Page 60 of Stronger Than Blood
He held me against him with one arm and used the other to jack me off as he fucked me from behind. At one point, I became emotional, as I’d never felt so cared for while having sex.
His amazing cock moved in and out of my ass, his hand giving me pleasure in front and his lips moving up and down my neck, occasionally sucking on my earlobe.
“I-I’m about to come,” he admitted, then pushed me back onto all fours and pounded my prostate again.
“Fuck, yeah,” I called out again, but Rory didn’t let up this time. He continued to fuck into me, each time driving me closer to climax.
I could tell he was getting close, and when he pulled back, hesitated, and then adjusted slightly, he slammed into my prostate so hard that I came all over the bed. “God, yeah, fuck… fuck!” he called out behind me as he emptied into my ass.
Ignoring the spunk on the bed, we both collapsed, him holding me from behind, his cock never leaving my hole.
I fell asleep in the afterglow of our lovemaking, and when I finally woke, Rory was snoring quietly behind me. My movements must’ve woken him, though, because he snuggled into me and whispered, “You okay?”
“God, yes, so okay. So fucking wonderfully okay!” I said, getting another chuckle out of him.
We lay like that until the cum on the bed under me began to get cold. “Um, I-I probably need another shower, but my water heater sucks, so we’ll have to do it together and quickly.”
He sat up, allowing me to roll under him. He kissed me, got up, and walked toward the bathroom.
I admired his amazing backside as he walked away. God, I don’t know what I did to deserve having a man as handsome as him in my bed, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to squander every chance I had from now on to make love to him. That was a promise I made to myself and the universe.
***
I walked into the house in front of Kalinda and Rory, convinced I was going to have a similar attack from that son of a bitch as I’d had last time I was here, but instead, it was quiet. I could still feel him; I could always feel him, but he was either biding his time, or else he couldn’t do anything.
Kalinda followed and patted my back when she realized the same thing. The monster was playing nice for now.
We spent the morning rearranging furniture and had just made room for the bed when the hospital equipment truck arrived. As Kalinda had suggested, we put Granny in the dining room. However, Granny Ida had made it clear that since she wasn’t using her bedroom, we needed to make that up for Kalinda while she stayed there.
So, once the bed was set up, I went to Granny’s room and cleared out the dresser. I also stored all Granny’s knickknacks, as she’d instructed. “Just put all that stuff upstairs in the extra bedroom,” she’d told me. “Oh, and clean out my closet too. Awoman as well-dressed as Kalinda will not want to have her clothes lying around the bedroom.”
I’d done exactly as she’d asked, moving all the extra stuff that belonged to Granny and even some of my great-grandfather’s things into what had once been my grandmother’s bedroom. Luckily, sometime between when she’d been killed and I’d come to live there, Granny had cleared the room out, so it was empty, and all Granny’s stuff could go in there.
It seemed strange to see Granny’s room empty, but it also felt right to give Kalinda her private space, especially since she hadn’t asked us to pay her for her time. After I’d taken Granny’s stuff upstairs, I did a deep clean. Not that I needed to, but I wanted to. Granny Ida was neat as a pin and always had been.
There was dust, of course, but that’s because the space had been empty since she’d had her stroke. But once I’d dusted the furniture and mopped the floors, it was ready for Kalinda to move into.
When I showed her the space, she looked at me skeptically. “Humm, you shouldn’t have moved your grandmother out.”
“Listen, Kalinda, you can take that up with her. Granny Ida wanted you here, and I make it a point not to argue with her when she makes her mind up. Besides, she’s not wrong; you’ll need your privacy. It’s probably best that you don’t have to traipse up and down the stairs when it’s your time off.”
Kalinda looked around the room, this time smiling. Granny’s furniture was antique. Older than the house. I assumed it was the same furniture her parents had slept on since it looked like something from the early 1900s or even before.
The bed was a queen, with a pretty oak headboard. The mattress was only a couple of years old ’cause Granny was a stickler for replacing those every five years, saying it was full of dead skin. I’d seen the show on Oprah that led to her adopting that practice and couldn’t disagree with her reasoning.
“It’s a good space, full of happiness and… love,” Kalinda said as she walked in. “I have no doubt I’ll rest well here.”
“Granny said she wanted her own pillows, so I have new ones in my car that I picked up. Besides that, there’s sheets in the hallway, almost every color under the sun. You can pick whichever you want, same with the bedspread, I—”
Kalinda put her hand up. “I have my own sheets and comforter. I just need to get them out of storage and have them sent to me, but thank you, Mick… This is more than I thought I’d have.”
I smiled and nodded, leaving her in the room. Somehow, I knew she needed time just to be there. Since the jackass ghost was behaving, I decided to put on some of Granny’s canned veggies for dinner. We were picking her up tomorrow morning, and I sorta thought it might be good to have the house smelling like the food she normally cooked.
Kalinda smiled when she and Rory came in and spied all the food I was cooking. “You said you couldn’t cook,” Rory said.
I chuckled. “I said I’m not as good at it as the ladies in these parts, but no, I know how to make a basic meal. Besides, all this was canned, meaning it was already cooked. I’m just heating it up.”
I slipped the cast-iron skillet into the oven and began mixing the cornbread. I was about to add a dash of sugar when Kalinda stopped me. “Son, I know there’s people who swear sugar is needed, but if you put all that in that cornbread, it’s going to taste like cake.”
