[Legal 01.0] Legal

by Bree Dahlia

  “No, I’m good. Thanks anyway.”

  We entered the house, going into the kitchen. I filled a bowl of water for the dog and a couple glasses of iced tea for us. Michelle plopped down on the chair, and Sasha lay by her feet. She dug around in her purse and pulled out a small canister.

  “Here.” She handed it to me. Pills? “These might come in handy for you, especially now.”

  I popped open the top and saw some small pink capsules inside. “What are they?”

  Michelle waved her hand. “Don’t worry; they’re all natural. Just a little energizer to make you feel years younger. Wanna do what you can to keep up with the new boy trinket, right?”

  I handed them back to her and sighed. “I’ll pass.” There was no way in hell I was taking something that was floating around in her bag. Between the miracle cream and the tape I’d discontinued using because it ripped off part of my eyebrow, I wasn’t eager to get in line for the next product in Michelle’s Pharmacy. It was liable to give me the side effect of sealing up my vagina. What good is more pep when you can’t even have sex?

  She shrugged, tossing them back in her purse as I excused myself to get the DermaIce. Along the way, I heard the ding, and I grabbed my phone.

  Does tonight work for you?

  I was truly bipolar or something. The flip in my mood when I saw Chase’s text scared me. Was I becoming a sex addict?

  Yes. 8:00?

  How long do we have?

  2 hours.

  I waited for him to respond as I got her cream out of the bathroom cabinet. I started second-guessing things. Was that time okay? Was it too much time? I usually didn’t schedule that long a period at once. Ding. I looked at the screen and smiled wide, my insides feeling gooey.

  See you then, Wild Horses.

  Oh, shit, what is the matter with me? Did I actually just skip back to the kitchen?

  I gave Michelle her stuff back, then patted Sasha on the head before sitting down at the other side of the table, wondering if I looked as giddy as I felt. I swear it was like I was preparing to get laid for the first time ever.

  “It’s fun, eh?” she said. “Ride that horse as long as you can, honey.”

  My head did a quick jerk. “What—”

  “You know, I dated one of those once. Engaged for a while too. Had a good twenty years on him.” Another wink. “You should listen to me. I speak from experience.”

  My mouth widened. “Really?”

  “Oh, sure.” Her eyes looked upward, and she ticked off her fingers. “Between Tom and Jim.”

  “What happened?”

  “Had to boot him out.” She covered Sasha’s ears with her hands. “Attention span of a puppy. Slobbering all over you one minute, bounding off the next and getting dirty. I got tired of cleaning up after his messes. Sure, he had the energy of a Jack Russell Terrier in the sack, but he just wanted someone to pick up after him. I decided I’d rather have someone take care of me instead.”

  “Wow.” I wasn’t sure what else to say. My brain could not wrap around the image of her and…. Twenty years younger? Just when you think you know your neighbors.

  “And after a while, even the bedroom romps got to be a nuisance. I got tired of him humping on me all the time. It was impossible to turn him off, and housecoats just got him hornier than a tree frog.”

  Someone had wound her up and pulled her string, but I didn’t want to stop her. It was mesmerizing to me, like a horrific fifty-car pileup where everyone walked away unscathed.

  “Housecoats?” I said.

  Michelle brought Sasha onto her lap. “I just meant he liked ‘em older, made him frisky as hell. I shudder to think what would have happened if I’d started to wear orthopedic shoes.”

  “Huh. It was different with my mother. My dad is younger than her. He had a… uh, hard time with her aging.” I didn’t want to get into it much more than that.

  “What kind do you got?” she asked.

  “I have no idea.” Was Chase like my father, or was he only after my wrinkles? And why did it even matter when this was a temporary situation?

  “Well, you gotta figure it out. It’s the only way you’ll know how to get rid of him. You don’t want him continuing to hang around after you’ve given him his walking papers.” She scratched her chin. “But in the meantime, get as many facials as you can.” She winked. “You know what I mean.”

  I scrunched my face. “No, I don’t.”

  She made a handjob gesture. “Great for the skin. Make sure to rub it in good and leave on overnight. That young sperm has more of those antioxidants and stuff.” I opened my mouth and shut it. There were no words. “My advice? You—”

  A rap on the kitchen window caused both of us to flinch. It was Perry, and I waved her in. I wasn’t expecting her today.

  “Hey, what are you doing here? You remember—”

  Perry nodded and smiled. “Yes. How’s it going, Mabel?”

  “It’s Michelle.”

  “Oh, right. Sorry. I had a break, so I thought I’d stop by and chat.” Perry only worked half a mile away.

  Michelle stood up. “I need to get going anyway. It’s time to give Henry his pill.”

  “Your dog?” Perry asked.

  “My husband. Now remember, Jillian. As I was saying”—she finished her coughing fit—“milk him for all he’s worth. And I mean that literally and figuratively, darlin’. But when it’s time to settle down again, go for an older one. You won’t get the same kind of action, but you’ll be better off in the long run.” She shook her head and muttered, “I might as well be eighty for as much as he gets it up.”

  Perry looked like she was biting the insides of her cheeks, and I shot her a dagger. Don’t even think about it. She held it in until Michelle left, then busted out laughing.

  “Seriously, Jills?”

  “What?”

  “Tell me you’re not considering taking any advice from that woman.”

  “She’s been through it before, Perry. It might not be the worst idea.”

  “You make it sound like a disease.” She opened the fridge and pulled out a can of soda. “Speaking of, is she okay? I thought she was going to drop a lung on your floor.”

  “Yeah, she just has a little smoking habit.” Perry raised her eyebrow, and I shrugged. Okay, it was more like a carton-a-day habit. Combined with a touch of emphysema.

  “At any rate, I can’t believe you’re listening to that hairball hacker. Am I the only one who’s sane around here?”

  “She’s a very nice person, Perry.”

  “I’m sure she is, but isn’t she like on her tenth marriage? You don’t go to a priest when you want to get knocked up.”

  I laughed. “It’s her fourth, and I think this one’s going to stick.” I checked the time; I had to run out soon. “And I’m not looking for marriage—or even relationship—advice. I want insight into the older woman/younger man dynamic, and she’s been there. I’m more interested in the best way to end it when we’re finished… being casual.”

  Perry threw up her hands. “I am the only sane one. It’s confirmed. It’s over when it’s over, Jills. It doesn’t matter if he’s eighteen or a hundred and eighteen.” She flattened her mouth. “Well, that’s not true. I suppose if he’s that old, he’ll probably die before you can break it off.”

  I had to get going so I could be back to make my calls. Fortunately, the mall was only ten minutes away from my house. “Listen, I don’t mean to cut you short, but I have to take off for a bit and go to the store. You can wait here if you want.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “Why can’t I go with you?”

  I sighed, dropping my shoulders. “Okay, but you have to promise me you won’t give me a hard time about anything I want to buy.”

  Yeah, like that would ever happen.

  I adjusted the neckline for the hundredth time on my double-knit polyester blouse. How the hell did people wear these things? I felt like I was being strangled by a pressure cooker. Even wit
h the air on, I was dying. But even that wasn’t as bad as the matching pants. I pulled at the elastic waistband that came up to my breasts and took a deep breath before snapping them back.

  Quit whining, Jillian. I was acting like a baby when I was the one who chose to dress like this. At least my hair was pulled up into a tight bun; that allowed one part of my body to be cool and comfortable.

  I quickly downed a glass of ice water and tried to still my frantic heartbeat. I was beyond jittery for all kinds of reasons. I felt and looked idiotic, but I’d stuck to my goal. That was the main thing. Even after Perry told me I was apeshit-crazy loud enough for the entire mall to hear.

  At two minutes to eight, Chase pulled into the driveway. For a second, I wondered if I was just shooting myself in my support-hosed foot, but it was too late now. I had to go through with the plan. Whichever way it went, I just hoped I’d get my fix in before he left.

  When I opened the front door for him, I was sweating buckets. Partly due to nerves and partly because I was wearing my grandmother’s couch. Damn, he looked good. Really, really good. I couldn’t wait to get started. I frowned. Great. I was probably too gross and would have to waste time by taking a shower first.

  Chase gave me a once-over, tilting his head. Then he came up and wrapped his arms around me. Hmm… Before my head could analyze it, my body took over and responded very favorably to the close contact. All the right places were pressing into me. So, so good.

  “God, Jillian. I’ve missed you.” He nuzzled against my neck, and I forgot all about my soaked skin. If it didn’t bother him, I wasn’t going to let it bother me. Of course, he was touching one of the few places that weren’t covered, so maybe I’d have to rethink that later.

  His kiss deleted some more brain cells, and I resigned to spending the rest of my night as a puddle. He popped open a few buttons on my blouse, enough to slip his hand inside. He paused and gave me a strange look. “What is this?”

  “My bra.” I said it like, ‘Of course, what else would it be?’ and he gave me that look again. But he did somehow manage to work his way into the triple-enforced steel enclosure and grasp a nipple. The sensation shot right to my core, and I whispered, “Bedroom. Now.”

  He continued to tease my breasts, taunting and rolling the nipples while his lips did their magic on mine. I moaned and writhed into him, colliding with the hardness I adored so much. I was about ready to drag him down the hall by his hair when something dawned on me. He was a freaking boulder.

  I pulled back. “This turns you on, doesn’t it? You have an old lady fetish.”

  He nibbled my ear. “I have a you fetish.” He thrust my body closer to his, and my mind see-sawed. What to do? Why did I care?

  “But you’re like a rock. Not that you’re not normally, but—”

  He placed a finger over my lips. “It’s been four days, Jillian. I’ve missed you. I was hard driving over just thinking about being with you again.”

  His fingers lightly stroked the sides of my neck, and I was going to combust. “It didn’t have to be that long,” I said softly. “I invited you over.”

  “I was giving you a recovery break.” He gave a low chuckle. “Would you agree you needed it?” I squeezed my thighs together and nodded. I had; I’d been so sore, even if I would have been more than willing to ignore it. “Since it’s my body you want, I wouldn’t have done you any good by coming over and playing board games.”

  Okay, he had a point. His touch was dissolving me. I closed my eyes as his fingertips danced over my bare skin. “All recovered now,” I said.

  Chase laughed and took my hand, leading me as if it were his bedroom we were going to and not mine. One by one, he undid the rest of my buttons, and if he had anything to say about the Fort Knox brassiere, he didn’t comment. I was so ready to be out of these clothes. As far as I could tell, I hadn’t learned anything from my little experiment. If the mere thought of seeing me really had started to get him excited, then the costume hadn’t affected him one way or the other. He was neither aroused nor turned off by it.

  I had to help him remove the bra, and I felt even more ridiculous standing in my rose-colored pants and compression stockings, knowing about the granny panties underneath. Of all the stupid ideas….

  He kissed the tops of my shoulders, then trailed his mouth over my collarbone and down my breasts. In no time, he was at the waistband. He tugged them down, only to find more barriers. Shaking his head, he tried peeling off the rest. “Your body’s too beautiful to cover it this much, Jillian.”

  I worked with him to get the rest removed, thinking I was completely destroying the mood, but once again Chase surprised me. I was starting to believe that it would take a lot more to scare him away.

  Reaching for his cock proved that—at least physically. He showed no signs of simmering down. I was now free from my self-imposed restrictions, and it was glorious. I could breathe deeply, I was open for him, and he was ready for me. “Please, Chase.” I tugged at his clothes. “Take these off. Get naked with me.”

  Instead, he picked me up and placed me on the bed, lying next to me. He made no move to undress, and I tried to disregard the dwindling time. We’d normally be going on our second round by now and my fourth orgasm. He never seemed to go fully down before he sprang back to life again, even after he came. Ugh, stupid grandma clothes. They were going straight into the donation pile.

  Chase lay on his side and me on my back, his fingers like hot glass gliding over my skin. He was excruciatingly slow, taking his time slicing me open and extracting my pleasure. Every nerve ending was sparked, and I was dying a slow, fiery death.

  “Chase…” I didn’t understand what was taking so long. I couldn’t even if I tried harder. My intellect was shot to hell. I was a mass of senses, all buzzing and whirling. And I was wet. I was so painfully wet. Even in my incoherency, I knew I was a raging flood.

  His warm mouth closed over one nipple, then the other. He continued to torment me with his touch, coming close to my screaming clit but moving up my belly instead. My muscles quivered. He hadn’t even penetrated me in any shape or form. I was one hundred percent in there—was he still concerned about that? My pussy was pleading for it, begging to be slammed hard. If I weren’t a bag of jelly, I’d toss him over and force myself down on him.

  “God, Chase. I need you. Now.” I gritted my teeth. His clothes were still on. Why were they still on?

  “Relax, Jillian.” He dragged a finger through my wetness as if to appease me. “You’ve let me fuck you. Now let me love you.”

  I was careening out of control, different parts of me vying for authority. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. When we had our sessions, they were fast and furious. Hard thrusts over and over and over. Deep positions and cries of ecstasy. Raw, primal fucking with no concern other than physical pleasure. Even his tongue had a rough softness as he sucked every last orgasm from me.

  But this… this was something else entirely. It was intimate, and my body responded just as well, if not better. I didn’t know if I could handle that.

  “Will you do that for me, Wild Horses?” He brushed his lips gently across mine. “Will you let me love you?”

  “Yes.” The word was out before I could stop it, but once it was said, that last part of me fighting let go.

  Chase licked his way down my body and flicked his tongue over my clit. Once… twice was all it took to take the edge off. I liquefied into the bed, waves crashing against each other as they made their way through every tense muscle. A full-body climax and it was incredible. Exactly what I needed to relax fully and give myself over completely.

  For the night, I was unequivocally his, whatever way he wanted me.

  He must have kissed every inch of me, and I didn’t rush him. I savored his tender lips and his gentle bites. His breath on my neck and his fingertips that cascaded over me, throwing my arousal into a whole new stratosphere. He was sending me high, his scent intensifying everything along the way. I came har
d, and it was more satisfying than ever.

  At some point, he’d taken off his clothes and laid his hot skin next to mine. I hadn’t asked. I hadn’t even been aware of it until after the fact. It must have been during one of those times my body slammed into the ceiling.

  I placed my hand against his lower back; he was on his side, his erection bruising my hip. I brushed my fingertips over his tautness before rolling my body to face him. There was an instant current when his cock hit between my thighs.

  We had never been that close, and I wanted it. At that moment, I’d never wanted more. His hand tangled in my hair, the tight bun a foolish, distant memory, and drew my mouth deeply into his. We kissed like lovers, no space between his body and mine. The only way we could get any closer was if he were inside me.

  “Jillian.” He tried moving back slightly, but I wanted him close. Close close close. He had to be hurting by that point, his erection painfully throbbing. He hadn’t had the benefit of multiple orgasms to calm him down.

  “Chase,” I whispered into his ear, my hands in pure bliss as they touched wherever they could reach. His body was a marvel to me. Perfection. “I want to feel you, all of you, with nothing between us.”

  I wasn’t sure he understood until I glided my wetness against him. There were no words for how badly I wanted this. His eyes widened. “How…?”

  “It’s your choice. I’m yours tonight, Chase.” I smiled lightly. “I trust my body enough to know I’m safe, but you’ll need to trust me too. It’s all your decision, and I’ll accept whatever you want.” I’d accept it, but there was no doubt what I was hoping his answer would be. He’d told me that he’d never fucked without a condom before. Never. I believed him, and I believed in my body to know it wasn’t a viable time to get pregnant. “I promise you, Chase. I would never do anything to trap you.”

  “I know, Jillian.” His voice was barely audible as he slid inside me. His body shook as he filled me, as he pressed deeper and deeper. For a moment, I was concerned that his decision frightened him, that he was regretting the impulsiveness. Until I saw his face. He thrust inside me gently, then with more urgency. I’d never experienced anything so delicious, and I knew he felt the same.