Come Together

by Swann, Rylee

  Cris and Dom’s voices rang in my head, telling me to have a serious talk with him, so I forced myself not to let his answer deter me.

  “But I am worried. You haven’t been yourself.” I put down my fork to devote my attention to the conversation but he kept mechanically shoving food in his face. “Johnny, please talk to me. Let me in.” I inwardly winced at how TV drama it sounded but I didn’t know what else to say. I did want him to let me in. I wanted to share whatever burden he was dealing with.

  He paused mid-bite and looked at me as hope flashed in his eyes, and I thought I’d finally gotten through to him. Eagerly, I waited for what he was about to say.

  “I’m fine, really. If I haven’t been attentive enough to you lately, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be aloof.” He chased a grape tomato around his dish with his fork. “I’ll do better. Let me concentrate on you today, alright? I’m so proud of my girl.”

  So, with a sigh, I let it go.

  After lunch, he walked me back to my office. On the way we passed a street vendor selling flowers. He stopped, pulled out his wallet, and bought me a single red rose. He could easily have afforded two dozen roses, and I found just the one to be more touching.

  More loving.

  Very romantic.

  We kissed, and enveloped in what I knew was his love, we became almost obscene on the New York City street. Before he reluctantly broke away, he whispered, “ciao bella” in my ear. Goodbye, beautiful.

  My clit throbbed. Italian is sexy.

  Marilyn, the broker at my office and my real estate sponsor, breaks my reverie by placing a big blue binder on my desk. I want to hold on to the memories of the good week Johnny and I have had since I passed the test but focusing on work is too important.

  “You’ve been on a good number of showings with me this week. I think you’re ready for this. These are our exclusive listings. Why don’t you start familiarizing yourself with them?” Marilyn looks like a very sophisticated mom with a short businesslike hairstyle, impeccable clothing, and a very kind smile, which she favors me with now. “Feel free to do a walk-through of any of them. It’s your job now to get these sold.”

  Returning her smile with one of my own, I meet her eyes. “Thanks, Marilyn. I can’t wait to dive in.”

  “I know you’ll do great.” She opens the binder and points to the picture of the house on the first page, a stunning raised ranch with a two-car garage. “All the information is on the back of each one. Just turn it over or pull it out of its plastic protector if there’s more than one page. If you have any questions, just let me know.”

  She walks away as I thank her again, her heels click-clacking gaily on the stone floor.

  Turning back to the binder, I take my time studying each picture then reading about the house’s amenities. They’re all located on Long Island, most in Suffolk County, with a few scattered across Nassau County. And they’re all beautiful.

  I’m about halfway through the binder when I stop breathing.

  The house on this page is everything I’ve ever wanted in my own home.

  My heart thumps so loud that I want to look around to see if anyone else can hear it but I simply can’t tear my eyes from the beautiful two-story. It’s the complete package. Four bedrooms, three full baths and one half bath, finished basement, ultra-modern kitchen, side-loading three-car garage. It even has a bonus room that could double as a home office.

  And a white picket fence.

  This is where we should live. Where my child should grow up. Where I should spend my happily ever after with Johnny.

  I’ve never felt an attraction so strong to an inanimate object.

  It’s just like the first time I saw Johnny.

  With my finger, I scan down the amenities until I get to the address. Garden City in Nassau County, an upscale neighborhood with an easy commute to the city and a wonderful school district.

  I’ve never been more impatient for my workday to end. It’s too soon for me to simply jump up and leave so I commit the lockbox code to memory and am on my way a few hours later.

  After a short, uneventful train ride, I’m standing in front of the house of my dreams. It’s even more beautiful in person. White paint with yellow trim and a large, inviting blue front door. The front landscaping is impeccable with shrubbery against the house, thick grass, a couple of tall trees and a cobblestone path leading from gate to door that’s lined with impatiens of every color.

  With a trembling hand, I open the gate and walk up the path. The door opens onto a lovely high-ceiling foyer with dark hardwood that runs through the entire first floor. From where I stand, I can see into the kitchen and the open concept living room. The casual rustic staging is impeccable and makes the rooms so warm and inviting. I can imagine cooking Johnny dinner in that kitchen, and carrying it into the living room to eat while we watch TV.

  My heels echo on the wood stairs as I head to the second level. I peek into the bedrooms, each more glorious than the last. In the master suite, I picture Johnny and I happily crawling into bed together each evening, tired from the day but still able to make sweet love to each other before happily drifting off to sleep.

  The next bedroom is smaller and already staged with a crib and changing table. I gasp, my hand going to my heart. “This is your bedroom,” I whisper and put my other hand on my stomach.

  I realize how insanely ahead of myself I’m getting but I can’t seem to help myself.

  Going back downstairs, I look at the big fenced in backyard and dash down to the basement to have a peek. It runs the length of the house—ample room for Johnny to have a man cave if he wants one. Returning to the main floor, I settle on one of the stools at the kitchen island. I need to gather my wits about me.

  I have to stop thinking like this. I can’t buy this house and I can’t expect Johnny to either. He doesn’t even know about the baby yet, and we’re not engaged.

  But it’s perfect.

  “I know…” I say aloud as if the baby can understand.

  I pull out my phone and press Johnny’s speed dial number. It couldn’t hurt to have him see the place, could it?

  “Can’t get enough of me, can you?” he says when he answers.

  I laugh, unable to disagree. He doesn’t sound at all annoyed when recently that’s the impression I’ve been getting each time I call. “Can you do me a big favor?”

  “I’d lay down my life for you, sweetheart.”

  “Johnny, be serious,” I half scold.

  “I am being serious. What do you need?”

  I pause, realizing what a lovely thing he said. Chivalry is not dead, at least as far as Johnny’s concerned. “Do you have a pen and paper?”

  “Yes, is that all?” He chuckles. “That was an easy favor.”

  I tsk in mock exasperation. “Take down this address.” I give him the address to the house. “Can you meet me there for dinner tomorrow night?”

  “Long Island? Why there?”

  “Part of the favor is not asking questions.” I hold my breath, waiting to see if he’ll agree.

  “Hmm, my little Jae is getting all mysterious on me.” His low, sexy tone goes straight to my clit and I bite my lip. “I like it. What time do you want me?”

  Right this second!

  “Does seven work for you?”

  “Sure, I’ll see you tomorrow at seven for this mysterious dinner date.”

  He hangs up and I cross my legs, seeking friction for the fire he started with just his voice. I look around like someone can see me and laugh at myself.

  Biting my lip, I slink down on the stool and hike up my skirt. The heat from my mound passes through my panties to my hand and I circle it with a finger, teasing myself until I throw back my head, need boomeranging through my body.

  The stool isn’t very comfortable. I could sit on the couch or reclining chair but I want it like this. Uncomfortable. Down and dirty. An illicit quickie.

  Smiling, I plunge my hand under the elastic of my panties and rub m
y clit very gently, up and down its length. Pressure builds but I keep it at bay, not allowing myself anything more but the light teasing. My folds grow slick and with my other hand I spread wide my lips, letting air flow over my wet pussy. I shudder, gasping as my pulse picks up and my breathing becomes shallow.

  Spreading my legs wide, I kick off my heels and brace my feet against the counter. Teasing myself for a moment more, I press my middle finger inside while the fingers of my other hand continue to stroke my pussy.

  I gasp, and “ahhh” tumbles from my mouth as I keep up a steady thrusting and stroking. My clit is so sensitive now and my legs tremble, my entire body engulfed in flames. Pinching the tip of my clit and bearing down on my finger as I thrust, I moan. My head rolls from side to side, my body convulses. I’m right at the edge and, maddeningly, keep myself there for a few moments more, powerful shivers coursing through me.

  My fingers punish my clit and channel triple time, no more teasing. I’m stroking myself hard now, moaning, being here and how naughty this is helping push me through and past the edge.

  “Oh god!”

  My ass lifts off the stool. My back arches. My muscles tense and go rigid.

  “Oh fuck, ohhhh god!”

  My fingers slide in to my cervix, banging at that door while I apply more pressure to the tip of my ultra-sensitive clit.

  Writhing, I cry out wordless sounds of ecstasy. I keep up the piston-like action of my fingers, holding on to the peak of pleasure for long moments until it becomes sweet torture, my legs jelly, my body exhausted.

  Gasping, I slowly pull my fingers from me and settle back on the stool. Still, my fingers toy with my clit, giving me delicious aftershocks that roll through me like the seventh ocean wave at the beach, known to be the biggest. I have no strength left to jump at each electric sizzle but neither do I want it to end.

  I’m sated, reveling in the afterglow, my fingers slowing but not quite yet losing touch with my clit. One more little jolt slightly lifts my ass and I start laughing until my toes curl, deep belly laughs rolling from me.

  That was awesome.

  On shaky legs, I walk to the kitchen sink and wash my hands. Then smooth back my hair, straighten my skirt, and pull out my cell phone.

  I have a lot of plans to make for tomorrow night’s dinner.

  Better get to it.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Gian

  Balloons.

  A shitload of them. Tied to the railings on each side of the steps leading up to the porch of a pleasant well-kept house I don’t recognize.

  In a Long Island town I don’t recall ever being in.

  I tell my Uber driver to pull up to the curb and wait while I find out what’s going on.

  Do I have the right address? I text Jae. In front of some house not a restaurant.

  Movement from the house catches my attention. It’s Jae, emerging to stand on the porch, grinning like mad and waving frantically at my ride.

  “I guess this is the place.” I pay the driver, giving him a generous tip, and unfold myself out of the car. Walking up the drive, I chuckle at Jae’s exuberance. “What’s all this? Whose house is this?”

  She meets me halfway and gives me a quick but loving smooch on the lips. “Not asking questions is part of the favor, remember?” She giggles and links arms with me to pull me inside. “Looks like you had no trouble finding the place?”

  “Took the Long Island Railroad to Garden City and an Uber from there to here.”

  We step into the house and I look around. I like what I see but I’m also baffled. I thought for a minute that this was one of the houses Jae was selling but the place is completely furnished and delicious smells are coming from the kitchen.

  “Seriously, Jae, are we trespassing? I know you said no questions, but lemme know at least if it’s likely we’ll be spending the night in jail?”

  She laughs and spreads her arms wide. “Do you like?”

  I nod. She’s having fun being mysterious and I can’t really imagine her breaking and entering, so I let it go.

  “It’s a very nice house.” I take in a deep breath. “Whatever’s cooking in the kitchen smells delicious. Is it for us? Or is that another question I’m not supposed to ask?”

  Grinning like a goofball, she takes my hand. “It’s for us. An Italian feast. But first I thought we could take a tour and see what we might find, okay?”

  “A scavenger hunt?” I ask with a raised brow.

  “Not really.”

  She tugs on my hand and I squeeze hers as I let her lead me through the house. She shows me a nicely finished basement, lots of bathrooms and bedrooms all very tastefully appointed, not stopping until we reach what I think she purposely left for last, the master bedroom.

  With a devilish grin lighting up her bright blue eyes, she raises her arms with a flourish. “Voile!”

  Amused, I watch her from the corner of my eye as I take in a king-sized bed, reclaimed wood styled dressers, plush carpeting and a door that likely leads to the en suite. What captures my attention, however, is the bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket along with two chilled glasses.

  I move to the makeshift bar and lift the bottle, the ice sloshing, glasses clinking, to get a look at the label. I’m impressed and turn to her. “Excellent year and vineyard. This red will go well with dinner.”

  She beams at the compliment. “I did my homework. Pour us a couple of glasses?”

  There’s a corkscrew next to the bucket and I set about doing a manly show of uncorking the wine. Hell, I want to impress her too. The cork easily comes free and I pour a glass for each of us and hand one to her.

  Sniffing the wine in my glass, I nod approval. “What are we toasting?”

  “Hmm, how about here’s to a great day… our love, wonderful food, even better company and…” She pauses and I’ll be damned if she doesn’t look me up and down while licking her lips.

  “And…?” I prompt, although I know what she’s going to say.

  She giggles. “And, rock-our-worlds mind-blowing sex!” She motions to the bed with another flourish and air-clinks her glass to mine. “You game?”

  I take a sip of my wine and smile at her over the rim. “Very game.” Walking to the bed, I take another drink then set the glass down on the night table. “Let’s get naked.” I unbutton the top of my shirt but pause to look at her. “Are you sure no one is going to walk in on us with the police following close behind?”

  Shrugging out of her skirt, she laughs. “I’m one-hundred-percent sure.” She sets her glass beside mine, already out of her panties. Her shirt and bra soon follow. Watching me watch her, she swings her hips in a slow seductive stroll as she walks back to the wine bottle and returns to where our glasses are and tops us off.

  She doesn’t have to ask if I’m admiring the view because I give a low whistle of appreciation. “Damn, woman, you are fine.”

  “So are you but I’m not seeing much evidence of it.” She waves a hand up and down my body. “Take it off, baby. Take it all off.”

  I hadn’t realized I’d stopped undressing to watch her disrobe, and chuckle. “A thousand apologies.” Quickly shedding the rest of my clothes, I lift my glass in another toast to her and get into bed.

  “Mmm,” she moans, “now that’s what I’m talking about. Oh, baby, I want to lick that six-pack. I want to dig my nails into those broad shoulders. I want—”

  “What’s stopping you?” My cock is already half hard. It won’t take more than another minute of watching Jae’s nipples pebble into ripe little peaks for me to have a raging hard-on. Dick in hand, I point it at her. “Come here. Climb on board.”

  She shakes her head and covers her breasts with her hands, like she’s suddenly shy. Slowly, her hands move in tiny erotic circles, massaging them instead of hiding them. Tweaking her nipples, she lets out a long, satisfied sigh. “Come and get me.”

  My balls contract and I suck in a breath, not sure if she’s joking, teasing me before sitting down on m
y cock. She crooks a beckoning finger and I explode off the bed as she prances in all her long-legged glory. My cock swinging, I rush her but she dances out of the way. I laugh, the way it spills out of me making me feel alive. Feel in love. My blood sings through my veins. She’s such a pleasure to behold, and to fuck. Oh, god, yes, I love fucking this woman.

  I’m pleased, and amazed that she can still surprise me.

  I fucking love her.

  Time to catch her.

  I feign left and she goes right, as expected, and I spin back, catching her by the forearms. With a roar, I push her against the wall hard enough to rattle the artwork. Instead of complaining or pouting, she shouts a loud, “Yes!” and I groan, my need now savage, my length shoved hard against her belly.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” I barely recognize my lust-filled voice as I growl against her ear.

  “Oh, yes, show me, baby. Show me.” She writhes against my cock and it grows painfully hard.

  Oh fuck. If anyone can make me come without cock-in-pussy, it is this amazing woman.

  She continues to move, her motions turning into a struggle to be set free but I hold on to her forcefully, pressing her back against the wall until she’s whimpering. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Please, baby, please,” she begs, and after a little more wriggling I release her.

  She slides down the wall until her mouth is positioned perfectly to please her man. In an instant, she devours my entire length—no gag reflex on my beautiful angel—sucking until I can’t see straight. Another roar is ripped from me, leg muscles trembling, my hands coming up to brace myself on the wall.

  “Ah fuck, you beautiful, beautiful girl.”

  Looking down, I find her blue eyes looking back up at me. This is so fucking hot, my cock moving in and out of her sweet red lips, her lust-filled eyes locked with mine. I’m close and my hips give an involuntary thrust. With no complaint, she welcomes me deeper. Taking my hardened balls in her hands, she squeezes, opening her mouth wide to swallow me whole.

  My seed burns a path from my balls as she toys with them and I explode, her throat working double-time to take it all in.