Page 89 of Wood Riddance
“I doubt that.” I didn’t give two shits if Mrs. Dupont knew anyway. Sure, I had promised her we could take things slow and keep things quiet, but I was beginning to feel like a dirty little secret.
“I’m going to leave the garage open. Park in there, and I’ll shut the door as soon as you pull in. If you see her, circle the block a few times.”
“This seems a bit extreme—”
She hung up before I could call her out on how batshit crazy this was.
Our situation wasn’t ideal. This was a tiny town that had recently been rocked by an epic criminal scandal involving both of our families. It stood to reason that people would talk. Certain shitty people, of course, would judge. That was inevitable.
But the world would keep spinning on its axis if she and I were publicly dating.
And weweredating—as juvenile as the word was. This was a full-blown relationship.
The world was a dumpster fire. Shitty things happened every day. Why expend so much energy hiding something that was ultimately good and made us happy? That was my take on things.
But Adele had more to lose than I did. My family was already splintered. Even the relationships I had with my brothers were strained. And the less said about my father, the better. No one I truly cared about would turn their back on me, and my dating her wouldn’t be seen as a betrayal.
After ensuring the street was empty, I pulled into the open garage. I hadn’t even turned off the ignition when the door closed and Adele stepped out of the house.
She pulled me close and gave me the kind of kiss that promised this was going to be averyfun sleepover.
“I missed you,” I said, handing her the daisies.
She held them to her nose and inhaled. “These are so beautiful.”
Inside her cozy cottage, I kicked off my shoes and dropped the duffel I’d stashed in my back seat. The kitchen was all white, with butcher block countertops and checkerboard floors, and the dining nook housed a simple pine table and matching chairs.
“Did you cook?” I said, putting my arms around her and kissing her neck while she put the flowers in a mint green vase at the sink.
She nodded. “Nothing fancy. I’m not Alice. Just roasted chicken and fresh sweet corn I picked up at the farmers’ market.”
“Smells delicious. But I think I need an appetizer first.” My hand was already up under her tank top and headed straight for her bra clasp. “Didn’t you get my memo?” I asked, biting her earlobe. “No bra is the best bra.”
She arched back into me as I unhooked the offending undergarment. “I can’t live life braless just because it makes your life easier.”
“Yes you can. I think it would benefit us both.”
She turned around and pushed me back against the island, peeling off my shirt as she went. She tossed it on the counter and popped up on her toes for another kiss.
Her perfect tits and the way she rubbed against my chest made my cock ache. Shit. I couldn’t resist ducking low and taking one pink nipple into my mouth.
She gripped my hair. “Stop,” she begged. “That feels way too good.”
“Wait until I get my mouth on that delicious pussy.” I smacked her ass and pushed the waistband of her shorts down. “I’m starving for it.”
With a throaty laugh, she palmed my cock through my shorts. “Oh, really? I better put you out of your misery, then.”
I picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter. Then I stepped between her legs and spread them wide.
“Yes. That’s a good girl. Spread for me.”
Trailing my fingers up her thighs, I took in every inch of her, teasing and tormenting and stopping right before I reached her soaking pussy. This woman might kill me.
One-handed, I pushed my own shorts down, then kicked off my boxers. Stroking my cock, I took a step back and surveyed her. She was laid out in front of me, panting and writhing. Her hair was down and her head was thrown back, her naked body ready for the taking.
More than anything, I wanted to push into her and fuck her hard until she came, screaming my name.
But I was promised a meal. And I’d be enjoying one.
