by Adams, S. C.
Abby pressed her lips together, her eyes growing wide as she blushed beet red. Before I could clarify, she put up her hand.
“I know what you’re asking.”
Of course, she did. Her pussy and her ass were likely sore and for good reason too. We had had so much sex that even I felt a bit chafed. And when I was inside her, I couldn’t help but ram her with everything that I had. She was so sexy. My cock was constantly hard whenever I was around this gorgeous curvy woman.
She finally spoke up, putting her chin up confidently.
“Yes, I am sore, but in a good way. You know, if you want, you can kiss it to make it better.”
I jumped up as if to dive under the table and she reached out grabbing my arm, laughing wildly. I acted dumb, shrugging my shoulders.
“What? You asked.”
Giggling, she slapped my hand.
“Later. I think we might get kicked out if we start going at it here.”
I glanced around and sighed.
“Civilization always gets in the way.”
We sat on the deck eating, drinking, and talking for hours. By the time the last guest had left we were both three sheets into the wind and laughing like children. Feeling bad for the waiter, I tipped him generously, and we headed out for our walk back to the hotel. Abby put her arm through mine and I pulled her hand to my lips. She smelled so good.
The lights in the streetlamps flickered like candles and there was barely anyone around as we strolled up the cobblestones. The moon was shining brightly in the sky and the breeze whipped around us. With the waves hitting the shore with a gentle chorus, I grabbed Abby’s arm and spun her toward me. She giggled a little, and I put my hands on both sides of her face while staring deeply into her eyes.
On such a romantic night, there was no reason to hold back. I leaned forward and kissed Abby deeply. There was no other sexual touch, no foreplay, just a passionate and embracing kiss. I could feel her melting in my arms and that is exactly where I wanted to be. Whether we lasted forever, or if this was only a moment in time, it didn’t matter.
The rest of the trip was spent in each other’s arms, and when we arrived back in Farmington, neither of us really wanted to be apart. But life has to move forward, and reality settled in soon enough. I watched her drive off in her Camry, and as soon as she was gone, I felt strange somehow. Almost incomplete. I paced my apartment, unsure of what to do next.
I sat in the living room in silence, wishing I could still hear the ocean. Wishing I had Abby there to turn to. Whether to crack jokes or jump each other’s bones, her presence had become normal to me. The silence of the apartment no longer felt comfortable, and it made me think about what she said about a home. About feeling like everything was right in the world.
Those thoughts weighed on me, and I jerked when my phone buzzed on the table. I quickly picked it up, hoping to see Abby’s name on the screen, but it was just Jack, my best friend. I put the phone down again without answering. I didn’t want to hear him tell me how I was betraying my own goals. How I could be free, how I could be sleeping with anyone I wanted while on the road, untethered.
My phone beeped insistently again, and I stared at it for a moment. Jack had been the only one in my life besides my sister to be there for me through the years. But in that moment, I didn’t want to hear his words. I wanted to bask in the glow of the weekend for just a bit longer. I wanted the butterflies to continue to flutter in my stomach. I could still smell Abby’s sweet scent on me.
I put the phone down and let out a hoarse laugh while heading to the kitchen for a bourbon. My laugh wasn’t from anything funny at all. It was the fact that one girl, in one small town had managed to derail me so completely. How quickly they fall, I mused to myself as I sipped my drink. On the one hand, I was single and fancy-free, living a life as a playboy doctor. On the other, I’d just met a woman who changed my world view. Who made me think that the word “soulmate” actually can mean something. But what did I want?
Whatever choice I made, it was going to completely tear apart my life. The question was, did I want that? Was I ready to change? Was it even realistic to think I could change?
The evening was getting dark and the moon was already high in the sky. I forced the memories of the weekend from my mind. In its place I thought about work, about my patients, and about all the things that normally occupied my thoughts. But it was hopeless. Abby kept appearing in my mind’s eye, gorgeous and vibrant. Her laugh. Her smell. Her sweet, sensual curves. Was Ryder Rivington, playboy doctor, a thing of the past?
17
Abby
“So, what did you do while you were frolicking at the beach?” Mary asked, sucking the jelly from her donut from her fingers.
My appetite still wasn’t what it should have been, or what it had been in the past. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was this distraction called Dr. Rivington. My mind, my heart, and even my stomach tingled every time I thought of him. Every time the phone buzzed or blinked, I lost my breath. I figured by now it would have ceased but the reaction was still there, making me weak at the most inopportune moments.
I knew Mary was curious, I just wasn’t sure exactly what to tell her.
“We went to dinner at this cute Italian place. We spent time on the beach and hung out. You know, the normal vacation stuff.”
Mary paused. “Normal vacation stuff? Really? He hardly seems like a normal vacation type of guy. But sure, I’ll go with it. So, you hung out on the beach. You do look pretty tan.”
I glanced at my skin, realizing I was tan for me. Instead of my usual pale cream color, I now had a slight tinge of gold. Hopefully my mom wouldn’t notice, seeing that I was supposed to be in a convention center the whole time.
“Yeah. I mean, we spent a lot of the time inside.”
Mary smirked and she shook her head as she pulled apart another donut.
“Yum, that’s more like it. I knew you would. It was a wild sex filled weekend, right? Come on, fess up. How many times?”
My cheeks blushed. “I don’t remember.”
She gasped, putting her hand to her chest like she was shocked.
“How scandalous could you be? So many times, you can’t even remember? I bet you learned a whole lot of things you didn’t know before. That’s good. If it doesn’t work out with Dr. Rivington, you’ll be a sex goddess from all the experience. The men will line up for a chance with you.”
I popped a piece of my chocolate pastry in my mouth. “I don’t really think that’s the way it works, but sure. I’ll be much more informed then I was last time.”
Mary put her donut down and looked me up and down. “Why do you not seem enthusiastic enough about this? You act like it was a ho-hum kind of weekend for you, when I know it wasn’t.”
I shook my head with a sigh.
“No, it’s not that. The vacation was amazing, and probably the best weekend I’ve ever had. But it wasn’t just sex on the beach. There was more to it than that. There were conversations about who he is. Who I am. Hand holding, cuddling, and he kissed my nose like we were in a romance novel. This kind of thing doesn’t stay perfect forever. I’m not stupid.”
Mary wiped her mouth and leaned forward on her arms.
“Look, I know you aren’t, Abs. And I’m glad that you realize that life isn’t actually a fairy tale. But right now, it’s playing out like one, so stop worrying, and enjoy it. If it lasts forever you are the luckiest girl in the world, and if it doesn’t then you had one hell of a time while it did. Experiences, my dear. Collect all the experiences that life will give you, and even if you end up with a broken heart, you’ll be fine. You’ll be better for it in the long run.”
I didn’t want to think about a broken heart. I wanted to keep up the fantasy that Ryder would stay right here in Farmington, and never leave. I wanted it to be real. But in a way, Mary was right. I needed to make the best use of the time I had.
Still, I smiled a small, sad half-smile. Mary was my best friend and protector
. She didn’t want to see me unhappy or hurt, but this one was out of her control. Hell, it was out of my control too. I was on a crazy, heart-spinning ride, and unfortunately, I couldn’t get off until it was over.
My phone buzzed and I pulled it out, smiling at the screen. It was Ryder. It’s been a few of days since we got back and he’s been texting me non-stop. Unfortunately, my man was crazy-busy at work, so we hadn’t actually been able to see one another, but the texting was an okay substitute. Once we were together in person, we could discuss our future.
“That’s the face of a girl that just got a message from her lover boy,” Mary teased with a giggle. “What’s he saying? Dirty things? If it’s dirty I want to read them.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not dirty things. And even if it was, they are for my eyes only.”
Mary’s smile faded. “God, please don’t tell me he’s a dick pic kind of guy. Or worse! Like a foot fetish kind of guy. Is he sending you naked pictures of his BDSM little people collection? Tiny men in leather? All the hot ones always end up with the weirdest fetishes.”
I laughed loudly. “No! God, no. I don’t even know what I would say if he sent me something like that. I mean what would one say to that?”
Mary shrugged. “Nice chaps? That latex looks good on you? How do you walk in those eight inch heels? Whatever strikes your fancy.”
“Does that leash and collar come in pink?” I added.
Mary giggled. “There’s my sarcastic bitch. Unless you were being serious. If you were, get out. Now.”
I chuckled. “No, Ryder and I have been talking about our days. He sends me funny pictures of himself from work. The normal stuff. Nothing too crazy. He wakes me up with a sweet message every morning, and we’re supposed to hang out this weekend but I don’t know when. I’m going to drop by his place after work Friday and surprise him. Hopefully he’ll have time to hang out and let me cook him dinner.”
Mary pouted. “You never do that for me. Bitch.”
“You don’t make my knees shake and my mouth hang open,” I replied, sticking out my tongue.
Mary looked at me proudly. “Look at you with the dirty talk. I like this new Abby. Now I can make disgusting sex jokes at you and you’ll get it. It’s like leveling up in a video game, except instead of getting stronger, you get even more sarcastic. You level up enough and people won’t know whether you are just angry, or funny.”
I popped another piece of donut in my mouth and grinned.
“If Ryder has anything to say about it, I’ll be the Queen of Sarcasm by the time my twenty-first birthday comes around.”
Mary shook her head.
“Lucky you. My last date ended because the guy had a curfew. And I don’t mean we went to dinner and then he dropped me off with a kiss goodbye. I mean, we were back seat, parked out at the old factory on Interstate 81, my mouth wrapped around his cock, and he looked down at me and said, ‘Oh shit, I gotta go. My mom is going to be so mad.’ I literally said, ‘What?’ with a dick in my mouth.”
We both laughed.
“I don’t know what’s more disturbing. A, you making out by the old factory where homeless people live; B, he was thinking about his mother while getting some; or C, that he finds it so normal to have a curfew that he tells people about it.”
Mary put her hand out. “I know! As far as the location, everybody needs a little entertainment sometimes. There was another car there too, all steamed up, with the girl moaning while riding some guy to town. Let me tell you, the place was happening.” I giggled but Mary just shrugged. “And he texted me this morning about finishing it up but I told him my mother said he couldn’t come over to play.”
I snorted, covering my mouth. “That is not nice. Ha! Oh my God. You are too much.”
Mary pointed her spoon at me, now eating pudding. She was pigging out this morning, which actually was nice to see since I was usually the one with the most food.
“It’s too much maybe for the momma’s boy, but just right for the type of hot guy I want to take me back to hobo factory number four.”
I didn’t even know what to say to my friend anymore. I laughed and glanced down at my watch.
“Oh, shit. I need to get to work. I have a lot to catch up on since my head was in the clouds yesterday and I pretty much just said, screw it. Call me tonight.”
Mary waved. “Yep. Tell midget porno guy I said hello.”
“I will,” I said through a laugh. “I’ll send one of them over to you later to satisfy those needs.”
Mary winked. “You’re starting to get it now. Good. Send two.”
As I walked out the door Ryder sent another sweet message. Between Mary’s ridiculous jokes and Ryder showing me so much attention, I was on cloud nine. Now all I had to do was make it to Friday and then I could see his face again. I was dead set on having the conversation about “our future” during our next meeting, because it’d been on my mind non-stop.
But I wanted to make sure I was prepared for the worst. I wanted to be able to stand there, no tears, no anger, and be okay if he said he was going to move on to his next job. While I would most definitely be devastated, I would save the ugly tears for a private time. But despite my preparation for the worst, I still hoped for the best, or at least something somewhere in the middle.
After all, men can be pigs. They can be shallow and unemotional but that was not Ryder. He truly felt something for me deeper than physical attraction. I could see it on his face, and hear it in his voice. And he was a good guy, there was no denying it. I really couldn’t imagine him just telling me hasta la vista, baby.
Then again, I had a scarred past, and shouldn’t be surprised no matter what happened. After all my father pretty much flipped us the bird and said peace out. I can still remember what my mom’s face looked like when she read his note left on the table. It looked like someone hit her, out of nowhere, with a giant metal wrecking ball. So I guess men could be that way, but I really didn’t want to believe that it was Ryder. I wanted to believe that I knew him better than that.
I guess I would have to wait for Friday to find out.
* * *
“Happy Friday, Abby,” one of my colleagues yelled as I pushed the door open with my back.
“You too, Heidi,” I replied with a smile.
My arms were full, carrying all the stuff I had brought in for our normal Friday fun day at work. We did finger foods all day, wore crazy hats, and talked in accents when we answered the phones. At first my boss was terrified it was going to affect our ratings, but when they came back the next week, they had spiked, starting that Friday. Ever since then, he had implemented a mandatory fun day on Fridays. Mandatory and fun didn’t really go together, but hey, I got to munch on good food and wear a unicorn horn on my head. Why would anyone complain?
I tossed the box in the trunk of my car and took the unicorn horn off, hanging that on my rearview window. Checking myself out in the mirror I found that my makeup had lasted, and there was even a little glitter on my cheeks from the horn. I looked cute, and I couldn’t wait to wrap my cuteness around his hotness. I was dying to see Ryder, and I bounced in my seat, practically vibrating with energy.
I put on music and tapped my hands on the steering wheel as I made my way to his apartment. We had still been texting non-stop, except for this morning, when I oddly did not get my normal, “Hello, Beautiful,” text message. I didn’t think anything of it, though. Fridays were wildly busy at his office, so he was probably just slammed. Either way, I looked forward to seeing his surprised smile as I handed him my homemade brownies that were in the work box in the trunk before getting on to the really fun stuff.
How could a man turn down brownies after a long day at the office? They can’t. That’s the entire point.
I hummed to the radio as I pulled up in front of Ryder’s brownstone. The door was propped open and I could see that the old lady who lived next door had changed her décor. Her place was all decorated in red, white, and blue for the Fourth. She was
an interesting woman. I was just glad she didn’t know me personally because the town can get awful small when it comes to things like that.
Hopping out of the car, I grabbed the brownies and went up the steps and to the second door on the left. I rang the bell and stood back, smiling to myself. There was no answer. I rang again, but still no answer. Meandering back outside I looked up and down the street but I didn’t see Ryder’s car.
Weird. He must have had way more work than I thought he did. It was even possible he got called into the hospital for some sort of emergency. It’s okay. I cleared my whole evening for him so there was no harm in waiting a bit. I sat down on the steps outside and put the brownies in my lap. At least it was a beautiful day.
Cars passed by, people strolled along the sidewalk, and the bright sunshine quickly began to fade to dusk. Ryder still didn’t come. I texted him to see what he was up to, but he didn’t respond. As dusk turned to dark, the air became crisp and cool, and everything fell almost eerily silent. My heart had already dropped into my stomach hours before and now it was flip-flopping around and making me queasy.
A door creaked open behind me and I stood up nervously. The old woman who’s his neighbor came out, looking at me with a worried face.
“Hello, dear. I noticed you’ve been sitting here for hours. Are you alright?”
I smiled kindly at her. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I was just waiting for Ryder to get home. I came to surprise him thinking he would be off work already. I guess he had to stay late or something.”
She used the rail to help her along, her brow creasing.
“You mean the young man staying next door?”
I nodded.
“Yes. The doctor.”
She shook her head.
“But dear, the doctor moved out this morning. I saw him loading all his things with my own eyes, and he even said goodbye. Didn’t you know?”
My heart plummeted to the floor as rolling waves of nausea overcame me. What? How could this be happening?
