that happening, and it was a wait and see from there, which was alright with me.

She did let me use accrued sick leave to cover the Monday and Tuesday I missed, so at least there was that.

As for the rest? Well, Cor and I tried our damnedest to settle into a new sort of normal, which was hard to do with as much renovation as the house needed and my sudden desire to make this house into the home I’d always wanted and that she’d always needed.

It was like my Fable was the missing link, and I was suddenly inspired to do so much with the place. I wholeheartedly wanted her input every step of the way.

Corliss did what she could during the day with cleaning and keeping up with her physical therapy and doctor appointments. It became a full-time job, jockeying between labor and industries and workman’s comp claims and her regular insurance to get everything covered, but her lawyer assured her, everything was going to wind up paid. Her credit wasn’t going to take a hit and that she’d have a tidy sum to do with what she pleased by the time she was done with everything.

Corliss, true to her fashion and her ways, didn’t care about the money. She just cared that this wasn’t going to hurt her return to the classroom and that she would be able to continue teaching.

Weeks went by, and I spent every evening I could working on the living room and making that nook above the office while Cor did what she could to help, and mostly just sat nearby reading and spending time with me, keeping me company while I worked. It was nice.

Her period came, and I was pretty grateful for it but also a little let down. I wanted a child with her, but I also understood that this was more than a little soon to be thinkin’ about that. I needed to calm my shit when it came to that until such a time was right.

That first week back was a short one and a blur that blended into the next, which blended right into the next. Shit was honestly just a whirlwind.

I wanted Cor with a fire that was unmatched, but with her period coming on, her arm in the shape it was in, and how she’d hurt both times after we’d been intimate, I learned to deal with the abstinence really damn quick.

That was until the day she came home from physical therapy as I was working on fixing some dinner at the stove andtwoarms wound around my waist.

“Whoa-ho, look out now!” I cried as one hand drifted to the front of my jeans and massaged me through them. It took a minute for me to register what was going on and when it did, I straightened and turned in the circle of her arms to look at her.

“Well, I’ll be!” I declared and her giggle was everything.

“Hi,” she said and held up both of her hands. “Look, pa – two hands!”

I laughed at her stupid joke and pulled her laughing and giggling into my arms and said, “One, I don’t do that daddy shit, and two – om nom, nom!” I attacked the side of her neck with my lips over my teeth and listened to her shriek with glee.

“Oh, my God!” she cried, laughing, and her laughter was infectious.

It was everything in me tonotswitch off the stove and to drag her into the bedroom to do more than just cop a little oral or commit some mutual masturbation which is what we’d pretty much been limited to with her body’s need to heal.

Instead, I backed off for now, kissed her soundly, and we celebrated with a nice pasta meal and a glass of wine with dinner, now that she’d been off her medicines – specifically painkillers for a while now.

We were doing the dishes together, her rinsing, me loading the dishwasher when the mood shifted. Something in me just broke as I took in her profile at the sink, all graceful sweeping lines and smooth skin just calling to me…

There was a reason I called this woman Fable that had nothing to do with her reading habits. She was a dream come true, legendary in her beauty, wit, and intelligence and a fable made real in my eyes. I had no idea how to go about expressing it with words, but touch… touch was a whole other thing, and I ached to touch her the way she was meant to be touched.

We kissed, and my hands on her ribs, smoothing down that to-die-for hourglass shape she had going on, flaring subtly to her hips, I walked back, luring her in the direction of the bedroom.

She followed me, her hands on my chest, gripping my tee in needy fistfuls, drifting along before me as I walked backward and holding to me as though she would die if she let go.

Her mouth on mine was phenomenal, her taste so sweetly divine. She was true ambrosia, and I relished in everything about her as she was a feast for my senses.

I worked us out of our clothing slowly and felt a thrill that this was finally happening and something I could do with her.

She cuddled close in the slight chill of the room even as the heat kicked on momentarily to get the house to seventy. It was a cool forty-two out there for the south, the daytime high for this time of year below the average high of sixty-something, but all mundane thoughts of the weather and any notice of the chill to the room disappeared when she wrapped sure fingers around my cock and stroked over its sensitive head.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, and I threw my head back and stood still, just focusing on the feel of her hand around me, stroking over me, the warmth of her body so close to mine. I looked down into her blue eyes as she looked up at me with this impish smile. Once she had my attention, very slowly, very deliberately, she got down on her knees and took me into her mouth.

I very nearly spontaneously combusted right then and there.

I watched her suck me, gently pulling back her hair and playing with it, luxuriating in the silken strands between my fingers even as her hot, wet, velveteen mouth very nearly made my soul leave my fucking body.

“Shit, babe, slow down,” I panted and the little shit? She just smiled around my cock with those blue eyes of hers looking up at me and I lost my fucking mind.

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

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