by Kinsley Gibb
“Both?” He turned her to face him, his hands on her waist.
“You and your new girlfriend.” She moved away but he wouldn’t let go.
“Woman, we just broke up, there is no new girlfriend. Jeez, what kind of player do you think I am?” He looked fierce like he wanted to shake her, but she knew he wouldn’t.
“No?”
“Damn. Woman, you could drive a man to drink.” He thrust a hand through his hair, and she kind of felt sorry for the follicles, he’d been so rough.
“Okay, okay. Take it easy. You don’t want to go bald, do you?” She put a hand on his chest in an effort to calm him.
He stiffened at the contact and captured her hand with his. She tried to tug it back but he refused to release her. Instead he pressed his forehead against hers. “I…am…not…a…player.”
She nodded and he held her gaze as if he willed her to understand. He released a frustrated sound and pulled her close, squeezing her tight, as if he didn’t want to let her go.
“Hey now, Derek. We’re in public. You can’t go around mauling unsuspecting females. You could get locked up for that.”
“Shut up Dylan.”
“Just saying.”
“Dylan? Your sister, Dylan?”
“The one and only.”
“But I thought—“
“Yes, I’m aware of what you thought.” He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “Really, Anabelle? When have I given the impression that I’m a player?”
“My brother? A player?”
Dylan chuckled while Derek gave her another python squeeze like he wanted to make sure she didn’t disappear. “My brother wouldn’t dare, he’d be rendered helpless after his two sisters and three nieces henpecked him to submission.”
Derek made a face and shrugged. “Meet my sister, Dylan.”
Anabelle looked back and forth from brother to sister, trying to find a resemblance. They had the same smile, the same lopsided, single dimpled grin and maybe even the same ear shape. The difference being Dylan was half Asian, with freckles and long, dark hair. Beyond the smile she didn’t look much like Derek or Dani. Still she was beautiful and smiled in greeting. Her eyes held sadness and Anabelle remembered the reason Derek had moved to Sugar Bay.
Anabelle’s heart ached for Dylan and her girls.
“Your girls are adorable.”
“Thanks.” This time the smile reached her eyes and lit up her face. The transformation was breathtaking.
“They’re with Dani this morning. Derek sort of kidnapped me and forced me to take a break.”
“Yep, nothing like sunshine and good food before you go back to your dungeon.”
“If you say so, little brother.”
“Who you calling little, hmmm?”
“Okay then…baby brother.”
He muttered a mock growl, grabbed her into a headlock, and rubbed her head. She laughed and pushed him away. “Punk,” she said without any heat but with a swat to the back of his head. “Anabelle, it was good to meet you and if you don’t mind giving my pain-in-the-ass younger brother a ride home, I’ll take off.”
“I don’t want to interrupt your time together.”
“Are you kidding? She’s already sick of me. For the last hour, the girl’s been chomping at the bit to leave but if I don’t drag her out every once in a while, I’m afraid she’d never see the sun and get some much needed Vitamin D. Besides I’d love a ride from you.”
Her face flamed at his words and the hot look he sent her.
“Agh…children, please, I’m still here.”
Derek laughed. “Then go already. And text when you get home.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Anabelle and I have things to discuss.”
She looked into his warm brown eyes and thought about her mother’s struggle. She had to be brave. “Yes,” she said, nodding.
He didn’t reply, instead he took her hand and pulled her through the crowd. He rubbed her thumb as if he understood their next discussion was vital and he wanted privacy. He rushed her through the crowds, weaving and taking short cuts to the parking lots. Warmth spread through her and she released a shuddering breath. She’d thought she’d never feel his heat again and it had scared her.
She closed her eyes, wanting to imprint this memory in her mind, the feel of his hands, his rough, calloused but completely capable hands, hands that gave her such great pleasure and were now pulling her through the crowds with an almost desperate sense of urgency, because he needed to be with her. Anticipation made her shiver. He looked back, as if to check she was with him still, not only physically, but mentally. His gaze searched hers, his eyes, hot and piercing, said without words how much he wanted to touch her, to hold her but didn’t because stopping would delay their intimacy. She grinned, happiness bubbled inside.
He must have sensed the joy she couldn’t contain, he looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Wait. We need to wait.”
If anything, they increased their pace, until at last, they reached her car.
“Keys?”
She dug through her bag and handed them over.
He opened the passenger door and waited until she was seated, the movement hiked up her skirt and exposed much of her thighs.
“Have mercy,” he muttered before he slammed the door.
Minutes later they were on their way.
White knuckled, he gripped the steering wheel and drove with single-minded concentration. She studied his profile and wondered at her lapse in thinking. She’d almost given up on them. Idiot. Anabelle stroked the stubble on his face and his gaze snapped to hers.
His eyes were slightly wild and he bit out, “Anabelle, I’m dying here. Wait, babe.”
She grinned and ignored him.
The center console was in the way, but she got as close as she could and stroked where she could reach…his chest, arms, shoulders and his hard thighs.
He groaned, “Babe, please.”
At a stoplight, he grabbed and held her wandering hands, “Never been so grateful for a red light in my life,” he muttered and pulled her towards him. Their mouths met and he punished her with nips and sucks and licks until someone honked behind them.
“Shit.” He sent the car forwards again and glared at her. “Behave. I’m trying to get us there in one piece.”
He was right, so she stayed on her side even though she couldn’t stay still but the familiar sight of his neighborhood indicated they were close.
She could wait.
Maybe.
He parked, strode around the hood and opened her door. The speed at which he tugged her up the stairs, unlocked his door and pulled her inside was endearing. The keys barely made it on the console table before he crowded her against his door.
“Brace yourself, stubborn woman. You’re gonna be punished for the torture you put us through this last month. Not to mention that straight up bit of naughtiness in the car.” He nipped her lower lip and captured her hands in his. He pulled them to his mouth. Holding her gaze, he nipped her fingers one by one. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs.
“Be gentle.”
He stilled. Wariness entered his eyes, “Is there a specific reason I should?”
For a moment, she was confused. Then she remembered their lapse the night of the gala.
“Am I wrong in assuming you’re here because you want a relationship or are you here to tell me something else?” He pulled back, his stare pinned her.
“Yes…” His hands tightened on her arms. “I mean no. Not that.”
“Which is it, Anabelle?”
“I’m not pregnant.”
“Okay.”
His tone sounded disappointed so she added, “Not yet.”
His lips quirked and he grinned. “So you wouldn’t mind having my baby?”
“If it happens, I would be thrilled, if not, I’m going to enjoy you, being with you, working with you, playing with you.”
His grin widened, his eyes smiled down at her. H
e pressed his lower body against hers. “I second that notion. No more worries about the age difference?”
“Will it bother me when I hit milestone birthdays? Probably, but I can’t let it be the focus.”
He kissed her and said against her mouth, “Good. Because I was miserable without you.”
“Me too.”
“I love you, Anabelle. You know that don’t you?”
“It’s a good thing because I love you, too.”
His grin was pure male satisfaction. “If you hadn’t come to your senses, I would have kidnapped you and kept you bound to me until you caved.” He sucked a bruise on her neck and kissed away the hurt.
“Really?” She pulled back and cocked an eyebrow.
A dimple appeared and she melted like the sucker she was. “No, but I’d have seduced you every chance I got.”
Kiss.
“Worn you down.”
Suck.
“Until you admitted how perfect we are together.” He nuzzled her ear, pulled her dress down until he exposed a breast. “That’s better,” he said and took a nipple in his mouth.
“Much better,” she agreed and gave herself up to his superior sex god techniques. Charlie was right about that criterium. “Giving you up would be far more awful than being called a cougar.”
He chuckled and continued south. In the next few hours he rewarded her with so many orgasms that she lost count.
Cougar indeed.
Epilogue
“I feel ridiculous you know.”
“Don’t. It’ll be fun.”
“Maybe.”
He gave her a look and she grinned. “Okay, yes it’ll be fun but what if we get caught?”
“Dani won’t be in until later. It’s a teacher workday and the girls have off. Dani’s babysitting Alex and Esme while Janie’s at her friends. The boys are in St. Augustine on a job.” He led her deep inside the workshop. “Relax.” He kissed her until she moaned and kissed him back. Before the kiss went too far, he pulled back. “Now, where’s that table?”
“Oh Jeez, why did I tell you about my fantasy?” she groaned, mortified.
“I’m glad you did sweetheart, because while we’re alone, we’ll do some of mine.”
“Really?”
“Oh sweetheart, you don’t know how many times, I had you before I actually did. You made classic white shirts prime fantasy material.”
She shivered, her girl parts melted at his matter of fact statement. Sometimes it was hard to believe they were married, it had happened so fast. Derek hadn’t wasted time putting a ring on it. He admitted he was worried she’d change her mind and he wanted her legally bound to him before she came to her senses.
As if she would.
Marriage to Derek was wonderful, beyond her wildest fantasies. Even her mother had come around and was Derek’s biggest fan. Claire loved him so much, she’d become his head sales rep and traveled to trade shows selling his pieces and gaining new commissions for him. Business was good.
“Here it is. Yep. Nice and sturdy.” He lifted her on top and stepped between her thighs. He rubbed her legs, stroked her higher and higher with each pass, until at last, he brushed her damp center.
She groaned her approval.
“Why, Anabelle, is that for me?”
“Of course.”
“Very nice, sweetheart.” He tugged her panties down and brushed a finger along the honeyed dew. She moaned and her head fell back. He kissed her deeply and explored her mouth, while his fingers explored below. He knew exactly how to make her buck against him, circling the spot that ached and yearned for his touch. He was good, very good and she spread her legs as wide as she could in the narrow skirt, panting with anticipation.
“Yes, sweetheart, spread them wide,” he murmured against her lips and pulled the skirt higher until it bunched at the top of her thighs.
He pulled the loose bow of her retro polka dotted blouse. “While you talked stains and finishes, you don’t know how many times I wanted to do that and more.”
Pearl buttons were undone until the blouse parted. He released her front fastener and pulled back to study her. A year ago, the old Anabelle would have hunched over, too shy to sit up but the new Anabelle was proud of the skin she lived in. She leaned back on supporting arms and thrust her chest forward, knowing how much he enjoyed the view.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
And she felt beautiful.
His patience and reaffirming love made her feel treasured.
He lifted a breast and laved her nipple. She threaded her fingers through his dark hair and held him close while he licked, tugged and sucked one, then the other, until she was a writhing figure on his custom console table.
His hands moved lower, his mouth followed. He lowered himself to his knees and pulled her to the edge of the table. With his lips, fingers and talented tongue, he loved her until she cried out once, then twice and would have made her come again but she tugged him up until he stood in front of her. Then she attacked his button and zipper and released his cock. Together they aligned their bodies and at last, he slid deep.
He paused and rested his forehead against hers.
She savored the long, hard length of him deep inside of her.
He brushed her lips with his. “Hold on, babe.” His voice sounded hoarse.
He moved, his tempo slow. Sweat ran down the side of his face and she licked him.
“Faster,” she said and he responded. He bent to kiss her, his need was hot and urgent. He bruised her lips but she didn’t mind. Her need was as strong and she responded in kind. The rhythmic thump grew faster as their pace increased.
Together their moans increased in volume while their bodies writhed. At last, she cried out as her body clenched around his, gripped him hard, pulsing and demanding his release until he surrendered.
“Fuck. Fuck.” He groaned and stiffened, following her into bliss.
Minutes later, when Anabelle remained a limp mass of pleased woman with a drained Derek slumped over her they heard a key turn in the front door.
“Wait, right there,” Derek called out and pulled out of her, which caused aftershocks, making her moan.
He kissed her in apology. “Sorry babe.”
“Jeez, Derek. Don’t you guys have a bed somewhere?” Dani sounded like she was trying not to laugh.
“Uncle Derek has a bed. I know he does. I’ve seen it.”
Anabelle moaned and checked the floor for her panties.
“Hi girls. Stay where you are.”
“Hi Uncle Derek, Hi Aunt Anabelle,” rang the voices of innocent children.
“Whatcha doing?” asked a high-pitched voice. Esme.
“Don’t ask?” was Dani’s response.
“Why?” Alex’s favorite question.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
“Know what?” Esme asked and Dani groaned.
“You’re killing me guys. Can’t you simply say ‘okay, Aunt Dani, keeper of all knowledge’?”
“Why?”
“Have mercy.”
Derek interrupted before Dani and the girls could continue. “Aunt Anabelle made a mess, and we’re cleaning it up. Don’t want you girls getting dirty.”
“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Dani muttered.
“I heard that. Almost done.”
“Don’t worry, walking in on the two of you ‘cleaning’ may scar us forever.”
“Why?” Alex asked.
“Never mind.”
“Good thing she didn’t come five minutes ago,” Derek muttered as they scrambled to get clothes in place. Anabelle giggled.
“For pity’s sake, we’ll leave.”
“Dani, why don’t you take the girls over to Charlie’s for a snack and we’ll met you in a few minutes after we finish cleaning up?” Derek asked still struggling with his button fly jeans.
“Yay!” Sugar was a big hit so it wasn’t a hard sell. They rushed their aunt out the door in seconds.
When the door slammed, Anabelle and Derek fell against each other in giddy laughter, partly because it was funny, partly as a reaction from the adrenaline of almost getting caught.
“Sorry about that. But that’s life with kids around.”
She shrugged. “That’s okay. One day, if we’re lucky, our kids will do the interrupting.”
His eyes softened. “I hope.” He smiled and she smiled back, happy because sometimes list were good, made you efficient and gave you a sense of accomplishment. But sometimes, it kept you imprisoned.
For a long time, she’d been enslaved by the need to be perfect, had run herself ragged in the quest. She was glad Derek had convinced her she didn’t need to be perfect, because she was already his kind of perfect.
She gave him a quick kiss and he smiled.
“What was that for?”
“Because I love you so much.”
His dimple deepened and she melted. She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of his smile.
“I love you more.” He kissed her but before they got carried away, Derek pulled back before they got carried away. He held his hand out for her and she took it. Hand in hand they locked up his shop and walked towards Main Street like an old married couple.
If his buttons didn’t exactly line up or her skirt was slightly skewed, people just shook their heads and smiled at their favorite source of gossip. And this time when the couple heard a murmured, “Bless their hearts” they just smiled, because they knew…they were blessed and they were so very thankful.
The End
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Sugar Bay Series
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