by Hayes, S. I.
“Sounds nice.”
“I’d have invited you except you said you had work all the way through the week. I know how you are about that.”
“Yeah…” She leaned against her bathroom doorframe, the thought of him being so far off making her sad.
“You okay?” He asked hearing the change in her voice.
“I’m fine. I’m glad you called. I’ve, well to be honest, I’ve sort of missed you.”
Now it was his turn to lean. “Me too. What are you doing today?”
“Me?” She straightened up, as though he’d walked in the door. “Nothing, just some paperwork, probably order from the Chinese place down the street.”
“Why don’t you hop in that big old SUV of yours and come down here, it’s only an hour and a half ride? Probably less since there’ll be like no one on the road this time of night.”
She sucked on her lip, her hand to her neck, not saying anything. “Well, I…”
“C’mon.”
“Alright. Gimmie your address and I’ll punch it into the GPS.”
“Thatta girl.”
“Should I bring anything?”
“Just your overnight bag, and some warm clothes. Oh and those boots, it snowed tonight.”
***
Donnella sat in her Lincoln navigator, about three houses down from her destination according to her GPS, her fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. “What are you doing? You don’t chase men. You don’t do as they tell you. They come to you. They do as they are told.” She tried reminding herself that she was supposed to be the one in control of the arrangement. Yet at every turn he seemed to meet her, move for move. She started the car, ready to turn back when there came a tapping to the window and she jumped with a scream.
“For fucks sake!” She rolled down the window, seeing Matthew in his pajama pants, galoshes and a sweater. His arms wrapped around himself.
“It’s just down here, C’mon.” He ran around the car, hopping into the front seat with her. Warming his hands on the heat vents.
She pulled up to the house and stopped the SUV, but not turning it off, instead she just looked at him. He cracked a smile, and leaned over taking the little crocheted hat off her head and giving her a kiss.
Her arms instantly wrapped around him letting him pull her across the width of the vehicle. She shimmied underneath him as she unbuttoned her pants and he pulled down his own. She hit the recline, it took a little work and a bit of spit, but finally he was inside her. She let out a muffled gasp, as he rocked against her. She grabbed the handle above her head to keep her spot as he sped up. Letting go only to run her nails up the inside of his sweater digging into his back, causing him to thrust harder, and deeper. Forcing her to yelp into his shoulder. He grabbed her face, planting a hard kiss on her. His hands moving all around, as though he couldn’t make up his mind what part of her he wanted more. Her breasts, her mouth. He pulled up her top, she wasn’t wearing a bra, which let him have free reign over them, and he devoured her fleshy mounds greedily.
“Oh, how I’ve missed that mouth.” She panted as she came bucking hard against him. “And those hands...”
“These hands?” He asked, pulling back and out of her, only to fill her once more with two of his fingers, twisting them upward, his thumb rubbing her clit with purpose, the roughness of the cast against her flesh was a new yet pleasant sensation.
“Matthew…Oh…” She was grabbing the handle again, trying to get away, but he held her down as the orgasm built up on her again. He arched his back, really working on her, her essence filling the cabin of the SUV, his fingers were getting sufficiently soaked and he pulled them out slightly letting the sticky sweetness of her ebb out and down her backside. Easily he took his pinky finger and tapped her anus. She froze up, her chest heaving as she looked at him. “What?”
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He promised, leaning over and kissing her again, more gently. As he did he eased his fingertip against her tightest of openings, and with a little push upward it gave to him. She let out a long moan, as he dipped his other fingers back inside her, now working her from each hot spot at once. Her eyes rolled back. She could feel every push, every prod of his callouses as he wiggled and bent his miraculous digits. His mouth working her mouth, his other hand on her breasts. There wasn’t a part of her neglected and she came, tightening around his hand. A fountain of liquid soaking him, and he let out a little laugh.
“W-what?” She gasped, still pulsing against him. As he pulled his fingers away watching her in awe in the full moon’s light.
“I thought that was a myth.” He chuckled.
“Huh? What are you talking about?” She tried to sit up but her legs were too weak to move her weight.
“You actually squirted.” He leaned up and kissed her again. “It was awesome to watch.”
“You should have felt it.” She dropped her head back on to the head rest, her chest heaving, heart racing. “You didn’t come…” She whispered, looking back down at him, seeing his raging hardon.
“We can worry about that after, but for now, can I try and make you do that again?”
Her eyes went wide, as he smiled fiendishly at her cracking his knuckles.
***
“So I see New Year’s Eve turned into Christmas Morning…” Mary quipped as Donnella and Matthew tried to sneak into the house at four in the morning. She was in a furry bathrobe and slippers with two cups of hot chocolate. “Thought you might be needing these. After being outside so long.” She handed them the mugs.
“Um, mom this is Donnella Stone, Donnella this is my mother, Mary Mayfield.”
Donnella held out her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Missus Mayfield, I’m sorry for the hour. Matthew and I we just-”
“I know what you just. What you need to just be doing is washing up and getting some shut eye, now. I’ll see you both in the morning.” She turned around and walked back up the stairs without shaking Donnella’s hand.
“Oh, wow.” Donnella turned three shades of red, looking up at Matthew, whose eyes were wide with embarrassment.
“I swear she isn’t usually like that.”
“Well I can see where you get your directness from.” She laughed. “But I get it. I’m thinking you’ve never brought a girl into the house before.”
“Come to think of it… No, actually. But it was her idea to invite you for New Year’s.”
“Which would have given her time to prep to meet me. Not have her run into me after you fucked my brains out in my car outside her house at four in the morning.”
“You raise an excellent point, see this is why you are the lawyer and I’m not.” He took a sip of the hot chocolate with a smirk.
***
“Never, like ever? I don’t believe it.”
“I’ve never even heard of it, let alone watched it, for twenty four straight hours.”
“Ma, she’s never seen A Christmas Story. Can you believe that?”
“Stranger things have happened.” Mary smiled without looking up from the asparagus she was snapping. While Matthew peeled potatoes and Donnella watched.
“We always went to the Hamptons for Christmas, and then it was stupid parties and mixers until New Years. Then to the Apple for the ball to drop.”
“Well you’ll find it rather dull here then, sweetie. Here we curl up by the fire, read some Dickens. Watch some old movies and just spend time relaxing and not fretting about the day to day crazy.” Mary tossed the asparagus in a pan to soak.
“Sounds wonderful.”
“It’s nice.” Matthew assured her, getting up from his chair, grabbing her by the arm. “Come here, both of you.”
His mother came over with a heavy sigh. And Donnella looked at him strangely.
“You two need to put the claws away. No, don’t protest, I can see it on both your faces. You both want my time. You’ll get it, in measure, too. But you’ve got to get along, there’s so much you have in common. You’re both
strong women, both bust your humps day in and out for what you want. And let’s face it you both think I’m adorable.”
They both laughed.
“See there we go. Common ground.”
“Sure if it’s that you’re nuts.” Donnella smiled smacking him on the arm, but he wouldn’t let her go.
“He is cute, though, isn’t he, my little big boy.” Mary squeezed his face. Kissing him on the cheek. “Why don’t you two go take that pup for a walk or something while I finish up in here, or better yet go watch that asinine movie? I’ve got it covered here.”
“Are you sure ma?”
“You’re only even helping to impress her, usually you’re in there knocked out from too much nog already.” Mary laughed, shooing them both out of the kitchen.
***
“I like you’re mom.” Donnella smiled leaning back into Matthew as they sat on the porch swing, watching the waves of Long Island Sound crash against the rocky beach. Bits of ice and snow gathering around the piers, ebbing with the tide. “And I like your hometown. It’s peaceful.”
“Yeah, it has its moments. This just happens to be a peaceful one.” He tilted her head up and kissed her gently. “Can you stay or is it just for the night?”
“I don’t know. I’m waiting to hear about a meeting, that I really cannot hand off, it requires my handling specifically, as I drew up the papers myself.”
“Anything I can do? I mean I was gonna be a suit for half a second there.”
She smiled. “It’s sweet that you even care what I do. But no. It’s just a merger I’m vying for.”
“Not another contract, like mine?”
She looked up at him, her eyes darkened, “No. there’s no one but you now.” She turned in the swing, facing him. “You have my undivided attention. Just so we are clear, no one has had that in a very long time.” She kissed him again before settling back into his arms.
“Good… Then spend as much time here now as you can, up till your meeting and then spend New Year’s Eve with me. I’m going up to the apartment in Westport to see Janet and our friend Raj, we have some drinks, get gussied up, and go dancing at the clubs. It’s fun and it’s hassle free.”
“That sounds like a really fun time. I’d like that, but I don’t know…”
“Have I steered you wrong yet?”
“No… Okay. I’ll stay as long as I can, boy it’s a good thing I packed a few days’ worth of stuff. I had a feeling you were gonna do this to me.”
“I was afraid you would say no.”
“And I was afraid you’d never get around to asking.” Mary yelled from the living room window which sat next to the swing with a laugh.
***
“Day after Christmas Shopping. In a mall. I never do this, why are we doing this?” Donnella lamented as they pulled up to the Westfield Shopping Center in Milford, Connecticut. Just a fifteen minute drive from Mary’s house. They took Donnella’s SUV because it had more room according to Mary.
“It’s a tradition, when I was growing up, things were tight so we waited until the day after Christmas for presents, when the prices were way down. It just sort of stuck. C’mon it’ll be fun.”
“If I break a bone…”
“We’ll be even.” He wiggled his fingers at her.
“You can wiggle those for me again later, stud.” She batted her eyelashes at him grabbing Mary by the arm. “You’re the professional here. I’m sticking to you.”
“That’s a very good idea, dear.”
***
“So what was Matthew like as a child?” Donnella asked as she and Mary fished through a rack of thick cozy sweaters. Surprised to find that even she found two that she was going to buy for herself.
“Are those for you?” Mary asked ignoring the question it seemed.
Donnella nodded, “One is.” She popped her lips applying some chap stick. “The other is for one of my assistants.”
“Give me the one for you.” Mary insisted. “No personal purchases… Family rule.” Mary smiled throwing the sweater into her cart instead.
“I can’t let you do that.”
“You most certainly can, and you will. Young lady.”
“Yes, Missus Mayfield.”
“And for Christ’s sake would ya quit with that already, all Matty’s friends always called me Ma.”
“Oh? Okay.” Donnella was stunned but pleased at the woman’s treatment. “I’ve got Matthew a present back at the apartment, but I’d like to get him something today. Any suggestions?”
Mary stopped shopping as though in thought. “I think your being here was gift enough, but if you want to get him something he’d like I can make a suggestion. But it may be more commitment than you are ready for.”
Donnella raised an eyebrow. “Just what has Matthew told you?”
“Oh, not much. Just everything. I am his mother, dear.” Mary smirked.
***
“So there he is not a stitch of clothes on, in the middle of his Aunt Claire’s wedding reception, bouncing around in all his glory to Shoot to Thrill. It was adorable, I have the pictures.”
“I’m sure, I’d love to see ‘um.” Donnella laughed hard, holding her side. “That’s… and he was how old?”
“Four…” Matthew hung his head down, hiding his reddened face. “I was four.”
“And my sister, rest her soul, was so mortified. See our Matty was always blessed, as I’m sure you are aware, so of course he got the whistles, and wide eyed stares.”
Donnella just kept laughing shaking her head, and holding her side. It was starting to be uncomfortable and even Matthew noticed as she moved in her seat.
“Ella, are you alright?”
“Yeah, I just think I need the washroom. Where?”
“Ma?”
“I got it, sweetie.” Mary took Donnella’s hand walking her to the restroom, as Matthew went to settle the check, he pushed in the chair, noticing a dark spot on the cushion where Donnella had been sitting.
Hurriedly he made his way to find his mother and Donnella, concerned. He knocked on the door. “Ma, is she okay?”
Mary opened the door a pinch. “She’ll be fine, just give us a few.”
Looking inside he saw Donnella splashing water on her face, then drying her hands. She turned to see him, a sad look on her face. “Sorry about that, apparently my period decided to come early. It wasn’t due till next week.”
He put an arm around her as she came out of the bathroom. “I was freaking out for a second there. You were fine them boom, you were just…”
“A mess of cramps and sleepy face. Yeah I get like that.”
“So long as you are okay, dear.” Mary put a hand on her shoulder tenderly. “I’m just glad I still carry things just in case.”
“Me too.” Donnella tried to smile, but it was exhausting.
***
Mary drove them back to the house and Matthew put Donnella into a warm bath to soak before joining Mary back in the living room. He sat on the glider by the fireplace and ran his hand down his face with an exasperated groan. “Well that was my scare for the year.”
Mary knitted her brows in concern as she sat beside him, “It’s just a little menstruation, Matty. We’ve talked about this, all of us do it.” She let out a little laugh. “Some of us just fall apart more than others. “Remember how horrible I used to act? You’d go stay with Howard Shultz and his parents for the week, just to get any relief.”
“It’s not that. She’s got one of those IUD things. I just thought with how quickly she suddenly… I thought… I’d hurt her.”
“Oh, baby.” Mary hugged him, he wrapped his arms around the tiny woman, eclipsing her. He shook, she could tell he was crying. “It’s okay. She’s fine. Probably wants to see you. Go up there. Spend some time with her. Hold her. Cramps need warmth and massage. Trust me.”
He sniffed, pulling away from her with a nod. “She made a request for my hot chocolate when this time came. I’m gonna run down to the mark
et. Can you just let her know?”
“I can.”
10
Matthew came back to find Donnella curled up in his bed with Pepper at her feet. The pup got down with a happy tail wag leaving with a wave of his hand as he made to sit on the edge of the bed. His movement made Donnella roll toward him with a tiny smile.
“Hey.” He held the mug of hot chocolate in his hands tensely, his thoughts of her being in pain still brimming at the surface.
“Hmm. Is that my medicine?” She sat up, gingerly pushing back against the pillows with a wince.
“Yeah, and I brought you a couple of Midol.” He put the pills in her hand and she tossed them in her mouth instantly swallowing them.
“You are a God among men. You know that.” She took the mug from him placing it on the maple nightstand, under the low light lamp. “You’re mom told me you had a little bit of a freak out.”
He dropped his head. “Yeah, sorry. I just… When you mentioned the IUD, I didn’t know what it was. So I did some research. There are some horror stories.”
“I’ve read them. But it was the best solution for me. I assure you, I’m fine. I flux sometimes. Stress does it. It only lasts a few days and it’s only the first couple that really suck.” She moved back on the bed, opening her arms so he could lay down with her.
He pulled her forward and climbed behind her. Wrapped his arms around her firmly, then pulled the blankets over them. He kissed her neck. “Mom said warmth and pressure massage helps.” He worked his hands down her stomach, and gently pushed against her at the belly button.
She let out a little laugh. Taking his left hand which was free of the cast, and positioned it lower, just above her pubis. “It’s more like here, and in my back.” He rubbed firmly in slow circles against the soft fleece of her leggings, and she backed into him with a contented sigh. “That’s nice.” She cooed wrapping her fingers into his other hand at her chest. “How long until this thing comes off?”
“It’s only been two weeks, so probably at least another month.”
“Have you been able to work at all?” She noticed bits of paint smudged into the fiberglass and cotton at the opening of the cast around his hand.