Untwist

by Coopmans, Kathy

  The pain has subsided tremendously. I wasn’t sure if it would. I didn’t tell Ellie by picking her up; I felt something pull. It wasn’t until we climbed into bed, and the pain became worse that I realized I needed to slow the hell down and take care of myself.

  It didn’t take much on my part since Ellie was a step ahead of me. She hasn’t let me do a goddamn thing around this place that involves the use of my shoulder. I felt like a pussy watching her wait on me hand and foot. Funny though, how whenever I stopped and thought about it, it didn’t make me feel less of a man, it made me feel like the luckiest bastard in the world.

  Recalling every minute we’ve spent together, talking and laughing has pushed me toward newfound happiness I never thought would be possible for me. It has me seeing life differently. I’m determined to take it and live. Preferably with her by my side. Showing her off as mine, making her happy, and giving her everything she deserves.

  Can’t even lie that besides missing our families, the daily phone calls from Lexi asking when Ellie is coming home, and watching her struggle through the physical pain, they’ve been the best days of my life. But we need to talk about where home is for many reasons amongst other things.

  First, I need to fuck her.

  “I found blueprints in the closet of the room when I was hanging up my mother’s clothes. I noticed the initial LM on the bottom. That wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”

  Well, shit. Not exactly the discussion I wanted to have right now, but I was a teacher of seduction. I can turn this around and kill several birds with one stone.

  There’s a softness to her tone too that I’ve come to expect as much as respect whenever she asks something about me. It makes me realize how damn lucky I am.

  Slowly she uprights herself by grabbing hold of the edge of the pool, dragging herself out and sitting on the side, dangling her feet in the water. The lights from the deck giving me a better view of her.

  Water drips down her skin, making my mouth dry.

  Jesus, there’s nothing to the bikini she bought at the second-hand store she went shopping at today. She came home with two bags full of stuff. The excitement in her features shining bright when she told me the same lady owned it and was thrilled to see Ellie. It’s red, it’s sexy as fuck, and it’s about to come off.

  “Lose the bikini top, and I’ll tell you.”

  Her brows shoot up, tongue darting out to lick her lips. All the indication I need that she’s as worked up as I am.

  “Am I being taught a lesson?” She laughs, the sound of it going straight to my dick. I’ll never tire of hearing her laugh. She’s done a lot of it lately. So have I.

  My laugh dies when she leans back onto her hands, the gleam in her eyes indication she’s strumming up her own erotic thoughts.

  Knew from the first time I was buried inside her, she was a handful.

  “If this were a lesson, I’d have had you on all fours while I fucked your perfect round ass over giving me glimpses of it for days.” I say that because there are several truths to it. First being, her ass is perfect. Second, up until today, she’s washed and worn her robe because it felt good against her wounds. The problem for me was every time she bent over, my dick groaned in protest. And the third holds more truth than I’ll let on. I don’t want her having a complex over the scars.

  Sitting forward, she slowly reaches around her neck, unties the barely-there top and holds it in place, covering herself while she does the same to the strings tied at her back.

  Our eyes lock, and it’s in those blues of hers where I don’t mind becoming lost. Not if the sea in front of me holds promises of straying off course together.

  Unstoppable.

  We were destined to collide.

  “Fuck, Ellie,” I sputter when she drops her hands, the material falling with them. Hard and erect nipples, tits that fit perfectly in my hands are waiting for my mouth.

  “What? You said to lose the top.” She laughs again, which causes her breasts to bounce.

  Backfire.

  I’m positive of it.

  Teach her how to please a man, my goddamn ass. She’s a natural seductress. Only this time, she’s playing with not only a man who can sense the taunt and tease, but he can also stop it with one quick swipe of his tongue across many places on Ellie’s body that sets her off.

  Guess she’s going to need a lesson after all.

  “Answer my question, Logan.”

  She tweaks a nipple, bats her lashes, and I damn near forget what she asked.

  She’s going to pay for this in the most pleasurable way.

  “Yes. When I was younger, drawing was something I liked to do.” I tell her everything there is to know about my love for drawing. I tell her how I’m not interested in going to college, but intrigued about starting a business and having others work under me. With each word, I inch closer to her while she keeps her eyes on me, her fingers rolling that nipple.

  I fight the temptation to swim the rest of the way to her, spread her thighs, and fuck her until the sun comes up.

  This scene isn’t what I envisioned when we had this talk, but goddamn does it make it easier as much as watching her makes me hard.

  “You keep that up, and you’ll be in trouble.”

  A moan leaves her throat — fucking hell.

  “What about the club? Who’s been running it while you are gone?”

  Her question comes out breathless and needy.

  “No one. We sold it. I need to go back the day after tomorrow.” I proceed to fill her in with the little knowledge I have regarding the club.

  The papers to list the building were what was in the file waiting for me to sign. I have no idea what Lane did with the contents of the building. I haven’t asked him the few times we’ve talked. I don’t care what he’s done with any of it. He could have hauled in a dumpster and tossed it all for all I know.

  Behind Closed Doors doesn’t exist anymore. Lane cut checks of reimbursement to every single member whether they wanted it or not, sent them a friendly letter along with it. There won’t be any repercussions, not when people don’t want their name to be dragged into the open.

  You’d think I’d be unhappy knowing how much it meant to my father, but I’m not. I’m glad it’s dissolved, and I honestly believe my father wouldn’t want it any other way. Not when I’m happy, and undoubtedly when Lane and Seth aren’t.

  That building along with what went on inside single-handedly sucked the life out of me and my brothers. And we let it. It consumed our lives. Greed and corruption and fraud. We were the center of it. A lifestyle that brought empty physical pleasure.

  “Really?” Ellie expels on a shaky breath. A smile that indicates she’s happy spreads across those healed plump lips.

  “I think you should do it then.”

  “Do what?”

  I know what she means, my thoughts are long past that though. I want her to unravel from my touch. I want to make her lose her mind the same way as watching her play with herself is doing to me.

  “Start a business.”

  I look under the water to where her toes are curling as she slowly swings them back and forth. I trail up her legs to the tiny scrap of material covering her pussy. As sexy as it is, they need to come off too.

  “Is that so?” I smirk when I reach her, grab hold of her ankles and run my hands up her legs, parting them wider until I reach the ties dangling at her sides. I untie one, lean in and lick up her stomach. Loving the way her body shivers from my touch.

  “It is so. You can do whatever you want to do.” Her breathing is picking up, panting even.

  What I want to do right now is fuck you until it’s physically impossible for me to fuck you anymore. I don’t say that. Instead, I reply with a question of my own.

  “And where should I do this? Here or Louisiana?” I move to the other tie, undo it, and with a little upward shift of her ass, I yank them off, grip her by the waist and with a startled yelp out of her mouth, I pull her in
to the water, rubbing that pussy across my still covered dick.

  Tits press against my chest; long legs wrap around my waist, arms around my neck. Hot breath inches away from my mouth as I strain not to slip out of my swim trunks and put us both out of our misery.

  Heaven.

  “Here. With me. I’m not going back to Louisiana to live. I’m staying here. I told you this is home and my home is with you.” There’s no hesitation in her voice. No doubt, no sadness, no pain. Just me and her and her sexy as hell little whimpers.

  “Then here it is. I’m done talking for now. It’s been weeks. I need to taste, lick and fuck you. Goddamn, I’ve missed being inside of you,” I murmur, hands palming her ass.

  Nose to nose. Lips are almost touching. This woman, the only thing I can see. I feel the beauty of our future that lies ahead in her eyes until she leans in, swipes my lip, closing her eyes as a tremble rolls right through her when I suck on her tongue. She pulls me in as close as she can get me, breathing in the same air as she fights for domination she won’t win.

  Spinning.

  I palm an ass cheek, tangle the other in her hair, and walk us out of the pool without breaking the connection.

  I kiss her until I can’t see straight. I consume her until she’s all I ever want to taste again. I can’t stop kissing her. Not even when I take us to one of the chaise loungers, position us so she’s on top of me. My tongue travels around her mouth. I’m taking pleasure in her and devouring the last traces of a past that tried to break us at the same time.

  We’re both breathless when I pull away and tug her higher up my body. I dip my head to trace a line with my tongue down her neck, her chest and nibble a hardened, peaked nipple in my mouth. I don’t speak, I listen to her moans, her lusty pants, feel her trembling legs and I don’t stop the torture on her nipples until I’ve had my taste.

  “God, look at you. I love you so fucking much.”

  Water is dripping down her moonlight glistening skin. I know damn well she’s wetter between those legs.

  Fuck. Me.

  Her eyes flare, and the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard leaves her mouth when I haul her ass upward to straddle my face. I swipe a finger along her slit. It’s insanely sexy watching and hearing her fall apart. She’s aroused, wet, and all mine. Her smell annihilates my senses. Fuck, I need to taste her, and then I’m going to tip her over the edge, watch her completely lose it with my touch. I’m going to devote, admire, and watch her fall apart under my hands. My tongue. My fingers. My cock.

  I press a finger inside, stroking her gently, while my tongue plunges inside, licking, sucking, and taking control of her body. My dick gets even harder when she slides her fingers down her stomach, one of her thumbs pressing on her clit.

  “Goddamn,” I shout, that lesson long forgotten.

  Then my tongue goes back for more. My lips, face, and chin are dripping with her desire.

  “I’m coming,” she screams, thumb circling her nub, pussy tightening around my fingers — thighs pressing against my head. I grab her ass and bury my face as far as I can go, her back arches, hair whispering across my hands.

  I have never witnessed anything as erotic as Ellie when she comes. Nothing more beautiful, more fulfilling.

  I’m unraveling. Undone. Untwisted.

  My cock is so fucking hard he’s ready to explode. I need to be inside of her badly.

  “Going to flip us over.” Hiking up, I do just that, nearly coming when I lay her down, and she spreads her legs.

  Jesus.

  “I have always thought you were hot as hell. Right now, you are a steaming temptress stretched out like that, legs spread wide, pussy swollen and ready for me.”

  She doesn’t speak. She pants. She squirms. She sits up, unties my trunks, pulls them down, and takes hold of my cock.

  I clench my fists to stop myself from stopping her when she circles my length and sweeps her thumb over the tip. I damn near blow my load when she leans in and pulls me into the hot well of her mouth.

  “My God, Ellie, your lips wrapped around my dick like that feels so good,” I praise her through gritted teeth.

  Curling my fingers into her hair, I fight with everything in me not to slam my cock to the back of her throat.

  My eyes roll to the back of my head. And all I can do is stand there and let her please me. And Christ does she ever. The wet warmth of her mouth as she deep throats. The force of her tongue as she licks the underside of my cock is what I love more than anything.

  “Ellie, not coming inside your mouth this time, lay back and spread for me.” I don’t wait for her; I can’t.

  She complies, but the second I settle in between her legs, I go right back to kissing her hard and deep.

  She protests with a whimper when I pull away. Her closed eyes pop open when she feels the tip of my cock at her entrance.

  Palming an ass cheek, I push my hardness into her, needing relief. Fuck, she’s so wet. She gasps into my mouth. I swallow it; pure bliss hits me like a freight train knowing she’s enjoying tasting herself.

  The wicked woman turns me on all the more when her teeth scrape lightly over my tongue, and she sucks it into her mouth. Her lips leave mine, trailing to my ear. She nibbles the lobe, breathing heavy while her nails score down my back. My face goes to her neck, sucking on the pulse point that drives me out of my mind.

  “I love you,” she declares. Those expressive, potent words come to rest in my chest.

  “Damn right, you do.” My forehead drops to hers as I push a little more into her, and pause. God, she feels incredible.

  “Feel this connection, Ellie. It’s forever,” I whisper, bracing my hands at the sides of her head, and sink all the way inside. I pull out, tenderly push back in a few times, soaking in the warmth of her as muscles they clench with her upward-moving hips.

  “I’ve never felt anything this incredible in my life.”

  Then I’m moving greedily inside her. Those long, shapely legs are wrapping around my ass to hold me close. The sounds of skin against skin joining, take over my movements with a desire deprived to hear them. I maintain my strokes, long and deep. Slow and powerful. I’ll spend the rest of our lives showing her just how much she means to me, how deeply inside of me she is.

  Bone deep.

  My cock pulses and throbs; her pussy tightens and squeezes. I light up when she whispers my name. The low, blissful sound escaping her mouth the same time I recite hers sends me over the edge. My orgasm is tightening my balls and pouring inside of her.

  Marry me, sits on the edge of my tongue. It doesn’t come out, but it will sooner rather than later.

  Chapter 15

  Ellie

  The branches on the large oak trees sway across the rolling grounds of the beautifully maintained cemetery as I pull through the gate. It’s strange that less than a mile away in each direction, all you see is palm trees lining the streets and there’s not a one here.

  Grabbing my coffee and the flowers, I climb out of the truck and follow the familiar path. My flip-flops smack against the asphalt. I’m anxious. Eager even to get to my destination. Usually when I come here, I’m dragging my feet, and my spirit is about as low as it can get.

  Not today. Today I’m excited to talk to a man about another man.

  “Hi, Dad.” I kneel in front of his headstone, I set my coffee off to the side and run the tips of my fingers across his name. A man who was taken from me much too soon. The same as my mother. “At least Elizabeth did something right by placing you in a beautiful place to rest.” It saddens me he isn’t next to my mom, but as my mother said in her letter, don’t worry about things I have no control over.

  “I brought you some bluebonnets. It looks like the dirt in the pot needs changing. I’ll do it next time.” I dig my way through the dirt, place the flowers in the pot and pack the soil around them. They won’t last long this way, but it’s the thought that both he and Mom have the state flower they loved so much next to them. “There you go.”


  Shaking the dirt from my hands and laughing when I realize I forgot to grab something to clean my hands, I shrug, grab the hem of my t-shirt and wipe them off. I lean back and stretch out my legs, tilt my head back, and let the sun warm my face. I miss the sweltering Texas heat. Quite honestly, I miss a lot of things about this area of Texas.

  “I think I love the heat because you did. There were some evenings when the air was so thick you could barely breathe. It didn’t bother you a bit; you’d come home after working all day and tell me and Mom that you’ve been inside in a stuffy office. She would laugh and tell you we could do whatever you wanted. You would answer and say, nope, it’s up to bluebonnet. It didn’t matter to you as long as we were outside and together.”

  I smile so wide it hurts. I did the same thing when I sat down on the green grass to talk to my mom too. It’s a miracle in itself that I could speak out loud to my parents, let alone crack a smile when I never could before. That’s what love does to a person. It makes you smile.

  “I will always miss you and Mom. Please forgive me for taking this long. I’ve got so much to tell you, so much to share, I don’t know where to begin. I’ve already visited with Mom and told her everything. I hope the two of you are happy up there. I’m okay now, Dad. Better than okay. I’m deliriously happy.”

  A strange half-cry, half-laugh escapes my mouth, I want to cry because my dad isn’t here to call me his bluebonnet or to fill my life with jokes I never understood. I want to laugh because; I remember as clear as the sky is blue how I scowled one day when he came home from work, and I told him I got married. Of course, it was an imaginary wedding where Norah and I pretended to marry one another.

  That particular day it was my turn to play the groom. Norah and I switched roles whenever we’d play marriage. One day after my mother had had enough of me wearing her wedding dress, she took Norah and me into their bedroom and gave us one of Dad’s older suits and four of her dresses. Those dresses were in one of the boxes. I was so happy to have something of hers; I didn’t notice until I sorted them.