Page 82 of Into the Mountains
“I see ole reliable is somehow still alive.”
“You’re funny,” she states in a way that lets me know she definitely doesn’t find me funny.
“I wonder what stories he has to tell to his great great great great great grandkids,” I joke. “Where does the floppy disk go?”
“You’re the worst.”
“The last time we were alone together, you clearly thought I was the best.” I give her a smirk that she doesn’t go for. She just continues trying to set up the rest of her ancient technology.
“Did you get the file I sent over last night?”
“The one you sent at three in the morning? Yes, I opened it when I woke up at seven this morning like a normal person.”
“Don’t diss on my insomnia. One, I can’t help it. Two,” she holds up two fingers. “At least I put it to good use.”
“You didn’t have insomnia when you were with me.”
“That was an example of putting it to good use.”
“Good one.”
Once her bag is completely empty, we get our files open and start discussing the plans for the expansion.
After a while we were able to agree on the general build and design for everything, including the back space where the large indoor area for the dogs to explore would go with some climbers around the whole building for the cats—all visible so they can’t get lost. Eventually we agreed on furniture and I decided to leave the actual decorating to Charlie. It takes only one look at my house right now to figure out I’m shit at decorating anything. I build. That’s the part I’m good at.
After one twenty minute disagreement on which side the kennels would work better on, we finally decide to take a break. Charlie turns off her computer and the lack of white noise from it makes the space feel too quiet. We both sit back in our chairs andI rub at my face, making a sad attempt at rubbing the tiredness from it. While I’m not the one with insomnia, I did have Hobbles sneak into my room in the middle of the night trying to play with me while I slept. He started to swat at my hair and a claw got lodged in my eyebrow. I startled him when I woke up not so quietly. Once I cleaned myself up, I brought him back to bed and played for a while until he felt tired again.
As if reading my thoughts, Charlie asks, “What the hell happened to your eyebrow?”
“Hobbles,” is all the explanation I offer.
She moves her chair closer to mine until our legs touch. Sparks travel from the side of my knee to my eyes as I try to observe what she plans to do. As if she’s still deciding whether or not to do it, she slowly reaches out her hand and gently grazes her fingertips over the scratch. The soft pad of her finger smooths over it, her skin against mine instantly making my cock strain against my jeans.
“Are you okay?” Her voice is not quite a whisper. It’s soft and if I’m not mistaken, filled with want. Or I’m desperately reading too much into it.
“I am now,” I answer, moving my face closer to hers, grazing my nose against her skin.
Immediately, she sighs and moves closer to me, our legs tangling together. I flick my eyes to the door and see it’s closed most of the way.
Good enough.
My lips find hers and she stands to sit on the desk. I don’t even bother worrying about the papers underneath her. They fold and crinkle, the words and lines blending together like chaos in the wind. That’s what we feel like together. A mix of debris finding each other by chance in the wind being carried with the storm we found ourselves in. I’ll take this storm though. After the last few years of what has felt like all the naturaldisasters at once, a storm like this almost seems calm. A calm chaos is just what I need.
She is just what I need.
Her moans permeate the small space and I want to bottle them up and save them for a lonely night. An image of her in my bed flickers through my mind and for a brief moment I wonder what it would be like to not have to bottle anything up to save. What it would be like to have her there with me every morning in my arms with the lonely nights far behind me.
“Eat me,” she says, her voice desperate and the vulgarity of it makes my cock harden even more inside my jeans. It’s not something I’m used to experiencing, but I think I like it. I think I want more of it.
“Yes, ma’am.” Eagerly, I pull off her leggings and nudge her knees apart a little bit more, her red laced underwear completely exposed to me. For a moment, we sit in silence as I let myself take her in. Her oversized sweater pooling around her waist, thighs open and her leaning back on her hands chest pushed out, heaving. I am so fucked. As if that hasn’t been the case the second she set foot in my town.
“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful, Charlie.” She blushes, but she doesn’t shy away from the compliment, rather holds her head a little bit higher. Nothing more needs to be said as I pull her to the edge of the desk and kneel in front of her.
I run my nose along the inside of her thighs, teasing her as her breathing becomes more shallow. “Please, Eli,” she begs and I can’t help but smile at hearing her beg for me again. “I can almost hear you smiling from up here.”
“It’s because I am, honey. Begging suits you.”
“Don’t get used to it. Now, I need your mouth on me.” I press my lips to her left thigh and nip at her skin. “Fuck you, Eli. You know what I mean.”
