Laurie's Time (The Fairfield Series)

by Maryann Jordan

  “You said you don’t believe it, and babe you got no idea how happy that makes me. But you deserve to know how that picture came about.” She stood quietly, her eyes warm in the knowledge that her man needed to give her reassurances.

  “Jake, Tom, and me get together every Christmas Eve for a drink. Just us three, no one else. It’s been tradition for a long time. Bar was almost empty. Talked to Bill and Wendy for a bit, then it was just us. Tom shared about the engagement. We were just finishing up. This …,” he spit out while holding the paper, “came over with one of her cronies, already drunk, and plopped herself down on my lap. Babe, I immediately pushed her off of me and told her to get lost, but that other bitch must have snapped this goddamn picture in the process. Honest to god, that was all. Jake was there, he knows.”

  He continued to look deeply into her eyes, fear crawling around his heart. All of the other girls he ever banged, he never cared about their feelings. But this small princess in front of him held his heart in her hands. She had the power to crush him…or the power to save him.

  Her eyes began to light up as a smile formed slowly then spread to her whole face. She raised her arms to cup his strong jaw, feeling the stubble under her fingers. “Rob, I know. You don’t need to explain anything to me. I never believed anything happened.” Looking into his piercing blue eyes, she continued, “Rob, I used to feel jealous of your past. Of the women you were with. And it hurt when we were first dating to feel that every time we went out, there was always someone wanting me to know they had you first.”

  His eyes closed momentarily, his heart continuing to hurt as he realized how hard this had been on her. Never a coward to face fear, he forced his eyes back open, looking into her face as she continued.

  “But I’m no longer jealous. You see, Rob, I know now. They never had you first. None of those women ever had you. I am the only one to have held your heart. And you are the only one to have held mine.”

  Touching his forehead to hers, he felt the fear loosen its grip from around his heart, replaced by a spreading warmth. What did I ever do to deserve this woman?

  “Rob,” she spoke softly, and his eyes sought hers again. “I’ve been gone three days and it feels like forever. The only reason I showed this trash to you was because of our promise. I know you’re mad, but honey, I want you with me. With me. Not being mad at her in your mind.”

  He knew he was going to handle Roxie, but he had to admit Laurie made sense. He couldn’t stand that someone had fucked with his woman, but she deserved his attention right now. Breathing deeply, clearing his thoughts, he nodded.

  “You got it, babe. You got me now. Don’t mistake me, I’m dealin’ with this shit later, but you got all of me now.” Taking her lips in a possessive kiss, he put all his emotions in the moment.

  Mac came out to greet her boisterously, interrupting the kiss.

  “Son, you can go ahead and head out. We’ve got this here.”

  “Appreciate it, Chief,” he replied, grabbing Laurie’s hand. “Leave your car here, babe. We can pick it up tomorrow.”

  “Why can’t we just drive my car?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

  Rob looked at her and said, “Babe. Yellow VW bug. Me. We don’t work. Your ride looks cute for you, but Laurie, not being seen in town in that yellow bug.”

  She laughed, “I knew that… I just wanted to get a rise out of you.”

  “A rise? You wanna rise outta me, girl?” he swatted her ass as she hopped into his truck. “I get you home, and you’re gonna’ see a rise outta me! And just for that, you may find my hand swattin’ your bare backside!”

  She leaned over the console to give him a quick kiss. “Rob, you can give me anything you want!”

  “Oh hell, girl, let’s get home.”

  *

  Rob and Laurie barely made it home before tearing their clothes off. She slipped out of his grasp as he shucked his jeans off and ran down the hall to the bedroom. Suddenly lifted off the ground and tossed onto the bed, she screamed in delight as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the side of the bed. She raised her head to watch as he laid a trail of open-mouth, wet kisses from her breasts down her stomach, ending between her legs. Her legs spread wide, he feasted on her wet folds, sliding his tongue deep inside. She tastes sweeter than anything I could have imagined.

  Her head fell back on the bed as the sensations swept over her, threatening to drown her in their intensity. Her pussy throbbed as his tongue continued its ministrations. She began to rock her hips up as though they were seeking more contact, more pressure, more …anything.

  He chuckled, and placed his large hand on her hips to keep her still. He continued to lick her folds, pressing his tongue inside her pussy, then moved up slightly to pull her clit into his mouth. His hand slipped up towards her breasts, lightly pinching a nipple at the same time.

  She cried out as her world exploded in a shower of sensations, sparks flying out from her core in all directions. He lapped up her juices as the orgasm created the flow he had been waiting for. She lay boneless, not sure she could move until he stood and leaned over her, dragging her body up higher on the bed. Lifting herself up, she admired the body towering over her. She would never get tired of seeing him naked, his muscular body proudly on display. Over six feet of sinew, bulky shoulders, biceps, and pecs from years of weight training for football and now carrying fire equipment. His sixpack abs led downward to his massive legs, with his cock standing out ready to meld his body with hers.

  He crawled up her body. With the scent of her sex filling the air, he nipped at her flat stomach and suckled her breasts. He loved her natural breasts, the feel and texture of them as he palmed one while deeply sucking the nipple of the other. He lowered his hips between her legs, feeling his dick straining to enter her as though it had a mind of its own. Rob looked down at the face of the woman he loved, marveling that such a perfect creature wanted him. Her eyes were closed allowing her thick lashes to touch her cheeks. The pale complexion was reflected in the moonlight shining through the blinds. And her hair. That shiny mass of thick hair lay across the pillow and down the sheets.

  “Eyes, babe,” he softly ordered. She smiled as her grey eyes met his blue ones.

  “Love you, Laurie. All my heart, babe,” he whispered.

  “I love you too, Rob. Always.”

  With that, he plunged his straining cock deep inside her, fully seating himself in one thrust. Laurie’s hips moved upwards to meet his as this thrusts became more forceful. With wild abandon, he pumped furiously inside as though to reach some secret place inside of her that he wanted to touch. With that intensity, it did not take long until she was screaming his name as her climax roared through her.

  He pumped until her pussy had stopped milking him, then he quickly pulled out much to her dismay. Before she could question him, he flipped her over on her stomach and grasped her hips to pull them up and back.

  “On your knees, babe,” he ordered. voice raspy with need, as he placed a pillow under her hips.

  She quickly obeyed, loving his take-charge-mood. He held a handful of her hair in one hand, pulling gently. A loud crack sounded as he slapped her ass with his other hand, the pain sharp and quick, but then just as quickly, he rubbed the spot gently, soothing the reddened area. Immediately, she felt her pussy clench and moisture pooled again. She moaned involuntarily, and he leaned over her back.

  “Is that okay, babe?” he asked, still smoothing her ass.

  Moaning in pleasure was the only answer she was able to give, and he just chuckled again. Several more ass slaps came in quick succession, each followed by a soothing touch. He slid his fingers to her pussy, feeling the wetness that dripped over her folds.

  “You’re soaked for me, babe. You okay with this? Won’t do anything you don’t like.”

  “Please, Rob, just do it. Fuck me now.”

  Grinning, he replied, “My momma always taught me to listen to a lady.” And with that he plunged his engorged dick
into her waiting core.

  This angle brought new sensations for Laurie, and she felt as though her world was tipping on its axis. His fingers gripped her hips, digging in to hold her as he pounded in fiercely.

  She rocked back and forth as his body slammed into hers, over and over. How can these different positions feel so amazing? She loved the feel inside, but wanted to feel the friction on her clit. Slowly moving her hand down between her legs, she fingered herself, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

  “Oh, babe. Seein’ you touch yourself is gonna make me harder,” he panted, between thrusts.

  Embarassed, she quickly removed her hand, placing it back on the pillow.

  “Don’t stop, babe. Keep doin’ it,” he ordered.

  Sliding her fingers back to her clit, she rubbed and pulled on the swollen nub, feeling herself race to the end, desperate for the finish line.

  Wanting her to come again before he did, he reached around pinching her nipple, sending her moaning.

  “Are you close, babe?” he asked roughly.

  “Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes.” The friction sensations from her pussy were sending sparks outward as the pressure began to build. Like a volcano that needed to erupt, she was so close, straining to find her release. Her hands went back to the bed as his hard thrusts pushed her forward.

  His hand slapped her ass once again before sliding forward and pinching her clit. That was all it took for her eruption, as the lava flowed over the edge in all directions.

  Her pussy convulsed around his cock, and with a few more thrusts he felt himself give over to his own release. Head thrown back, thick neck muscles straining, he pulsated into her waiting body, experiencing a release unlike one he had ever felt in his life.

  They both fell forward onto the bed, his large body completely covering hers. Sweating, breathing heavily, Rob had never felt so sated in his life. Awareness slowly came back, and he realized that Laurie was crushed under him.

  Rolling to the side, he pulled her gently to him. “Babe, sorry. Didn’t mean to crush you. You okay?” He brushed her hair away from her beautiful face, peering deeply into her eyes. What he saw stunned him.

  Tears, shining in her eyes, glimmered back at him. Her face was lit with a smile that dazzled. Reaching up her small hand to cup his strong jaw, she gently rubbed the stubble.

  “I’m fine, Rob. That was so amazing. It was as though we were truly one person. One movement. One body. One soul.” Looking deeply into his gorgeous eyes, she leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “I love you, Rob. Always and forever.”

  He closed his eyes momentarily, wondering once again how this amazing creature ever came into his life. “Love you back, Laurie.”

  With that, he tucked her in tightly, arms and legs tangled, breath mingled, hearts beating as one, and slept.

  Chapter 11

  Winter settled in Fairfield, often resulting in recess time being spent inside due to the cold temperatures. Laurie found herself having to be more creative in ways for the students to release their excess energy. As they were playing games in the floor of the classroom, Jean came to the door, with a little girl in tow. Laurie walked over, smiling at the child, noticing her shy demeanor and her big eyes staring out at the other children in the room. After introducing herself to Cindy, the boisterous students in her class ran over to meet the new girl, immediately pulling her into their games.

  Jean leaned over, telling her they needed to talk at the end of the day. Laurie just nodded and turned back to her class. After the last school bus left, Laurie headed to Jean’s office.

  “Hey, what’s up, Jean?”

  “Hey, girl. I need to have you read the records that came in with Cindy. She’s in foster care having been taken from her abusive home.”

  Eyes snapping, Laurie swore. She hated the abuse that some children faced and while she was glad that Cindy was in a good foster home, it always made her thankful once more that Emma had stepped up to be her guardian.

  Jean continued, “It appears that her uncle was abusing her, but the parents did not believe her. Her former school discovered it, and she was taken from the home. The uncle is in jail awaiting trial, but DSS and the judge decided that for her own protection she would be placed in a therapeutic foster home.”

  Eyes skimming the report, Laurie looked back up at Jean’s kind face. “She’s with the Carlsons?” Jean nodded, and Laurie sighed in relief. The Carlson family was a well-known foster family in town. The mother had a psychology background, and the father was a special education teacher. They were loving, friendly, and had assisted many children over the years as amazing foster parents. The Carlsons would be perfect for Cindy.

  “Anything special I need to know?” Laurie asked, closing the report.

  “She just doesn’t feel comfortable around men. Even Mr. Carlson has to be very careful around her. Keep an eye on her; she may have to stay with you instead of going to art class for a while.” Their art teacher was phenomenal, but was a male; therefore, Cindy may not take to him immediately.

  “No problem,” Laurie answered.

  She and Jean continued to talk casually for a little while. Jean was funny, warm, and so genuine. Laurie always enjoyed spending time with her. They decided to head to Bernie’s bakery for a treat and to continue their conversation.

  Bernie greeted Laurie as a daughter already, hugging her tightly and yelling out her favorite coffee order to the barista. Once seated, Bernie brought over their coffees and pastries. Patting her hand, Bernie told her the treats were on the house.

  Jean and Laurie sat quietly for a few minutes, the luscious indulgences taking all of their attention. Laurie carefully perused her coffee partner. Jean was a beautiful, single, forty-year-old woman. Laurie realized that she always felt comfortable with Jean because she reminded her so much of Emma. Caring, wise, intelligent, protective.

  Jean looked up from devouring the scrumptious treat, laughing about the calories she would need to work off.

  “Can I ask you a question, Jean?” Laurie asked. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

  “Sure, fire away,” Jean replied. “I honestly don’t have any secrets.”

  “I was just wondering if you were seeing someone. You never talk about dating anyone, so I was just curious.”

  “I was married once, many years ago,” Jean answered thoughtfully.

  “What happened?”

  “We were young, early twenties, just out of college. I was working in a school system, and he was a contractor, building houses. We were happy, saving money and hoped to start a family soon. But life has a way of sometimes changing your plans.”

  Laurie, having told Jean her own story, was well versed in how life can throw all your plans into a tailspin.

  “He was killed on a job site. One morning I kiss him goodbye, and the next thing I know I get the phone call to go to the hospital. A truck filled with wooden beams was being unloaded at the job site, and a cable snapped. The beams landed on him, crushing him.” Jean looked into the distance, as though the memory from fifteen years ago was as fresh as if it had just happened. “At least I was told that he would have died instantly and not suffered.”

  “Oh Jean, I’m so sorry. I should have never asked.”

  Jean patted Laurie’s hand. “Don’t be silly, Laurie. Talking about Rick allows me to remember him. I’ve moved on but will always remember. And no, I am not dating anyone now. I have occasionally gone on dates, but just never found anyone that interested me for longer than a few dinner dates.” Grinning at Laurie, she joked, “But who knows? My handsome prince may come riding up someday!”

  Right then, Carol walked in and joined them. The conversation turned to a happier subject as they discussed Carol’s upcoming wedding.

  “My parents are being difficult as usual, but Tom is encouraging me to do things my way.”

  “Absolutely!” Jean stated, and Laurie agreed. Bernie came over and joined into the plans. Before they knew it,
the winter sun was setting early, and the friends parted with promises to get together again soon.

  *

  By the time Laurie got home, she was exhausted. Carol was spending more and more evenings with Tom, so Laurie had the big apartment to herself. She decided to lie down for a nap since Rob wasn’t expected until later. Hours later he came in using his key, noticing the lights off and Laurie’s purse and shoes left in the living room. Walking through the apartment turning on lights, he made his way to the bedroom. There he found her on top of the comforter, still dressed in her work clothes, sound asleep. He was concerned. She had been getting increasingly more tired, but insisted that she wasn’t sick. Grabbing a blanket off the end of the bed to throw over her, he noticed her feet. Flipping on the light to get a better look, he saw that her feet were bluish in color. He touched them, and they were freezing cold, turning white where his fingers pressed. Jesus, her toes are cold.

  Feeling her feet being wrapped up, she began to stir. Opening her eyes to the sight of Rob sliding onto the bed with her made her smile. “Hey, honey,” she said sleepily.

  He gently rubbed her back then pushed her hair from her eyes. “Babe, you’re hot. You may have a fever. Your cheeks are kinda red.”

  She rolled over, wincing as she sat up.

  “Darlin’, you need to go to the doctor,” he said, concerned. He leaned back against the headboard, pulling her carefully back toward him, and tucked her into his front. “I wrapped up your feet – they were blue.”

  She laughed. “I’ve have cold, blue feet for years. It gets worse in the winter.” She rubbed her neck and winced again.

  He replaced her hand with his, massaging the area. “Babe, is Carol coming home tonight?” She shook her head, so he pulled his phone out of his pocket.