by Alison Mello
She kisses my neck as she snuggles against me. I hear her take in a deep breath. She kisses my neck again. This time I can feel her smiling against my skin.
“I love the way you smell.” She licks the vein in my neck to my ear. Then she whispers, “And I love the way you taste.”
I turn and capture her lips with mine, sticking my tongue out, begging for entry. She opens to me, and our tongues meet. I moan into her mouth as my hands glide up her back and under her shirt. My hand slowly slips across her skin to her breast. I give it a squeeze through her bra, and her nipple hardens in my hand.
I pick her up and lay her down on the couch, kissing my way up her jaw to her ear. I nibble on her earlobe and whisper, “You taste pretty damn fine yourself.”
I lick my way down her neck. When I get to her collarbone, I give her a small bite and then lift her shirt. I pop her breasts out of the cups of her bra and nibble on her already hardened nipples. She moans as I suck her nipples. I love the noises she makes.
My cock is getting uncomfortably hard, so I unbutton my pants and slip them off, going for hers next. I unbutton her jeggings, then, with one hand, lift her ass off the couch and peel her pants down. I lower her back down onto the couch.
“Stop,” she practically screams.
“Stop?” I question, confused. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Let’s move to the room. I don’t want to ruin the couch, especially with family coming over tomorrow.”
My eyebrows shoot up because I can’t believe she’s worried about the couch. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, you wait. I will fuck you on the couch, and soon.” I scoop her up and carry her to our room as she giggles.
“I love when you talk dirty to me,” she says, biting my neck.
“Ow, that hurt.” I toss her on the bed. “I should spank you for that.”
“Someone wants to play a little rough today, huh?” She wiggles her eyebrows, kneeling on the bed as I stand in front of her.
After lifting my shirt over my head, she licks my nipple. Then, as it hardens, she nibbles on it, causing me to flinch. She squeezes my ass and kisses her way down my chest and over my abs. She sits in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth, wasting no time taking me as deep as she can. My hips start to move in rhythm with her. She moans, and I do the same as the vibration from her lips sends a shiver through me.
“Patty, that feels so damn good.” I slip my hands into her hair and give it a slight pull. She moans again as I continue to fuck her luscious, wet mouth. “I’m not going to last. I hope you’re ready.”
Her hands go to my balls, and she massages them as she takes me deep in the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Patty, I’m coming.”
My legs shake as she swallows me down, ensuring she gets every last drop. When she’s done, she licks her lips and says, “Mmm, that was delicious.”
I kneel in front of her, put both her legs on my shoulders, and lay her back on the bed. I bury my face in her pussy. She’s so wet, and she tastes mighty fine. I want her to come so bad. I won’t be teasing or going easy. I lick her hard and fast. I want her to come all over my tongue, and I want it now.
She’s so worked up from sucking me off that in a matter of minutes, she’s giving me what I want. I lap up every last drop of her orgasm as she wraps her hands in my hair, holding me in place. She finally let go, so I stand and slide her up the bed before I join her.
Hovering over her, I look into her eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you,” she says as my mouth lands on hers. I slowly slip my cock into her wet pussy, slowly sliding it in and out of her. She closes her eyes as she takes in the pleasure we’re creating.
“Open your eyes for me, baby.” She does, and I pick up the pace. She moans as she wraps her legs around my waist. I pound my cock balls deep inside of her, and she closes her eyes again, calling out my name.
“Open your eyes,” I demand. She opens them and looks into my eyes. “I love watching you come.” I can see how much she loves me in that moment, and I can only hope she sees how much I love her. “Come on, baby. Milk me with that delicious pussy of yours.”
I slam into her a few more times, and she does as I request. I can feel her pussy tighten around my cock as I find my release.
I rest on my elbows, hovering over her.
“I love when you make love to me,” she says as I play with her beautiful brown hair.
The phone rings, and I know the manager or the doorman has to be calling from downstairs because they are the only ones who call my home number. Actually, I only have a home number because they require it so they can phone me about guests and deliveries. I slip out of Patty and roll over to answer the call.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Mr. Montgomery. This is Mr. Santos from downstairs.”
“What can I do for you?”
“Well, I wanted to let you know that Benjamin Mancini was here. I told him to stay put while I called to get permission to send him up. Instead of calling you, I was calling the police, hoping to catch him, but he ran off.”
“Are the police coming?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know that us giving them video of him being here will do anything more than give them evidence.”
“Let me know when they’re on their way up, please?”
“Sure will. Sorry, Mr. Montgomery.”
“Not your fault. Thanks for trying.”
I hang the phone up. “We need to get dressed, baby. The police are on their way here. Apparently, Ben tried to get upstairs, past the doorman, but when he realized they were calling the police, he ran off. I’m sure the police are going to get surveillance tapes for evidence, and maybe they’ll have some info for us.”
“Honey, our clothes are all in the living room.”
“I’ll go get them. You get cleaned up.”
When I get back into the bedroom with our clothes, she’s walking out of the bathroom. She quickly gets dressed and brushes her hair out so it’s not a mess when the police get here. I wash my face and join her.
As we’re walking out of the bedroom, the phone rings again. I suspect it’s Mr. Santos letting us know the police are on their way up.
Patty takes a couple of bottles of water out of the fridge, hands me one, and sits at the snack bar. There’s a knock at the door, and I hear, “Carter, it’s Officer Phillips.” I check the peephole and then open the door.
“Officer Phillips, we really need to stop these surprise visits.” We shake hands.
“I wish we could catch this little bastard so you two can move on with your lives, but every time we come close, he disappears. We know where he got the flowers from, but that did us no good because he’s not staying with his father any longer and his father has no idea where he is.”
“Did the cameras downstairs catch anything?”
“Yeah, but that’s no big deal since we know it was him. He had the nerve to tell the doorman that he wanted to apologize to you and had a gift for you.”
“Did he leave the gift behind?”
He shakes his head. “I wish. It might have helped us catch him. We did take the video as evidence, but it won’t help us find him. There are no cameras outside, so we don’t know what he was driving.”
“Did the doorman see what he was driving?”
“He said he walked up, so he probably parked down the street. We have plenty of evidence for when we do catch him. We confirmed the fingerprints in your apartment and the semen left on your bed was definitely his. He had someone else with him, but whoever it was they don’t have prints in the system for us to match.”
“It wasn’t his buddy from the lake house?”
“No. We questioned him, and he said after the last incident he wants nothing to do with him. He wasn’t even expecting the lake house to go the way it did and said he would testify against him.” He looks at Patty. “At this point, we ask that you be careful and please don’t leave the house al
one.”
“At this point, I don’t want to leave the house. We’re having Thanksgiving here and we’ve done all our shopping. I have no intentions of leaving until Friday. We have plans to help out with a toy drive that Carter is putting together on Friday. We’ll be visiting two different stores.”
“I’m working,” Officer Phillips says. “Which stores and what time are you going? We’ll stop in.”
“I’ll write them down for you,” I tell him, walking into the kitchen to find a piece of paper. A minute or two later, I hand him the information. “Here you go.”
“Great. This shouldn’t be a problem, but if you don’t see me, Carter, keep her safe.”
“I will.” I shake his hand and lock the door when he leaves.
“I put it on my blog that we were going to be there,” Patty says, concerned. “What if he shows up?”
“That may be a good thing. It’ll be in public, so he won’t be able to hurt you, and if Officer Phillips is there, then maybe they’ll finally catch him.”
She nods, but I can tell she’s nervous about it. I step between her legs and lift her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. “Baby, I swear I won’t let anything happen to you. Please trust me. I will not leave your side, not even for a moment.”
“Thank you.”
Chapter 16
Carter
It's Thanksgiving morning, and Patty has planned everything out. Everyone is getting here at two, and she plans to have the appetizers ready by then. She told me she'll be taking the turkey out of the oven no later than three forty-five so we can eat at four-thirty.
I shake my head as I shave. I never knew she was so detail-oriented, but it's kind of nice. I hope she'll relax once everyone gets here.
I wipe the remaining shaving cream from my face and quickly get dressed. I promised Patty I would keep an eye on things while she showers and gets ready. The turkey is already in the oven because it’ll take about six hours to cook.
I walk out into the kitchen. “Baby, want me to peel the sweet potatoes for you?”
“That would be awesome. Thank you, honey. I'm going to take my shower and get ready. The turkey should be fine, but I need the potatoes and carrots peeled.”
“I'm on it. I'll have it done by the time you get out of the shower.”
I kiss her, and she heads off to get ready. Before I start peeling, I decide to send off a quick email to Officer Phillips to let him know about Patty’s concerns for tomorrow. I give him her website and tell him about the blog post she sent out. The blog post says which stores we will be at and asks her readers to stop by and see her. I end my text by telling him to have a nice Thanksgiving.
I find a bag to put the peels in and get to work on the potatoes. As I’m peeling, I notice she already has little napkins out with the appetizer plates for when our guests arrive.
After I've finished my job, I wash my hands and search for my girl to find out what else I can do to help. I find her in the bathroom pinning her hair out of her face. She already applied her makeup, and she's dressed in skinny jeans and a really nice maroon top. I love that she picked our clothes so we would match.
I step up behind her and kiss her behind her ear. “Baby, do you need me to do anything else?”
She smiles at me in the mirror and says, “Nope, I'm good for now, but I would like to take a selfie for our first Thanksgiving together.”
“Okay. Where do you want to take it? “
“I don't know, out there somewhere,” she says, using her chin to point toward the living room.
We decide to sit on the couch for our picture. She posts it online with the caption:
‘Happy Thanksgiving from my family to yours!’
“That’s a good picture of us.”
She says, “I thought so too. Hey, would you put on some nice music? Derek and Bella should be arriving soon.”
“Sure. Is there a specific channel you want?”
“Nah, I don’t really care. Choose something calm and soothing.”
I go through the stations and select the Simon and Garfunkel channel. It's music our parents appreciate, and Patty and I like a lot of the songs on that channel too.
When I walk into the kitchen, she's putting appetizers into the top of our double oven. There's a knock at the door, so I look through the peephole and see Derek’s big head. I open the door and our friends come in with the dessert they promised to bring. They wish us a happy Thanksgiving.
While I place the pie on the counter, the girls hug and say, “Hi.” Patty pulls her cell phone from her back pocket to take a few selfies of her and Bella.
“It smells really good in here,” Derek says as he gives her a hug and thanks us for the invite.
“Hey, man. Want a beer?” He gives me a worried look, but it’s gone in a second.
“Sure, I’ll have a beer.”
“Bella, I have wine in the fridge.”
Bella grabs a wine glass and helps herself to a glass of Moscato. Patty’s telling Bella all about our afternoon of bowling. She informs her that we plan on adding competitive bowling to our list of games.
“What did you do to this girl?” Bella says. “She went from sweet and innocent to tough and competitive.”
Derek laughs as the Bella and Patty talk about bowling and who will beat who.
A short time later, we’re laughing and having a good time when the buzzer rings on the oven. It’s time to take the appetizers out. She slips the sweet potatoes and carrots in next, then starts putting the appetizers on a platter when there’s a knock at the door.
Bella shouts, “I’ve got it.”
“Check the peephole!” I shout.
She looks. “It’s Sandra and Richard.” She opens the door to let them in.
“Hello, Bella, darling,” Sandra says as she walks into the apartment.
Sandra air kisses her cheeks. Then she turns to me and does the same. She introduces me to Richard and thanks me for having them. I walk them into the kitchen so Patty can greet her as she’s putting out shrimp cocktail. She kisses both her mother and her stepfather while I take their coats and hang them in my coat closet. When I return, Patty is pouring them a glass of wine and Bella is telling Sandra to try the mushroom caps.
“These are so good,” Bella says. She puts an arm around Patty and hugs her.
It’s really nice to see my place filling with family. There’s another knock at the door, and that will either be my parents or Patty’s father. When I check, I see it’s both. I open the door and welcome them in. Everyone's civil as they greet each other and wish one another a happy Thanksgiving. Patty is busy getting drinks while I hang coats.
“I’m going to show my mom and Richard the apartment.” Patty kisses me and walks away with them in tow.
Derek nudges me. “Is it me, or does Sandra look nervous?”
“I thought so too, but I don’t want to say anything because Patty really wants today to be perfect. She was so stressed yesterday about our first Thanksgiving together going off without a hitch.”
He shakes his head. “I hope, for Patty’s sake, she’s not up to no good.”
“Me too. Trust me, I’m keeping a close eye on her.”
Patty returns with her mother and stepfather. Her mother picks up her wine and, in a very snobby tone, she says, “This is nice place you have. I’m glad to see you have a doorman for security. I wanted Patty to have that, but she chose not to.” She sips her wine as she and Richard walk into the living room to have a seat together.
Patty is busy in the kitchen mixing the boiling potatoes and preparing the remaining side dishes. I can’t believe her mother doesn’t even offer to help.
My mother approaches Patty. “Dear, is there something I can do to help?”
“Thank you, Mia, but I’ve got it. I’m almost done. I need to take the turkey out in a few minutes and then throw the green beans and stuffing in to warm up. Then I’ll cook the biscuits when I take the sweet potatoes and carrots out of the top ov
en.”
“You’re good at this.” My mom winks and gives her a warm smile.
“I spent a lot of time watching Celia in the kitchen. I enjoy cooking, and as a child she taught me a lot about it. I’m glad I did, because now I can cook for my family.”
I can hear her mother mumbling about how Patty doesn’t belong in the kitchen and that Celia should be cooking. I roll my eyes and shake my head.
“Carter, can you give me a hand pulling this turkey out of the oven?” she calls from the kitchen.
“Of course, baby.”
I hurry into the kitchen and put the large oven mitts on my hands. Reaching into the oven, I carefully pull it out and place our huge turkey on the rack Patty has placed out on the counter.
“It’s perfect,” she says as she stares at it. The popper is up, and the skin is a beautiful golden brown. Patty places the casserole dish of green beans and a pan of stuffing into the lower oven to warm. After removing the sweet potatoes and carrots from the top oven, she puts the biscuits in the oven and then joins the conversation with our guests. My mom has gone to join Richard and Sandra in the living room. She’s making conversation with them since they’ve separated themselves from the group.
“Dad, will you take a picture of the four of us?” she asks, handing him the phone.
“Sure, pumpkin.”
He takes her phone. I stand on one side of Patty with Bella on the other side and Derek on the end. We all smile, and her father takes a few shots to make sure he gets a good one.
Patty takes my hand. “I’m going to have a glass of wine. Do you want to try a beer?”
I look at Derek, and he nods, offering his support.
“Sure, I’ll have one.”
Patty’s glowing as she pours herself a glass of wine and hands me a beer. She holds it up and says, “To new friends.” We all repeat it and clink glasses and bottles.
Troy approaches Patty. “Do you want me to carve the turkey?”
“That would be great, Daddy.”
She hands him a platter as she gets to work on pulling sides and biscuits out of the oven.
