by Mia Carson
“You watch too much television,” I grumbled at her as I tossed the pillow on the couch. “My surgery is scheduled for Tuesday.”
“Whatever.” She laughed. She followed me again as I headed to the kitchen to make sure I had everything I planned to make for dinner. “You know, Dad, I know you’ve only known her a week, but I can tell she’s special. You never did this kind of stuff for Denise.”
I stared at her, her observation both truthful and frightening. “I’ll admit, she is special, but I’m nowhere near ready to propose. It’s been a week!”
Cara smiled at me, walked over, and kissed my cheek. “But you will, won’t you? You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” My eyes were locked on hers, and though I was silent, she nodded and walked away. “I knew it! Nana owes me ten dollars!”
I sucked in a breath. “What do you mean?”
She grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and tossed her hair over her shoulder as she left the kitchen. “I bet Nana ten dollars your relationship with Ms. Ulrich would jump from dating to serious in less than a month. You beat my time schedule, but I still won!”
“Smartass!” I yelled after her. I heard her laughing as she closed her bedroom door. I continued my search for the ingredients for my famous fajitas, my thoughts on Cara’s comments. How had she known I’d fall for Mel so hard, so quickly? My daughter, like her mother, could read people almost as if she were psychic. She carefully observed the people around her and made accurate conclusions about them. She’d seen Mel and me together twice for short periods of time, but she knew me well. I must have been acting differently this week.
I smiled. That was fine. I’d come to terms with the fact that I was falling for her, and my daughter didn’t mind one bit. So after tonight, Mel would have to come to dinner with Cara. I wanted the two of them to get to know each other better. I knew they were already close because of the dance team, but this would be a different kind of closeness.
I found the meat and pulled it out to thaw, the smile stuck on my face like it had been painted on.
Mel
I glanced at my phone again to make sure I was heading in the right direction. Will had texted me his address earlier so I could drive myself. I’d told him it was silly for him to drive to get me when he was busy cooking. I’d packed a small bag, hoping I wasn’t being presumptuous. I was certain, though, that Will wouldn’t think I was intruding.
I pulled through the gate at the end of their drive and gasped. Everything was beautiful here, even the fence and gate. I drove down the long drive, my head swiveling left and right so I could see all the sights. Cows grazed lazily in the fields, which were so green it looked as if they’d been painted. The house was a sight, too, suddenly popping up on the horizon and growing larger as I drove toward it. Magnificent, I thought, my eyes wide as it came into full view.
The outbuildings perfectly complimented the house, and the horses running in the paddock added to the feeling I had that I was looking at a painting rather than real life. I parked my car beside his truck and climbed out, smelling the fresh air. I could smell the hay, the horses, the grass, and I fell in love with the place.
Will waited at the door for me, smiling. As I walked closer, he met me at the bottom of the steps. “Where’s your bag?”
I laughed at his greeting. He wrapped his arms around me and smiled down at me. “It’s in my car. I wasn’t sure…”
“Cara is gone, and if you want to, I’d love for you to spend the night,” Will said. I nodded my head, and he kissed me hard on the lips before walking back to my car. “I’ll grab it, gorgeous, and then I’ll give you a tour.”
When I stepped inside the door, the scents of spicy meat reached my nostrils. “Wow, something smells good.”
“Fajitas with all the trimmings,” he said proudly. “My specialty. Want a tour of the house?”
“Yes, please.”
Will showed me the house proudly, telling me what each room was. He pointed out Cara’s door but didn’t open it, claiming he had no idea what the condition of her room might be. I laughed as we continued down the hall.
“I use the other spare bedroom as an office.” He opened the door to a room so masculine I thought testosterone might be leaking out of the walls.
I stepped in and whistled. “This office is so you.” The walls were painted to resemble leather, and several paintings as well as photos hung at intervals on the walls. Curtains, a deep red and pulled back to reveal a devastatingly beautiful backyard, hung from the windows, which were as tall as Will. The chair behind the overly large desk was dark leather and looked like you could fall asleep in it.
I stepped to the windows and looked out into the backyard. “Your backyard looks like a resort. I keep listening for the crash of waves.”
He laughed. “My late wife always wanted a beautiful backyard, somewhere she could relax with a cup of coffee or a margarita.”
“You accomplished it,” I told him.
“She never enjoyed it. Cara and I didn’t move into this house until after she’d died,” Will told me. He stepped up behind me and put his arms around me.
“How did she die?” I asked, and quickly added, “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
“No, you can ask. She had cancer. She was fine, went to the doctor because she had no energy, and they told us. She lived for six more months,” Will replied, his voice melancholy. “The chemo was fifty/fifty, so she decided against it. She wanted to spend her last few weeks having fun with Cara, not in a bed so sick she couldn’t move.”
“She sounds like a great lady,” I murmured, feeling his breath against my ear.
He turned me around to look into his eyes. “She would have liked you.”
“Good. I’d hate to think you’d bring a woman into Cara’s life she wouldn’t approve of. Doesn’t seem right, you know.”
“I do know, and I knew you would know it, too. That’s what I like about you,” Will said, nuzzling my neck.
I tilted my head so he had better access to my neck. “You know, you haven’t shown me your room,” I whispered huskily. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry for something other than fajitas right now.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asked into my neck, his warm breath leaving a cool trail where he’d kissed me. “What’s that?”
“You.” I put my hands on either side of his face and lifted it until our lips met. I cupped his cheeks with my hands, and he cupped my butt cheeks with his hands, holding me tightly against him so I could feel the erection just beginning to emerge.
“I’ve been dying to be inside you all week. It’s all I could think about,” he murmured against my lips.
“Take me to bed or lose me forever,” I said to him, smiling wickedly.
“Top Gun?” he asked, his smile broad.
“Oh, yeah. One of my favorites,” I told him. “And I mean it!”
“I’ll see what I can do about that,” he said. His hands were on my ass, and he used the leverage to lift me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began kissing his neck as he walked down the hall to the last door. He kicked open the door, then kicked it shut behind him, and pressed my back against the wall.
What I thought would turn into a hard, fast fuck, slowed immediately when he knelt and lifted one foot to remove my shoe, then the other. He unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them over my hips, leaving my underwear on after I’d kicked the jeans off. He ran his hands up both my sides, taking my shirt with them as he rose. I lifted my arms, and he slipped the shirt off my body. He skillfully unhooked and removed my bra quickly and captured my wrists with one hand, lifting my arms above my head so my breasts were arched outward and in his face.
“Mmmhmm,” he hummed as he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked. My moan escaped my lips, and I was grateful Cara had been sent off. Tonight was going to be a loud night.
“Will,” I whispered as his fingers slipped into my panties and slowly pulled them down. He knelt again, lifting one leg t
hen the other to remove my panties. He buried his face between my legs, inhaling my scent before spreading my thighs so he could slip his tongue into my slit, gently licking my clit with the tip. I jerked in pleasure and spread my legs further. I wanted to feel his whole tongue on me. He read my mind and licked me from my opening to my clit, lingering there until I shook with sensations.
Both my palms were pressed against the wall, and my head fell back with a hollow thump against it. The sensations his tongue forced on my clit began to shoot up and through my body, and I let out a cry as the orgasm that had been threatening caused all my muscles to contract. Pleasure surged through me, and my knees weakened. When he felt me sliding down the wall, he scooted back and helped me land softly on my knees in front of him.
My hands fisted in the shirt he should no longer be wearing. I yanked him forward until our faces were so close out noses were touching. Through clenched teeth, I hissed, “Why are you still wearing clothes?”
He chuckled, and I pushed him roughly backwards so that he landed with an oof on his back. Like a panther, I crawled up his body and unbuttoned his jeans using my teeth as well as my fingers. I pulled the jeans and boxers down together until I could toss them aside. My fingers began at his ankles and slowly tickled every inch of his legs. When I reached his thighs, I slipped my hand between them and ran my finger along the underside of his balls. He tensed, and I froze.
“No, baby, I like it,” he whispered. “Please, don’t stop.”
I smiled to myself and continued my ministrations, running my finger up and down his balls. His cock was rigid, so I used another finger to run along the vein on the bottom. Then I followed my finger with my tongue until I reached the sensitive tip. I sucked it into my mouth, relaxed my throat, and took him into my mouth as deeply as I could. He sucked in a breath and hissed it out when I began to move up and down in a rhythm.
“Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” he repeated over and over.
I wished I could see his face, but he was flat on his back. I used my hand to stroke his shaft, letting it follow my mouth up and down in the rhythm he very obviously loved, if his continuous groans were to be believed. His muscular thighs clenched and unclenched as I moved up and down on his cock, and I could barely see his stomach muscles doing the same. The feeling of his cock in my mouth was too much. I wanted him inside me now.
I crawled up his body slowly, pushing his shirt up so I could kiss every inch of his chest until I reached his neck. He lifted slightly to pull the shirt off his head. He put his hands on the back of my head as I licked his little nipples until they hardened. I straddled him on the floor, allowing my pussy to hover over his cock teasingly as I continued kissing and licking his skin.
When I reached his lips, I sunk into the kiss, letting my tongue dance over his mouth, my juices fresh on his lips. I slipped my tongue in his mouth as I put my hands into his hair, using my forearms on the floor for balance. My pussy, wide, wet, and ready, inched closer to his cock until it rested on him. I didn’t allow him to sneak inside, though. I moved my hips so my pussy slid over his cock, wetting it, heating it, and increasing my desire and his.
“Damn, woman, I can’t wait to be inside of you,” Will growled at me when I lifted up to look into his eyes. His hands were on my hips and he tried to adjust so his cock would enter me, but I pressed down.
“I want you inside me. I’ve been waiting for this all week,” I told him. “But in my time.” I slid down his body again and took his cock quickly in my mouth, removing my juices from him. I looked up at him. “My wetness tastes so good when I lick it off you.”
Will
My eyes widened when she said, “My wetness tastes so good when I lick it off you.” Talking dirty had always turned me on, and even though my cock was hard as iron, I swear it hardened even more.
“Oh, baby, you’re killing me with that mouth. In more ways than one.” She hummed while my cock was in her mouth, and I nearly exploded. “I want inside you now, Mel. Now!”
My hands grabbed her shoulders and lifted her mouth off my cock. Her eyes were on mine when I sat up, and I stared into hers. We sat still for a moment, eyes locked. She was the one. There would be no other than her after this. I cupped her face with my hands and pulled her to me. I kissed her, trying to instill all the love I felt at that moment into the kiss.
I rose, holding her so that she rose with me, our lips remaining attached, though a little awkwardly. She giggled around our kiss, and I smiled against her lips. Without warning, I tossed her over my shoulder and spanked her ass playfully, causing her to squeal.
“Will! What the hell—?” She squeaked when I dropped her unceremoniously on my bed and pounced on her.
I kissed her pretty pussy, reveling in the taste of her. I ran my lips over her stomach, dipping my tongue briefly into her navel. I tugged at one nipple with my teeth, the other with my fingers, and she squirmed until her legs were wide open. I rested my hips against hers, my cock so close to her pussy again that I could feel the damp heat escaping from what was quickly becoming my favorite thing in the world.
“Now, Will!” she screamed when the tip of my cock touched her opening. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled. I added to the forward motion with a thrust of my hips, and my cock was inside her, balls deep.
Her head thrashed back against the pillow, and I felt her pussy clenching around my cock immediately. The woman climaxed so quickly and easily, but it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to hear her scream again. And I wanted to be the only man who made her scream ever again.
I thrust into her, bending my head so I could suck her nipple into my mouth. Her hips arched up, and she moaned again. Still not enough. I pulled out, and she whimpered, looking at me like I’d stolen her candy. I flipped her over onto her stomach, hauled her up on her knees, and plunged my cock back into her. Her pussy was still vibrating from the last orgasm, and the sudden plunge at a different angle caused the clenching to begin anew and more vigorously.
When she reached between her legs to massage her clit to lengthen her climax, I felt the beginning of mine. I waited until she moaned loudly, then slapped her ass a little harder than I meant to. She let out a scream, just like I’d wanted, and my orgasm forced a yell out of my mouth as well.
***
Sleeping next to Mel was where I belonged. She belonged with me, and I belonged with her. She snuggled for a minute, kissed my lips softly, and rolled over on her own side as if she could read my mind.
And my mind was filled with questions. I had known this woman for a week. Of course, I’d known of her because she taught my daughter, but in the past week, I’d learned her. Learned the things she loved, like Mexican food, choreography, Quentin Tarantino movies, and Texas country. Learned about her family in Lubbock, who she wasn’t incredibly close with. Learned about her best friend, Madison, who felt more like a sister to her and was dying to meet me.
All these things endeared her to me, but could I possibly love her in a week? I hadn’t been in love since Carol, and this felt similarly different. Similar in the fact that I wanted her with me all the time, just like I had wanted Carol with me all the time. Different because she was nothing like Carol. But was I in love with her, or simply lonely?
I heard her soft breathing and reached over to trace my finger softly down her spine. She didn’t move, even though I was sure she would be hungry when she woke. I climbed out of bed and slipped on some basketball shorts. I walked to the hallway where I had dropped her bag and set it on the bathroom counter where she would find it when she woke.
My thoughts of whether I loved her or just wanted someone with me continued as I moved to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on dinner.
Mel
The rest of that evening was like a dream of perfection. I fell in love with him that night. We ate fajitas and drank tequila until we were silly. Then we made love off and on all night. The man could play my body like an expert violinist. I came so fast and so often that I thought I m
ight get dehydrated.
Over the next month, we spent as much time together as we could, though we did not say we loved each other. We both knew the truth, though—we were in love. But we were both afraid to say it out loud. Silly, but protecting oneself from pain often leads to wasting time.
Cara and I became close, though I tried my best not to treat her with any kind of preference. Brittani, Denise’s daughter, caused a few problems here and there. She mumbled under her breath so I knew she was being insulting but couldn’t clearly hear the words. She and Cara had a screaming match before practice one day that resulted in both being suspended from the next game. I thought Will would come unglued, but he heard Cara’s side, understood that Brittani was trying to bully her, and left it alone.
