I stand up and face him and Colton grabs my face, pulling me in for a kiss. When he moves back, we look around with surprise. When did the rain stop? I didn’t even notice.
“Come back to the hotel with me,” his voice is raspy. “Let’s get cleaned up,” he offers.
“I’d love that,” I agree.
We quickly tug our clothes back into place and as we walk out of the park, Colton tosses the used condom in the trash. I’ve never experienced anything like this before, but I’ll be damned if I want it to stop now.
* * *
Chapter 7 - Colton
I open the door to my hotel room for Alana and she walks inside trembling. Her teeth are chattering as the cold from the rain finally settles into her bones. Letting the door fall closed behind me, I rub my hands over her soft arms slowly. “We need to get you warmed up, you’re freezing,” I’m surprised by how chilly her skin is.
“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” She shakes like a leaf.
“No, of course not,” I hold out my hand toward the door.
“I won’t be long,” she tries to smile, but her chattering teeth won’t let her.
I walk into the main room and strip off my waterlogged clothes, dropping them into a pile on the floor. Crossing the floor, stark naked, I pick up the hotel binder and flip through the pages, searching. There it is, I tap my finger against the laminated page, laundry service. We’ll definitely need that. Poor Alana doesn’t have anything else to wear. I plop the book down on the table and go to the armoire against the far wall, tugging it open. Luckily there are two terry cloth robes hanging inside. That should keep her warm until her clothes get taken care of.
Only when I’m not keeping her warm between the sheets, that is.
I tilt my head and listen to the splash of the shower head hitting the tub with beads of water. She’s grabbing a shower. My cock twitches at the thought of joining her, of seeing her naked with warm water cascading over her luscious curves. I make my way to the bathroom door as my cock grows fuller with lust. I twist the doorknob but it’s locked. Disappointment crashes over me. She locked me out? Why?
Pouting, I head back into the main room and plunk down on the bed. Grabbing the remote from the nightstand, I turn on some music and listen as Alana turns off the water and opens the shower curtain. Seconds later she walks into the room nervously with a towel firmly twisted around her.
“You locked me out,” I pretend to sulk. Well, mostly pretend. Part of it is genuine.
“Sorry, I just thought I should shower alone,” she looks down shyly, biting her lip.
“Come over here,” I pat the bed beside me. “Why the change of heart? Is everything okay?”
Alana hops into the bed and quickly covers herself up with the comforter, she traces nervous circles on the blanket with her fingertips and won’t look at me.
Fuck. I’ve upset her. Maybe she’s having regrets about the park. Maybe she’s having regrets about me.
“What’s going on? Are you upset with me?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” she still refuses to meet my eyes.
“Then what?”
“I just, well, I don’t want you to see me naked. I feel like you won’t like me if you do,” she whispers her confession.
“Are you kidding me? Do you see how hard you’ve got me,” I nod down to my cock, ready for another round. “Alana, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. Seeing your body isn’t going to change my mind on that. I love your soft curves. I love how womanly you are. Don’t be ashamed or try to hide from me, please.” I slide across the bed toward her and kiss her tenderly. First on the lips, but then I trail my kisses over to her earlobe and down her neck.
Alana moans softly and I pull back the comforter and tug the towel from her body. She gasps and tries to pull the blanket back up. “Don’t do that. Let me see you. Alana, I’m not lying, you are amazing. Inside and out. Every inch of your body and every inch of your soul is beautiful,” my voice is hoarse as she relaxes and I let my gaze travel over her buxom curves.
She looks up at me from under her eyelashes and her cheeks burn with a rosy hue as I graze my fingertips down her neck, over her collarbone and down to her breasts. I cup her large tits in my broad hands and hover over her. My cock throbs with desire as I take her pink nipple into my mouth and lick the diamond tip. Teasing her with my tongue, I thrash against her nipple before giving the same attention to her other breast.
Alana moans softly and wiggles underneath me. I can feel the heat bloom between her thighs and I can barely contain myself from climbing on top of her and taking her again. “I need you. You see how sexy you are? I fucking need you right now,” I quickly kiss her lips before sliding off the edge of the bed and grabbing a condom from my overnight bag.
“Hurry,” her voice is throaty and I tear open the package as quickly as my fingers can manage and slide the condom down my shaft.
I climb back up onto the bed and settle between her legs, watching her as I tug her thick thighs open and throw her ankles up on my shoulders. Grabbing my cock by the base, I sink into her wet, tight pussy in one desperate thrust. My hand wraps up in her wet hair and I give it a tug as I fuck her relentlessly. Alana’s quiet moaning grows louder until they become cries of passion that I’m pretty sure can be heard in the next room over. Her pussy bears down on my cock and my orgasm shreds through me like a tidal wave crashing down on a pristine beach. My cum spurts out like I hadn’t just taken her against a tree less than an hour ago. Like I won’t be taking her again and again, all night long.
“Fuck you’re so sexy,” I growl in her ear and pull out, quickly hopping off the bed and tossing the full condom in the trash. “Do you need anything? Water?” I offer.
“Just you beside me,” she purrs. I hop in next to her, only too happy to comply. Burrowing beneath the covers I wrap my arm around her, spooning her as we rest our heads on the pillows.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” her voice is mournful.
“I was thinking about that,” I answer and she turns to look at me, hopeful. “You see, when I get back to Canada, I have a bunch of post-deployment and annual leave I can use. I was thinking about taking it all and coming back here for seven weeks. I mean, if you’d like that,” I run my hand through my hair.
“Like it? I’d love it! Oh Colton, that would be amazing.” There’s that smile, the broad, sensual smile that warms my heart.
“Consider it done,” I murmur, pulling her beautiful ass back into me so I can hold her tight.
As sleep begins to overcome me I smile. Maybe I don’t have the perfect solution to the distance, but giving us another seven weeks is a great start. Who knows what we’ll figure out from there. I let my imagination run wild as sweet dreams of Alana overtake me.
THE END
7
Total Package
Chapter 1 - Grayson
“Alright, I’ve got some extra buttery popcorn and sodas, I think we’re good to go,” I put down the snacks on the coffee table in front and plunk down on the couch next to my daughter. “What movie did you pick for tonight, Celeste?”
“Inside Out,” she smiles broadly, her eyes twinkling from behind her bright pink glasses.
“The one about the feelings?” I vaguely remember images from the Pixar commercials.
“Yup,” Celeste crams a handful of popcorn into her face and munches loudly as she turns on the show.
“Cool, as long as you never make me watch that Justin Bieber documentary again, I’m good,” I laugh and crack open a Pepsi, slouching back into the couch.
“I’ll make a Belieber out of you one day,” she teases me, not taking her eyes off the opening scene.
“Not in this lifetime,” I shake my head and grab some popcorn.
The movie isn’t going for five minutes when Celeste’s phone buzzes with a text. It irritates me that she gets texts at all, but I know it’s different from when we were kids. When I was twelve I had no interest in talking
on my parents’ landline, let alone on a cell phone all day. I was too busy playing outside with my friends instead of hiding in my house sending them messages, one sentence at a time. I know I’m getting old, cause I don’t get it. Pretty soon I’ll need to start yelling at young whippersnappers to get off my lawn.
Celeste picks up her cell and, to my surprise, shuts it off. I can’t help the smile that slides over my face. She’s a good kid. It’s nice to know that movie night with her Dad is still more important to her than grade seven gossip. I know it won’t last, so I’ll take these moments when I can get them.
The two of us chomp on popcorn and watch as the girl in the movie faces being uprooted and moved across the country. That’s rough. I’ve been there. My father used to move for his job as a professor every few years. It was important to Celeste’s mother and I to give her a life of stability. I wanted her to have those epic friendships that I’d missed out on. The ones where you met in kindergarten and then were godparents for each other’s children. That’s why I went into the trades. I built my plumbing company from the ground up and now employ about twenty guys. You don’t get much more settled than that. Obviously, it hasn’t been perfect. When my wife, Brooke, was killed in a car accident, it took away a lot of the stability I’d worked so hard to build. However, we’ve stuck together and made it through the other side of our grief together. Even after four years, I miss her.
“Ugh, I don’t feel great,” Celeste interrupts my thoughts and rubs her hands over her belly.
“What’s wrong? Are you sick?” I sit up straight and look at her. She doesn’t look pale or feverish.
“I don’t know, can you pause the show, I’ll be right back,” she stands up abruptly and heads to the bathroom.
“Sure,” I pick up the remote and freeze the screen, waiting for her to come back.
“Um, Dad?” Celeste calls me from the bathroom. Damn, I guess she is sick. I wonder if it was something she ate today?
I walk down the hall, “What’s going on, hon?” I yell outside the door.
“Um, I, well, I started my period and I don’t have anything.” Her voice is muffled from inside the bathroom.
Shit. “Um, okay, don’t worry, I’ll go to the store. Can you just use some paper towel for now?”
“I guess,” I can hear her rummaging around and I go the entryway and get my shoes on. Celeste comes out wincing and holding her stomach.
“Hey, how about you lie down on the couch, I’ll get you some painkillers,” I offer and she just nods at me wordlessly. I grab her some Tylenol and water, not really sure what to say.
“Here you go, hon.” I hand her the pills and glass of water and stand awkwardly, trying to think of something comforting to tell her. “Everything is going to be okay, I’m just going to run to the pharmacy real quick, okay? You relax and take it easy, I’ll be right back,” I force a smile.
“Thanks Dad,” my little girl looks up at me and smiles. Not so little anymore I guess. This is definitely one of those times we both miss Brooke.
* * *
Chapter 2 - Addison
I walk into the Walgreens and quickly make my way down to the soap and bodywash section. I’m on a mission for the most luxurious bubble bath I can find. If I have to spend half my night boiling water to get a decently warm bath, then it better be worth my while.
I can’t live like this anymore. I stop in front of a wall of brightly colored bottles with names like Strawberry Kisses and Lavender Wishes on them. I stare at the bottles, lost in a labyrinth of promises to make my skin softer, smoother, silkier and sweeter.
My hot water tank has been busted for over a week now. With my shift work, it’s been damned near impossible to schedule a repair guy to come in and take care of it. I had today off and spent nine hours of it waiting for the service guy to show, but nada. I probably called at least ten times, but each time I got the same story, he would be there. Relax.
Except he didn’t show. And I’m tired of driving a half hour each way to my sister’s place just to keep clean. I’m at my wit’s end. It’s not like I live in some kind of dump. I just signed all the paperwork on a mortgage for over three hundred grand for a nice house that I’ve busted my ass to buy. It would be nice to actually have hot water come out of the taps for that much cash.
I realize I’ve dazed out, the colors of the bottles are all swirled together before my eyes like the collage of hues I used to see in puddles as a child that had a drop of gasoline in them from Dad’s constantly broken down car.
Giving my head a shake, I focus my eyes and grab a bottle that promises to soothe my tensions away. Something I could definitely use right now. I turn on my heel to hit the checkout line and bump into a man standing behind me, lost in his own daze of indecision. Except he’s staring at a wall of tampons and maxi pads on the opposite side of the aisle.
“Oops, sorry about that,” I touch my fingertips to where I banged into his shoulder and freeze as our eyes meet. Wow, his blue eyes lock me in place and steal my voice from my throat. My fingers slide over his tight, broad shoulder slowly as we wordlessly stare at each other.
“That’s okay. Hey didn’t you just move in next door?” recognition flashes in his baby blues and he flashes me a toothy smile.
“Are you on Norwood Drive?” I search his unfamiliar, handsome face and pull my hand off him, realizing I’m still awkwardly touching him. However, he doesn’t seem to mind a bit. Neither of us step back or try to put space between us. Standing this close to him feels completely natural. Completely comforting. Completely right.
“I am, sorry I haven’t come over and said hi yet, life has been hectic,” he nods toward the wall of pads and tampons. “I’m Grayson Gallant,” he holds out his thick, white hand and I grasp my dark fingers around it. His shake is firm but gentle.
“Addison Green, it’s nice to meet you,” I manage to utter the understatement of the year.
I glance over at the endless selection of feminine products and back to him, dropping his hand. It’s cute how his cheeks are kissed pink as he helplessly flickers his eyes over all the boxes.
“Do you need help choosing one?” I offer, finally taking a step back from him and turning so we’re both facing the seemingly endless supplies advertising cooling weaves and helpful names like Tampax Pearl. You’d think our periods were the time that we tried out for the Olympics with all the boxes advertising how sporty the options are.
“Is it that obvious?” His skin burns a little brighter and the pink spreads to his ears as he runs his broad hand through his dark brown hair. “I thought I had the single dad thing down, but Celeste, my daughter, she just started her first period and I have no idea what she needs,” his blue eyes slide over the assortment of pads and tampons and then lock on mine, silently pleading for guidance.
I tilt my head and smile; how could I not help out a single Dad in need? “Here, you can’t go wrong with this,” I pluck a box from the shelf and hand it to him. “She’s lucky to have a Dad that cares so much,” the smile tugging at my lips spreads even further when our hands touch. I clear my throat, “Anyway, I should go, my hot water tank is broken, so I’ve got to track down someone to fix it,” I force myself to look away from his chiseled jaw and his pink lips.
“You’ve just met him,” Grayson’s eyes light up and he seems to stand a little taller. “I’m a plumber, I can come over tomorrow and get you all fixed up, if you want?”
“Really? That would be amazing,” I can’t hide the excitement in my voice and it’s not just about the water. I’ve gotta admit, the idea of watching him use his, um, tools, on my…plumbing. Okay, that’s enough Addison, shut it down. “How much do you charge?” I can feel heat burn through my cheeks as I try to keep my wits about me.
“No charge, not after you helped me out. Besides, you’re my neighbor,” he smiles and I feel like a cold shower might not be such a bad idea after all.
“I can’t argue with that,” I answer. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorro
w then,” I cringe as I turn and find a checkout. My voice was too sing-songy. Too excited. I don’t care though, I buy my bubble bath and look over my shoulder at him before I retreat to my car, happy to have another excuse to spend time with him tomorrow. Things are finally turning around, and the heat is definitely being turned up.
* * *
Chapter 3 - Grayson
“Hey, Celeste, you alright?” I walk into the front hall and peek inside the living room where my daughter is still lying on the couch.
“Yeah, I’m good. You don’t have to look so worried, Dad. It’s just my period. It’s not like I need my leg amputated or something,” she smiles up at me from the couch.
“I’m not worried,” I shrug it off with a lie. “I’m the cool dad, remember?”
“We’ve been over this,” she gives me an exaggerated sigh, “you can’t give yourself a nickname. Not ‘Cool Dad’, not ‘Awesome-o’, and not ‘Captain Handsome,”’ she shakes her head.
“Fine,” I concede. “Well, someone got you the stuff you need, I’m not saying it was ‘Cool Dad’ necessarily, but I’ll just say I heard from ‘Captain Handsome’ that it might have been him,” I hold up the bag and Celeste laughs, stands up and grabs her supplies.
“Thanks,” she disappears down the hall to the bathroom.
“No problem, kiddo. Hey, do you want some tea or a hot water bottle or something? How can I help?”
“By not worrying,” she calls back over her shoulder and closes the bathroom door behind her.
She’s got me there, I am worried, but not about her period. More about what it represents. Celeste is growing up. Soon she’ll be bringing home boyfriends, going to her first unsupervised parties, keeping secrets. Am I ready? Is she really going to confide in her father when teenage drama begins to creep into her life? Is she going to tell me about her mistakes? About her heartbreaks?
Quickies Page 11
