by Mia Ford
He crawled into bed beside me, and gently pulled me into his arms. I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heart beating, closing my eyes. It felt good to lay there, his arms wrapping me up tight, as if he would never let me go.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you, too,” he replied, squeezing me tighter.
I relaxed, letting my tears flow comfortably, and within seconds, fell asleep.
***
“So, how long before you guys leave?”
Bobby was helping me get dressed, easing my arms into my shirt and making sure he didn’t accidently hit any of the stitches. It was a painfully slow procedure, and I was happy I didn’t have to do it alone.
Andy was packing my bag, quickly scanning the room for anything he might have missed.
“What do you mean?” I asked, wincing slightly as I pulled the hem of my shirt over the bandages.
“Maine,” Andy said, looking from me to Bobby and back again.
I looked at my brother, letting him decide for the both of us.
“I’m thinking we might just stay after all,” he said with a smile. “Dennis is behind bars, and Andrea could do a lot worse than you. So, no real hurry, right?”
I smiled back and looked at Andy, winking at him. Bobby was finally on board.
“Besides, the divorce process is underway, and after the kidnapping charges, I think things will go a lot faster now,” Bobby continued.
“Jane will be thrilled,” Andy said, his eyes locked onto me, his smile stretching from ear to ear. He looked like a child who had been given a jar of candy.
“Only Jane?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Hey, you’re still under house arrest,” Bobby said. “Until you’re fully healed and ready to move around on your own. So, don’t get too excited.”
“We have a guest room,” I suggested.
Bobby squinted at me and Andy broke into laughter. “You’re like a teenager,” Bobby said.
I smacked his arm. “Fine, dad, just help me up, won’t you.”
“Would you hate me if I said I like that you’re helpless?” Bobby said. “At least now I won’t have to worry about you sneaking out of the house late at night.”
“Oh, believe me, I’ve learned my lesson,” I laughed, my merriment cut short when a stabbing pain radiated from below my chest. It still hurt to laugh.
“Easy,” Andy said, coming up beside me. “The sooner you heal, the better. Let’s not push ourselves.”
I smiled at Bobby. “See? He’s useful.”
“Shut up,” Bobby replied.
“That’s fine,” Andy chuckled. “Either way, I’m heading out to Manchester tonight. I can expect a guest room when I get back in a few days.”
I had given Bobby a list of things that needed to be done back in Manchester, one of which included officially finalizing my resignation at KarpTech. Not to mention I had a bunch of personal things that needed to be boxed and brought back to Mansfield. Thankfully, Andy had offered to take over that chore, arguing that, at least for now, I needed Bobby more than him.
I didn’t necessarily agree, but I was glad he had offered to go.
I wrapped an arm around Andy’s arm and let him lead me slowly towards the door while Bobby grabbed the bag off the table. I looked back at the hospital bed I had spent the last three weeks in, hoping that I would never have to see the inside of a hospital again for a very long time. Andy waited for me until I nodded that I was ready to go.
“Say goodbye,” Andy said.
I smiled and shook my head at him. “Get me out of here, boys. I want to go home.”
Andy smiled and helped me out. “By the way, Bobby, about that guest room –”
Chapter 18: Andy
I never got that guest room, but I was practically living with them for the next few weeks. Before my shift, I’d pass by and make sure she had all she needed, and afterwards I’d spend the rest of the evening with them, helping out with dinner. During my night shifts, I spent most of the morning and afternoon with Andrea, picking up groceries when asked to, driving her to the hospital to change her dressings, and helping out in any way I could.
I enjoyed every second of it and made the most out of the time we had together. We’d argue about which movie to watch, and usually end up watching both. We’d sit in beach chairs out on the porch and talk for hours. I even took it upon myself to get the porch swing fixed, although I doubt I did a very good job at it.
For the most part, it was smooth sailing, and the aftermath of the accident only brought us closer together. Sometimes, though, there would be triggers. Small things here and there, a car backfiring, a cup slipping off the kitchen counter and shattering. And every time, she’d flinch and stare into space for a few seconds before breaking into a sweat and uncontrollable shiver. It freaked me out the first time it happened, and I held her tight through it all, waiting for the episode to pass.
And when it was over, she would keep her distance for a day or two. I never understood if it was the intimacy that scared her, or the fact that she was embarrassed. Either way, I always gave her the space she needed, but never stopped showing up, even if it meant I had to sit on the opposite side of the dinner table.
By the third or fourth week, the episodes became less frequent, and she was starting to feel a lot more like herself. She shone, a ball of joy, and when the doctors proclaimed her injury-free, with no further need for dressings or careful tiptoeing around her injuries, she asked me to take her out to dinner.
Things only improved from there. We were out every day, spending as much time together as we possibly could. Bobby was starting to make fun of us, teasing us whenever he got a chance, acting like a teenager whose sister had just started dating someone new. At times it was fun to see the look of frustration on Andrea’s face. Other times, even I thought the teasing was a little too much. But I was glad Bobby wasn’t giving us hell instead.
When I had finally worked up the nerve, I asked her to move in with me.
She said yes.
***
“It’s been a while, Andy!”
I shook Jack’s hand, always a firm handshake from the Coventry man, and waved a hello to his friends. “It has,” I said. “The last few weeks have been quite a handful.”
Jack nodded and clicked his tongue, turning to Andrea. “Heard about the crash. I’m glad you’re okay,” he said.
“Just bruises, nothing serious,” she replied, glancing at me.
Jack smiled in approval and slapped me on the back. “She’s a tough one,” he said. “I’d hold onto her with teeth and claws.”
“Exactly what I intend to do,” I replied.
“Good lad,” Jack smiled. “Same as always?”
“We might be staying a bit longer, if that’s okay,” I said. “Make a day out of it.”
Jack fished for the keys in his pocket and tossed them to me. “Just make sure you’re here before the sun sets,” he said. “Otherwise people’ll think the place really is haunted, and I don’t want any thrill seekers around here. My job’s hectic as is without having to chase kids away.”
I laughed. “Will do,” I assured him. “Thanks, Jack.”
“Welcome,” he nodded. “And glad to see you’re doing well, Andrea.”
“Thank you, Jack,” she replied, and I quickly led her down the embankment to where the boats were docked.
We had decided the other day to spend the afternoon at Eagleville Manor. It was Andrea’s idea, an attempt at rekindling that first time we were together and hopefully ending it in a better way than the last time. I had taken a couple of days off, and for the entire weekend, I was all hers. I had suggested a trip to the coast, and she told me that the only body of water she wanted to be looking out at with me was at Eagleville Lake.
We docked the boat and I helped her out, walking up to the manor with my arm around her waist and her head resting against my shoulder.
“Thank you for doing this,” she sai
d.
“Of course,” I replied. “Besides, Eagleville’s closer than the coast.
She slapped my arm and laughed. “Really? That’s why you agreed to this?”
I laughed. “Nah, you’re right,” I said. “The last time we were here, the rest of the day didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. It’s a great idea.”
“Change the memory,” she nodded.
“Exactly.”
I opened the door and let her into the Manor. I had called ahead and made sure Jack had aired the place, and he had refreshed the flowers in the large vases, adding a little touch of his own that I thought was genius. The smell was incredible, and from the smile on her face, I could tell Andrea felt the same way.
“What did you do?” she asked, frowning as she took in the livelier feeling of the place.
“I might have asked Jack for a favor.”
She looked at me, her smile melting me. “This is gorgeous.”
“Well, it helps that we’re in a manor,” I joked.
“Idiot,” she mouthed, shaking her head in amazement. “What else did you ask Jack to do?”
“I have no idea, honestly,” I shrugged. “I have a feeling there will be a few surprises here and there.”
Andrea winked at me and made her way across the foyer, this time opting to explore the ground floor before going to the terrace upstairs, where we knew we’d end up.
I had never really seen the rest of the place, and I was equally in awe at the majestic rooms and furniture that decorated Eagleville Manor. I couldn’t understand how a pace like this could ever lose its charm. The least anyone could have done was open a restaurant in one of the wings and make use of the view. With UCONN only a few miles away, this place could have really become more than a house standing alone on an island in the middle of a lake.
Or maybe its charm was in the fact that not many people even knew they could visit it.
“Must have been lonely,” Andrea said as we made our way back.
“What do you mean?”
“All this space, and not having anyone to share it with,” she said. “It’s no wonder the first owner didn’t live long after his wife died.”
“Great way to make a beautiful situation morbid, Andrea.”
She looked at me and smiled. “I have darkness inside me, Andy. You’ve been warned.”
I followed her upstairs and to the master bedroom. The bed had a fresh mattress on it and was made to perfection, another of Jack’s little touches. There was a note on the pillows.
“Looks like Jack had some strange concept of why we were coming here,” Andrea said, shooting me a look of amusement.
“Let the old man have his fantasies,” I said, picking up the note.
“Are they only his fantasies?”
I smiled and said nothing, reading Jack’s scribbled cursive: THE BATHROOM’S GOT HOT WATER.
“You really thought of everything, old man,” I mumbled.
“What?” Andrea called from out on the terrace where she was already soaking in the sun and the view.
“Nothing,” I called back, pocketing the note and following her out.
I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her neck.
“It’s as beautiful as I remember it,” she said.
“It is,” I agreed and kissed her again. The water looked remarkably still from where we stood, despite the slight breeze, reflecting the sky in a way that made it look like it was a blanket of perfect blue. The trees in the distance seemed to be dancing. It was soothing.
“How much do you think those houses cost?” Andrea asked, gesturing towards the row of small structures dotting the far embankment.
“Thinking of buying a house?” I asked.
She shrugged. “It’s just, I could look at this forever. If I were going to buy a house, it would definitely be overlooking the lake.”
I thought about that for a second, storing it in the back of my mind for when I might need it later.
“So, what was written in the note?” she asked suddenly.
I chuckled. “He was letting us know that the bathroom had hot water.”
Andrea turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck and looked me in the eye. “Then we should make good use of that,” she whispered.
“Now?”
“Of course not,” she smiled, biting her lip. “I have a few other ideas first.”
She kissed me and led me back inside.
***
She looked absolutely beautiful in the light coming in through the terrace doors. The glass broke the rays into rainbow strands that streaked across her back as she took off her shirt. She turned around, giving me a perfect view of her bra and cleavage. Smiling, she sat down on the bed and pushed herself back, seductively curling her finger, gesturing me to join her.
I took off my shirt, tossed it aside, and crawled onto the bed. I made my way towards her, and she stopped me, her foot against my shoulder as she slowly unclasped her jeans and unzipped them. She lifted her hips, pushing them down past her hips as I pulled them off her from the legs. They joined my shirt on the floor.
She crossed her legs, stretching her arms over her head, her chest sticking out. My eyes immediately fell to her breasts, mesmerized by them as her chest rose and fell with her breathing. I looked up, met her gaze, and she bit her lip again as her arms snaked behind her, unclasping her bra. She let it slide off her and threw it to me, giggling as she covered her naked breasts with her arms.
I smiled at her playfulness and crawled up to her, my face inches from hers, our eyes locked.
“You’re staring,” she said, and I smiled at the reminder of our first night together.
“I can’t help it,” I played along. She let a hand caress my cheek and move to the back of my head, pulling me in for a deep and passionate kiss.
The minute our lips touched, the playfulness was gone, quickly replaced with an animalistic hunger for each other. I had dreamt of this moment for so long, waiting patiently for the day I could be with her again, feel her nakedness against my body once more, slide inside her warmth. From the way she was kissing me, I could tell she wanted it just as bad as I did.
I showered her with kisses, following her jawline to her neck, then down to her breasts. I kissed the soft flesh, let my tongue dance across it, until I had her nipples in my mouth and I was sucking hard. She pushed her chest out and pulled my head in, silently telling me to keep going, to suck harder, to drive her up the wall.
I let my hand slide down her stomach, then into her panties where she was already wet. She uncrossed her legs, opened them slightly to give me better access, and I quickly found her clit. I gave it as much attention with my fingers as my tongue was giving her nipples, and soon she was moaning in approval.
“Take it off,” she whispered. She lifted her hips and I slid her panties off, kissing my way down her side until I was making my way along her inner thigh. I pushed her legs wider open until my face was inches from her pussy. I used my tongue to trace up and down her lips before burying it between them, moving it up and down, tasting her while she moaned in pleasure and squeezed her legs shut against my head.
I found her clit, flicked my tongue against it, sucked it into my mouth. She began bucking against me, her hand pressing down on my head as if to bury me deeper into her. I slid two fingers inside her easily, moving them in and out as my tongue worked, and soon enough she was shaking violently with an orgasm, her legs shuddering around my head.
She recovered quickly, her eyes betraying just how hot she was, how much more she wanted. She pushed me onto my back, kissing me deeply as she straddled me. She moved my cock around until she slid it inside her, pushing down on it hard and fast. Her lips quivered against mine as she moaned. Slowly, she began to slide me in and out of her. I could feel her pussy stretched around me, my cock filling every inch inside her.
She picked up the pace, grinding at first until she was bouncing on top of me with a vigor I didn’t know sh
e was capable of. Her hips smacked against mine. I pushed up into a sitting position, forcing her to change strategies and grind instead. I reached down and pressed with my thumb against her clit. Her breasts bounced against my face, and I quickly sucked one nipple into my mouth and then the other. Her moans intensified until she was screaming with pleasure, so loud I believed her screams would carry across the lake to the satisfied ears of Jack and his friends.
I didn’t care though and rubbed her clit even faster until she clasped her arms around me, pulling me close as her entire body broke into shudders. She bit down on my shoulder, her nails digging into my back, muffling her cries as her orgasm hit hard.
I pushed her onto her back, eager to keep going. I pushed her knees back under my arms, opening her wider for me, and I fucked her with a renewed vigor. She felt incredible, wet and warm and tight, clenching down on me as I moved. She was driving me crazy, begging me to go faster, to fuck harder. I had to grab onto the headposts, using them to force myself deeper inside her with every thrust.
Andrea screamed for more, and I gave her everything I could. My hips moved like a piston, slamming my cock into her harder and harder with every second, constantly picking up the pace. When I felt I was getting closer, I let go of the rails and wrapped my arms around her, locking my lips onto hers. Her legs wrapped around me, heels pushing me in deeper, pussy clenching on my cock.
