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The moment I’m awake, I pull her tightly against me. No alarm is a wonderful thing. I check the clock to see it’s a little after seven. Oh yeah, I’m an asshole. The first thing I think of is no fucking condoms, I can’t wait to be inside her tight pussy with nothing between us. Then I remember today is the Sunday I visit Ray. Every other Sunday, like clockwork, it would be every Sunday but the old man started yelling about me going out and having a life, until I finally gave in. Fuck, I can’t take her with me to see Ray. I’m supposed to come home like it’s no big deal I’ve been gone all day. I’d gone before she was even up the Sunday before last. I could tell her about Ray, she’d understand without a hint of complaint.
Holly stretches beside me before pressing against me. Then she just fucking rolls off me, sliding off the bed. I can’t take my eyes off her swaying ass as she walks into my bathroom. She looks back at me, “I’ve been dying to see if that bench in your bathroom will hold us both.”
I’m up off the bed following her into the shower. She leans with her back against the wall, as I set the controls on the panel. Her nipples are already hard, I barely have the water on before she grabs my thickening cock. Fuck the bench. Lifting her up, she wraps her legs around my waist. Damn, her pussy is soaking, making it easy to slide inside. I’m in heaven. This is the first time since I was fifteen I’ve fucked a woman without a condom. I never want to wear one again. Hot, wet, velvet heat gripping me tightly has me fighting not come in seconds. No stroke is deep enough, no grip on my cock is tight enough. I never want to leave her pussy again. Thank fuck as I stroke deep I’m rubbing against her clit. It takes her less than a minute to gasp out my name as her body shudders, and her pussy spasms around my cock, milking me for everything inside me.
For a long time neither of us move. Her face is buried in my neck. “Can we never use condoms again?”
I chuckle, “I was just thinking the same thing.”
Taking my time, I enjoy soaping her up and washing her. I’m a little quicker cleaning myself as I watch her dry off. She’s wrapping the towel around herself, I’m displeased she’s covering up. “I’m going to go get dressed. What do you want for breakfast?”
“Do we have any bacon?”
“Yes.”
“Eggs over medium and some bacon with toast sounds good. Wear one of those dresses, it’s nice out and we’re taking a drive out of the city for the day.” Fuck, I’m taking her with me to go see Ray. The words were out before I knew it. Now I can’t take them back.
“Whatever you say, lord and master Bishop.” Holly laughs as she walks out of the bathroom.
Ray means no suit, so I dress in jeans and a black polo. The minute I’m alone in my closet my brain clears, I can’t take her. Ray will call her my girlfriend, or tease her about something she won’t ever be, then I’ll be an asshole when I correct him. How the fuck do I tell her I’ve changed my mind now?
Walking into the kitchen, I find her in a sexy dark blue dress with a tight bodice and flared skirt ending just above her knees. Whatever I was going to say is lost at the sight of her. She’s going. Ray will understand.
It doesn’t take her long to bring her plate as well as mine over to the dining table, then she goes back for the glasses of orange juice. Before she sits down, I grab a cheek of her ass, she squeals, “Will you behave?”
“It’s your fault, knowing you’re wearing a thong has me hard almost all the damned time.” Her eggs are scrambled with toast, no bacon. I want to ask her but one thing I’ve learned is never to say anything about what a woman eats.
“Where are we going? Is Ricky driving us?”
“No, I’ll be driving us.” Apprehension is clear on her face. “Don’t look so scared. I make the trip every other weekend. We’re going to Naperville, to visit my uncle, Ray. Remember the uncle I told you about, the one who paid for my education? He’s the uncle. He practiced in Chicago and is the reason I settled here. Unfortunately, a few years ago he developed Parkinson’s. At first, I got him a nurse so he could stay in his condo. But he grew to hate the noise of the city. Naperville is a nice, quiet suburb outside of the city, it’s only about thirty miles away. I head out after breakfast, we chat, play cards, he kicks my ass, then we play chess and he lets me win. We’ll talk about cases, as he warns me against spending too much time in the office. Then we go out for lunch. When I bring him back he tells me to go home.”
“How lucky am I? Spending the day with two handsome men.” Her smile is wide as she sips her juice.
That’s it, no jumping for joy, acting as if she wants to hold my hand. No discussion about if I’m her boyfriend now. She’s perfect.
I help her clean up and cop a feel constantly while I do. Then I take her downstairs to the garage. It’s supposed to be the polite thing to do, though I open her door so I can watch her dress slide up her legs. Shaking her head, she sees where my eyes go. “I wish I’d known we’d be driving in a convertible.” She pouts. “I would have fixed my hair differently. “Especially a 2015 Ferrari California. You’ve managed to surprise me. If I had guessed which one you picked, it would have been the 458 Italia.” Her laughter is loud in the car. “Let me guess, the 458 was on backorder and you didn’t want to wait for your new toy?”
“Put your seatbelt on.” I’m stern. Annoyed at how well she knows me, the Italia was on backorder three months and I didn’t want to wait. “Smartass. Just for that I’m putting the top down.” I hit the button to send the top down. I don’t get a new car every year, every two or three years was enough for me. When I didn’t get the Italia I expected to get a new car this year but I’ve grown to like it. Ray also prefers it, he used to bitch about getting in and out of my last few cars.
“Ass.” Holly mutters as she puts her straightened hair into a loose bun then leans back onto it.
The day is beautiful. Her face isn’t covered by layers of makeup and she’s glowing in the sunlight. However, when we hit the interstate I put the top back up, the top down at sixty miles an hour is too much even for me. Once I do, she smiles widely.
I turn on the radio, classical music fills the car, lowering the volume to background noise. My hand is barely back on the steering wheel before Holly starts talking. She asks about Ray. I spend the drive sharing memories of Ray. Her interest isn’t faked as she prompts me gently for more.
When we pull into the home Ray had picked himself, Holly seems hesitant. “Come on, Ray will fall at your feet. Just ignore the fact he’s a dirty old man.”
My day is exactly like I knew it would be. Ray flirts relentlessly, Holly takes it in stride. I love how when I haltingly introduce her to Ray, she responds that she’s the housekeeper who does more than windows with a saucy smile. She does surprise me by kicking both Ray’s and my ass in poker. Ray taunts her constantly with smack talk, trying to win back his money, we only ever play with pennies. Holly holds her own with her smart mouth. When Ray teases her, she isn’t above using her cleavage to get his, or my, mind off the cards.
While we play chess, she keeps herself amused going through Ray’s photo albums. Peppering us with questions, yet not needing to be kept amused. She even helps me out by whispering a move that helps me pin down Ray’s queen.
Lunch out is pure entertainment as Holly entices Ray to talk about me in my younger, more embarrassing years. The man looks more alive and smiles more often than he has in years. If he didn’t look so happy I might be a little jealous of Holly. However, given the weeks I’ve been with Holly I can understand his reaction to her. This time, when it’s time to leave Ray isn’t pushing me out the door like he usually does.
Holly begs me to let her drive the car around in the parking lot, crossing her heart and hoping to die she’ll be careful. I can’t say no to those big brown eyes of hers, so I hand her the keys. “Five minutes.”
She takes them, nearly hopping out the door with excitement.
“I’m telling you right now, Ethan Andrew Bishop, if you don’t marry that girl you’ll regret it the rest of your days. Same as I did with Sally Connors. Not a day goes by when I don’t wish I’d married her. Take my advice, Ethan, she’s the one.”
I only shake my head. “She deserves better than me.”
Ray nods vigorously, “Of course she does. It doesn’t change the fact she belongs with you.”
There’s nothing for me to say.
He grunts, goes into his room, and slams the door.
Great trip. I walk out front to Holly screeching to a halt in front of me. She gets out and holy fuck she’s gorgeous. She’s glowing, her cheeks pink, her smile wide enough I think I can see her molars. Throwing herself in my arms, I catch her and hold her tightly. Fuck, my chest hurts.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! That was so cool. See not a tiny, baby scratch on it either. My brothers will never be able to say they drove a Ferarri!”
Seeing her so happy, I can’t hold back my own laughter. “Oh, you wanted me for the Ferrari?” I set her down slowly. Her hand is up caressing my cheek. “Silly man, I didn’t know you had a Ferrari. It was because of your big, thick cock.”
I open her door then smack her ass as she gets inside. Her laughter makes me smile simply to know she’s happy. On our way back to into Chicago, it’s still too early for dinner, so I take her home. Although, damn, I would have liked for other people to see her looking gorgeous in the dress she’s wearing.
We’re barely through the door when I have her dress up, on my lap, on the couch. Mouths locked together, the idea of moving to the bedroom is long gone. Tugging off her panties, she’s moaning my name as she pushes up my shirt to touch me.
“Ethan! You’re a freaking animal!” Amelia sounds like a wronged wife. I’m more concerned about Holly’s embarrassment. I whip my shirt off to try and wrap it around her.
“Amelia? What the fuck? This is my damned home. I’ll do whatever the hell I want, wherever the hell I want.”
Fucking shit! She’s getting weepy, only I’m too pissed to care. “I thought I was always welcome here! Well, I guess that’s all over. We go to lunch, you talk about Holly, we’re on the phone, you talk about Holly. Now I come over, and surprise, I’m not welcome anymore. You might be fucking Holly in the living room.”
Really, new baby syndrome from her now? “Don’t even go there. If you want to come over fine, but don’t pull your bullshit with me. You’ve been avoiding me all week long, and then you come over without warning. I love you, but right now, I’m really pissed off with you. I don’t think this is a good time to have this conversation. Please leave, now. We’ll discuss this later.”
Her eyes are big, filled with tears when she turns, slamming out the door.
I look to see Holly fighting back tears. “I’m sorry. I had no idea she resented me like that.”
Picking her up, I carry her into my room before gently placing her on the bed. “Hey, this is a new situation for her to be in. Obviously, she isn’t handling it well. There’s also someone new in her life she doesn’t want me to know about, and she’s trying to balance that with maintaining our close relationship. Which, after the way she reacted, makes me wonder if our relationship isn’t just a little too co-dependent. On my end, she’s the only woman I know how to treat simply like a woman without wanting anything from her. Quite frankly, between Cora and her, there’s never been a woman in my life for very long. For Amelia, I’ve always been the big brother to protect and smooth her path wherever I could. Not just her shoulder to cry on, but when I could, to make it all better for her.
“This has nothing to do with you. In a few days, she’ll invite you for lunch, begging and pleading for forgiveness the entire time. The two of us are going to have a much deeper, more painful conversation.”
I wipe away the tears that trail down her cheeks fighting to keep my breathing even, I really fucking hate to see her cry. Yeah, the conversation with Amelia is going to be very painful—for her. “Are you sleepy, sweetheart?”
“No, I was actually thinking very naughty thoughts about how my thong is in the living room.”
Fuck, this woman is the perfect mix of naughty and nice, and fuck me, I’m growing addicted to every inch of her. I eat her beautiful pink pussy until she’s begging me to fuck her. When I do, I take her hard and fast from behind. This time, we stay connected when she begs me not pull out. For a long time we just lay together as she tells me how much she liked Ray. I was lucky to have someone like him and he was luckier to have me. We both needed someone to keep us inline.
When her stomach growls we both groan. “Oh the mundane things of life. Crap, I don’t think I even have anything really defrosted, it might be omelets for dinner.”
“You aren’t cooking anything. You have the day off. Let’s go take a look at the delivery menus.” Getting out of bed, I pull on my boxer briefs. I expect her to go running for the bathroom or shower, instead she steals a pair of my boxer briefs from my closet and an undershirt.
Holly’s smile is wide. “I like the feel of you inside me.”
Damn it, her words make me hard in an instant. I walk fast, trying to remember she’s hungry. Pulling the menus from the drawer, I go through them.
“Ohh, a barbeque place will deliver?” She makes a grab for the menu, eyes wide.
“You like barbeque?”
“Um, hello, the last half-dozen years of my life were spent in the south. I love brisket but I never make it. It’s so much meat, and it just doesn’t taste the same frozen then unfrozen.”
“They are famous for their brisket, we can get plenty. There are great hot sausages, too. Ribs?”
She makes a face. “Not unless they’re boneless, and beef instead of pork.”
“They have both and that works for me. Yes to hot sausages? I’ll place the order.” Phoning in the order, they give me a delivery time of a half-hour. I call the front desk to let them know.
Catching her close, I carry her to the couch where we do some serious necking until I leave her neck and chest covered in enough hickies I’d be ashamed, if I wasn’t so proud to leave my mark on her.
I resent the arrival of the food until she whispers a promise, as she guides me by my hard cock to the dining table. We eat from the boxes using our fingers. We spend dinner talking about our favorite places to eat in the city. Once we’re done, I help her clean up the kitchen then start the dishwasher.
“Movie in bed?” I ask as I take her hand, walking her toward the hall.
“I need a long hot shower first. Not to sound like an excuse, but I haven’t washed my hair in a few days. I’ll be in after a little bit, okay?” She offers a kiss.
I take it, “My bed when you’re done.” I order, she nods as she laughs.
Waiting for her, I flip through the channels without interest after I take my own quick shower. Almost twenty minutes later she comes in, wearing a red teddy that looks like the black one she wore. I lose interest in the idea of a movie very fast.
****
The next morning, Amelia is waiting in my office. Good girl. She usually doesn’t come in for another hour. I sit down at my desk, waiting.
“I’m sorry, Ethan, for everything I said last night. There I was pushing you together, then it happens and I’m a jealous baby about it. I promise I’ll apologize to Holly. I love her. She’s practically my best friend. Please don’t be angry with me, even though I deserve it.”
“You keep telling me that you want me to treat you like an adult, act like one, damn it. You’ve been avoiding me for over a week, lying to me and Holly about lunch dates in order to hide your new relationship.”
Blushing, she refuses to meet my eyes. “I know. It’s just that you do the big brother thing in high gear the minute I mention a guy. Running background checks on them, asking them questions, like they’re on the witness stand, making them defend their life. A new relationship needs time to grow before it gets trampled on by your heavy handedness.”
“All right, I’ll try, I really will, to respect this time you’re talking about. As long as once you get comfortable enough, you will be a grown up and introduce me. Then I’ll do the background checks, and while I reserve the right to question them, it won’t be an interrogation.”
Nodding, she smiles, trying to get me to as well. I’m not feeling it just yet. “I will, Ethan. I promise.” She knows she isn’t completely forgiven, but leaves while she thinks she’s ahead.
The only problem is I still don’t trust her. Short of putting her under surveillance there isn’t anything I can really do. Even I’m not willing to go that far.
I call Holly, needing to hear her voice, “Hey, have you heard from Amelia yet?”
“Yes, she texted me this morning begging forgiveness, and asking to meet me for lunch. I’m delaying answering right now.”
“Whatever you want do is fine with me. Enough about Amelia, I’ll be home around seven-thirty, sounds good?”
“Sounds very good.”
****
And things are good, very good. Until Friday, when I say fuck it and leave early around four. I have to be at a work dinner at eight tonight, and a client’s launch party Saturday that starts at six, but I won’t get there until after seven. Already, I’m resenting not getting home to Holly until late. Once I’m home, I don’t see Holly, but I hear her phone go off in her room. I know she usually reads in her room once she’s done for the day.
“Hey, Amelia, nothing much. I’m just reading the book for the book club on Saturday.”
There’s silence for a few minutes.
“Umm, I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.”
More silence.
“Okay, no, I won’t do that either.”
Amelia’s response is much longer.
Before Holly’s voice had been soft now she sounds pissed. “No, I’m not going to lie to Ethan. One, I don’t lie to people I care about, it always comes back to bite you in the ass and two, I’m not a good liar. Ethan would see right through me and he won’t be forgiving about it. Didn’t you tell him just a few days ago you were going to be an adult? Tell him you have plans on Sunday with your guy, or maybe we can all have brunch together where you finally introduce them. Since Ethan doesn’t usually take me out, we can do it here. I doubt he’ll listen to me much, but two buffers between Ethan and the guy are better than one. Your brother cares about you. I get he’s not the sweetest guy about it, but I believe what he told you. He isn’t trying to control you, he’s trying to protect you. Don’t hold that against him.”
Silence for less than thirty seconds.
Now Holly sounds sad. “That is a low, fucking blow. You know what, Amelia? Fuck you. You are such a fucking child. You go on and on about Ethan not treating you like an adult. It’s because you never fucking act like one.”
Fucking Amelia. I walk into Holly’s room to find her in a ball her eyes are filled with tears but she looks like she’s trying to keep from crying. Without hesitation, I lay on the bed and pull her into my arms. Her arms go around my neck, she sniffles. “I’m sorry I called Amelia a bitch.”
“You didn’t, you just told her to fuck off. However, you were well within your rights to call her a bitch. What she asked of you wasn’t fair. You said ‘no’ nicely more than once. But that’s Amelia, she’s always pushing to get her own way. Do you want to tell me what she wanted you to lie about? You don’t have to. I’m simply happy you weren’t willing to. I’m glad to know your policy on lying.” I squeeze her tightly to assure her.
“She wanted me to tell you we had brunch, then shopping plans for basically the whole morning and afternoon on Sunday. Essentially, she and her boyfriend, even though she shied away from the title, are doing the brunch thing then movies. Since they both work a lot, Sunday is one of the few days they can get together.” She snuggles into me with a sigh. “What are you doing home so early? Not that I’m complaining.” A hand goes down my chest.
“I have a client dinner tonight at eight. The guy’s a nice man, however he always keeps the meeting going until at least midnight. I don’t want you waiting up, because if you did, I’d keep you up way too late.” She laughs. Fuck, her laughter makes my chest ache. “When I come home, I do want to find you in my bed.” It’s an order.
“Yes, lord and master Bishop. Dressed or undressed?”
“Guess.”
Holly giggles like a little girl and I’ve never heard anything so cute in my life. My arms tighten around her. “I’m sorry I listened in on your conversation. I should have let you know I was here. However, I won’t say I’m sorry to learn you’ll never lie to me. You’re right, you’re as clear as glass and I hate liars.”
“It is your home and it’s okay. Lying only ends up getting you all tangled up trying to keep everything in order. You’re right though, I’m horrible at lying. I was always so sure my dad knew I was lying. I think I’m still sure people can tell.”
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah, sorry I got all weepy on you.”
Squeezing her tight, I shake my head. “No apologies. If anything, I should be apologizing for Amelia.”
“You home in the middle of the day feels like a special treat even if you’ll be gone tonight. How about I give you a special treat?” She asks as she unzips my pants.
Damn, I’m lucky.