Page 9 of Every Now and Then
After ambling into the bathroom to discard the condom, I slip back into bed to lie down next to her. There’s a sparkle in Annabelle’s sunflower eyes that wasn’t there before, and knowing that I’m the reason for it, sends a shockwave to my heart.
After a few minutes, she rolls toward me with a playful pout. “I was hoping you’d be up, pun intended, for at least one more round. Didn’t you say we were just getting started?”
She walks her fingers down her chest to her breasts and begins touching herself. Kneading and squeezing. Her nipples respond and harden. Transfixed, I can’t look away. She coasts her other hand downher abdomen and parts her lower lips. Annabelle spreads her thighs and lifts one knee to grant me a better view as she slips a finger in.
Hypnotized, I watch as her finger glides in and out, in and out. Then she removes it and lifts it to my lips. I suck it into my mouth, lapping up the taste of her, of us.
“I was hoping next you could take me from behind. Maybe we could do it over the bathroom counter so I could watch in the mirror as you fuck me? But if you’re too tired, old man…”
Growling, I pick her up and carry her to the counter because the picture she’s painting has my dick springing back to life. With one arm under her ass to support her weight, I use my other arm to swipe the contents of the counter onto the floor. The motel toiletries and my Dopp kit clatter to the floor.
“Don’t ‘old man’ me, Yankee. The night is young, and we’re just getting started, darlin’.”
3
Annabelle
Then
I’ve spent my entire adult life living up to the traditional Stepford wife image, so my wanton sexual display should embarrass me, but it doesn’t. The payoff—orgasms,multiple orgasms—was well worth the potential embarrassment.
Wrapping the polyester comforter around my chest, I recline against the motel’s old rattan headboard. Dazed, I mutter breathily, “Is it always… like this for you?”
Shooting me a charming, crooked grin, with mischief in his eyes, Hayes teases, “It’s okay, Annabelle. You can just admit I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
Both the best and the biggest, I think. Though I won'ttell him that.
Grabbing a pillow from behind me, I swat him and laugh. “You’re not just an asshole. You’re a cocky asshole, Hayes.”
“Only cocky if it’s not true, Yankee.” He winks. “Come here.” Hayes tugs the comforter down, getting rid of the fabric barricade between us. Hayes settles me into his chest, wrapping his arm around me.
Hot sexandcuddles? Sign me up.
We lie in silence before Hayes murmurs, “Your eyes remind me of sunflowers. Anyone ever tell you that before?”
I shake my head.Sunflowers.I like the comparison. It sounds romantic.
My eyes focus on a line of script that wraps around his ribcage. I read the tattoo aloud. "'The road goes on forever…' is that from a poem?"
"Sort of. It's from an old country song by Robert Earl Keene. 'The road goes on forever and the party never ends.'"
I smile. Yep, based on what little I know of Hayes that seems fitting. "What's this one for?" I ask, my fingertips tracing over the tattoo of a Chinese symbol he has on the inside of his upper arm.
"Lost a bet."
I smile. "What's it say?"
"Damned if I know. My buddy randomly picked it out of a tattoo artist's portfolio. For all I know, it could say penis."
My smile grows as my fingers move to the tiny constellation of stars he has on his chest. "What about these? What are they for? Another lost bet?"
"Nah, those are for my mom."
He tightens his arm around me. "I noticed you don't have any tattoos. Not a fan?"
I shake my head as a yawn escapes my mouth. "It's not that I'm not a fan. I just haven't ever found anything important enough to memorialize on my body."
Hearing my yawn, Hayes snaps off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Lazily, I scratch my fingernails up and down his muscular arms and chest as I revel in the blissful feeling of his bare skin against my own.
