by T L Osborn
He grins. “I can give you a distraction.”
“Later maybe, but for now, I’ve got to cook, so go put your feet up and let me in the kitchen.”
Clattering around in his kitchen, I grab everything I need to make the pizzas.
He comes over to join me.
“Babe, you don’t need to help.”
“I know, but this pizza tossing thing looks fun.” He tosses some dough into the air, only he doesn’t catch it and it falls, landing straight on top of my head. “Okay, maybe not so much like that, but you get the drift.”
His phone begins to ring and he looks down at it.
“It’s Simon. I need to take it. He probably wants to discuss some work for the company we need to be doing over the next week and incorporating the things we learned at the conference,” he says as he walks away, and steps out onto his balcony.
As he talks to his brother, I watch on, taking him in. He’s focused and determined. Though he’s still guarded and closed off with me, he was there when I needed him the most. He’s still hiding something, but I’m unsure what.
James
“You’re coming and that’s final,” Simon says.
“I don’t want a party. I just want a quiet family dinner,” I growl down the line.
“Aria and I tried to tell Mum and Mel, but neither of them would listen to us. Then Charlotte got wind of our conversation and is so excited for Unca James’ birthday party, that she even has her dress all picked out. So, please, if you won’t do it for Mel at least do it for Charlotte.”
“All right, but I want it known I’m doing this for Charlotte and Charlotte only,” I reply.
“Hey, how’s Riley holding up?” he asks.
“Great. Really great. I mean she’s obviously still upset. She even made homemade pizza for dinner; sauce and all.”
“This one’s a keeper, big brother. You’ll be putting a ring on it.” He chuckles.
“You can fuck off and keep dreaming. I’m not some loved-up fool.”
“Yes, you are. You bought her a gift, remember?” he says.
“Which I have yet to give her. Gotta go.”
“James and Riley sitting a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love then comes–” I end the conversation. He can sing all he wants.
As I walk inside, one look at the brunette beauty standing in my kitchen, trying to serve up a homemade pizza, it’s like I’m struck by lightning.
Well, fuck me! The bastard was right.
I am totally in love with her.
When the fuck did that sneak up on me? I never saw it coming. I stand dumbstruck at the turn of events.
“Babe are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to put those awesome muscles of yours to work and help me with this pizza because I can’t cut it.”
Shaking myself back to reality, I find Riley staring at me expectantly. “Sure, but don’t bother cutting it, I’m going to eat it in one go.”
“You are not,” she baulks at me. “Where is it going to go?”
“My stomach. Don’t worry, I have a way we can work off the extra calories.” I wink at her as I place the pizza onto the plate. I do the same with the second one and carry them over to the table, then I walk down the hall, open my suitcase and remove her gift. I only hope she likes it. As she sits down at the table, I hand it over to her.
“What’s this for?” she asks.
“A gift. I thought of you when I saw it.”
She picks it up and slowly unties the ribbon, then unwraps the box. “James this is…” She looks up at me.
“Open it,” I say.
She does, and her hand swiftly goes to her mouth.
I stand, taking the necklace out of the box and placing it around her neck.
“I know how much you love Poppy and I do too, so I thought this way, if you ever get sad or lonely, you can open it and see her.”
“James this is the most thoughtful gift. Thank you. You didn’t need to do anything like this for me.”
“I know, but I wanted to. Now, let’s eat before dinner gets cold. I’m dying to try this pizza you’ve cooked especially for me.” I return to my seat and sit opposite her, topping up our wine glasses.
We eat, devouring our respective pizzas before a round of dessert.
When we’re finally full, we clear away the dishes and sit on the couch together, drinking wine, talking of Poppy.
Riley falls asleep in my arms and I carry her to bed, snuggling in beside her.
My apartment feels like a home.
Finally.
I’m home.
Chapter Twenty
James
“Your birthday is September the tenth,” I announce as I glance at Riley’s license in her purse.
“Yeah, it sure is and I’ll be thirty.”
“I’m good with numbers, you know, I did work it out.” I chuckle.
“Oh, ha-ha. When’s yours?”
“September tenth.” I shrug.
“Stop! You’re pulling my leg, that’s not your birthday.” She laughs.
“It sure is and my family want to throw me a birthday party this year. I don’t want one. I’d much rather take you away on a holiday for the weekend.”
“That does sound nice,” she says.
“So, I was thinking, since we have to go to the party, that maybe I could whisk you away the following weekend and we’ll head to Taupo. Wine, relaxing and days in bed making love. How does that sound?”
“Sounds perfect. What do you want for your birthday?” she asks.
“Nothing. Just cook me breakfast in the morning, make us some coffee and we’ll have some awesome sex. What about you? What would you like?” I ask, hoping she’s going to give me a similar answer.
“Nothing really, but I’d be keen for some awesome birthday sex.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s a given.” She looks at me as a wicked grin crosses her face. “What?”
“I know exactly what I’m going to get you.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll have to wait to find out. Now, you need to get going, mister, or you’re going to be late for poker night with Simon,” she says, planting a kiss on my lips before she bounces over to her laptop. I stand, staring at her as she gets to work writing some kind of a list.
What could she possibly be getting me for my birthday?
What the hell do I get her?
I haven’t bought a girlfriend a birthday gift in years. I have no clue.
Maybe Simon can help me out tonight.
I gather my keys and wallet, then give her a kiss. “I won’t be late.”
“I know, but I’ll still be in bed when you get home.”
“Naked,” I demand as I’m exiting the house.
She won’t be, but a man can always hope, right?
On the drive to Simon’s, I try coming up with a million different gift ideas, but they all sound lame and boring in my head. She’s turning thirty, I want to get her something nice.
“You look puzzled about something,” Simon says, sliding a glass of whiskey over to me once I’ve sat down.
“I am. It’s Riley’s birthday on September tenth and I don’t know what to get her.”
“You two have the same birthday?” he asks.
“I know, go figure, right. But seriously, I’m stumped.”
“Hmm… I’ll have a think while we play. Prepare to get your butt kicked.” He chuckles, sitting opposite me. We play a few hands and I win each and every one of them, then I get a text message from Riley. All it shows is a pair of legs with thigh high stockings and the caption underneath. ‘Working on your birthday present. Hope this satisfies you?’
“Damn it! Now she’s teasing me with my present,” I say.
“Why don’t you get her a pretty bracelet or some earrings?” he suggests.
“That sounds too lame. And isn’t that every guys go-to gift?”
“True. A book?” he suggests.
“This is so fucking
hard.”
“How well do you know her?” He laughs.
“Apparently, not as well as I thought.” I sit, sipping the whiskey Simon poured for me a while ago when an idea comes to mind. It’s something so completely ridiculous I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before. “I’m going to need your help with something for Riley.”
“Anything,” Simon says.
He’ll live to regret those words once I tell him my idea.
Riley
I’m lying on our bed, taking selfies, wearing nothing but a sexy bra, panties, garter belt and thigh-high stockings. I’m almost done taking photos for his book and I place the camera up on the tripod as I position myself on the bed.
“Girl, my brother is going to love this,” Mel says as she helps me adjust my position and looks through the camera lens.
I hope he does.
After a few more shots and poses, she leaves and I flop down on our bed onto my stomach, searching through the images, trying to pick just the right ones to use.
“I could get used to this.” James chuckles from behind me as I feel his hand swat my ass. I groan. Damn! I know I got horny when taking the photos, but with having him here, I need to feel his cock inside me. He opens a bedside cabinet. “I was going to keep these for a special occasion, but I think today we will use them.” He drops a set of leather handcuffs onto the bed and a purple blindfold.
“It matches my outfit,” I say as I look at him with a grin.
“So they do.” He leans down, placing two fingers beneath my chin and kissing my lips. He slides his hand from my chin, down my neck, over my shoulder, to beneath my bra strap. “You don’t need this.” He reaches around and undoes the clasp. I remove the bra as he kisses down my body, sucking each nipple into his mouth on the way, giving each one the same amount of attention. He grabs a wrist and wraps a handcuff around it before stretching my arm to the headboard, attaching it. Flipping me over, so I’m lying on my stomach, he does the same with my other wrist. “Get on your knees.” I crawl up the bed, so I’m comfortable and my bottom is high in the air. He rubs his hands over my back before swatting my ass. “Fuck me, baby, this is sexy.” He pulls my garter belt down over my butt, and unclips it from the stockings.
“You’re rather skilled at removing that. It took me forever to learn how to put it on.”
“Years of practice, darling,” he responds with another swat to my ass, making me yelp. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get too rough.” He gently rubs his hands over my body, up to my breasts and turns my face towards him, kissing me softly. His cock, rock-hard inside his pants, is begging me to free it from its prison and have some fun. I arch back against him, telling him what I need and want. “Naughty girl,” he whispers in my ear as he slides his fingers beneath the fabric of my panties to toy with me.
“Please…” I beg.
“Please, what?”
“More… Oh…please. I need you,” I reply.
He grins as he roughly tugs on my panties. I can’t believe how sexy he makes me feel. He doesn’t even need to touch me much and I’m already there just thinking about his reaction to my birthday gift for him. Suddenly, he shifts his weight so his head is resting between my legs and he’s looking up at me. His eyes are full of hunger as he licks his lips.
He’s not going to lick me like this is he?
My clit pulsates with desire and my body hums as he grips my ankles. He makes me feel adored and loved in this moment.
“First, you’re going to come on my tongue. Move yourself up the bed so you’re comfortable, then I’ll join you.”
“Babe, you can’t make me come like this? I’ll crush you.”
He shakes his head. “Relax and trust me. You won’t hurt me.” He slides his hands up my thighs and I feel his tongue swipe my pussy; up, then down and back up, rotating around my clit. Gripping the headboard hard, he leans right in with his long tongue and devours me. I shake, trying not to lose my balance. I really don’t want to crush him.
James
“Oh, fuck…don’t stop,” Riley begs as I’m banging her over the side of the couch.
She’s wearing the blindfold I pulled out earlier, the handcuffs are now discarded on the floor. Coming home and finding her, yet again wearing some very sexy lingerie makes me think so many dirty things. I pull out of her. “No. No. No,” she begs.
“Don’t worry, darling, I’m not finished. Get on top and ride me.” I move us so she’s straddling me and I reach up to remove the blindfold. She shifts her weight, pushing me deep inside her. Riley begins to move up and down while I grip her ass tight.
“Babe, I’m going to come…” she pants.
“Give it up for me,” I demand as she moves faster on my cock. I don’t need another orgasm, but she certainly does and I’m not going to disappoint her.
“James…” she moans as I feel her pussy grip my cock like a vice, then she goes ridged, gripping the couch so tightly her knuckles turn white. I help her ride out her release before she collapses onto my chest, then I wrap my arms firmly around her.
Suddenly, she sits up as a horrified look washes over her face. “Shit! We didn’t use a condom.”
I laugh. “It’s okay. I’m clean and I’ve seen the little pills you take every day.”
“Not the point, babe, no contraceptive is foolproof.”
“Do you regret it?” I ask.
“No, that was fucking amazing, but now we really need to shower.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Lifting her, I carry her to the shower, then turn it on. “After seeing you in that lingerie, it makes me wonder what you’ve got me for my birthday. It was so damn sexy.”
“Well, you’ll have to wait a little while longer because I’m not giving anything away.”
I lean down and pull her into my shower. “You already did. Twice, my love.”
She leans against me in the shower for a little while before rinsing herself down and getting out.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“I’ve got one hell of a sex scene to write and someone’s birthday present to finish.” She giggles.
“While you’re at it, can you put the coffee machine on and make us a coffee? I need one after that session.” She bursts into laughter and it’s a sound I’m never going to tire of hearing. Am I ready to finally spill the beans and tell her I’m in love with her? Or should I wait and make it special, maybe tell her on our birthday? Our birthday. I never thought I’d have a partner who I would share a birthday with.
I rinse myself down, then step out. As I walk through the lounge, I spot Riley snapping some photos from the balcony wearing only my shirt and possibly nothing else. I’m sure glad no one can see her right now. I’m desperate to go out and take her again for round four. Actually, that’s not such a dumb idea. I step out behind her and turn her around, pulling her onto the lounging chair. To my surprise, she’s not completely naked; she’s wearing a bra.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
“Having sex outside,” I reply, pulling her forward for a kiss and without words, she knows what I want to say. I slide one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, getting her all nice and wet for me. She kisses down my chest, stomach and undoes the towel at my waist, licking her lips as she eyes up my cock. Before I have a chance to say anything, she licks me from base to tip.
“Yeah, baby, I love that.”
I love you.
Closing my eyes, I lean back as she begins to deliciously torture me before climbing on top, spreading herself wide. I pull her head to my shoulder while we make slow, sweet love outside in the middle of the day. I’m going to tell her I love her and make it damn special because she deserves that.
Chapter Twenty-One
Riley
I’m awoken by James singing, “Happy birthday to you…”
As I sit up in bed, he’s carrying a tray which has a plate full of pancakes, strawberries, a cup of coffee and a purple rose in a vase. Looking at him I feel my face b
lushing slightly as he sits on the bed.
“This is amazing.” Looking at the food before me, I wonder where I should start first.
“This is the start of our day. Next, we’ll open presents, shower together, then I’ve organised a lunch with your family and friends before we head out to the party tonight.”
“You did all this for me?”
“Well, you are turning thirty. I wanted to make it special for you,” he says. He plucks a strawberry off the plate and eats it, while leaning over, grabbing some presents from beside the bed.
I lean over, picking his up from my side. I hand them to him, and while I eat breakfast, he takes his time opening his. He loves the whiskey bottle and dessert cookbook, however his favourite gift is my handmade lingerie modelling book I made just for him, with some sexy poses. And as he searches through it, I can see his eyes bulge out of his head a few times. He obviously likes what he sees.
He glances at the now empty tray. “Holy shit, woman, that was a man-sized meal, where does it go?”
“My ass, which by the way you love.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I do,” he agrees with a light swat to said ass. “Tag: You’re it,” he calls as he races from the room. He’s fucking kidding! He wants to play games now, when we have somewhere we need to be? I’ll play his little game, and win too. I chase him around the house until I finally pin him on the floor of the hallway, having found the one and only tickle spot he has.
“Mercy,” he yells beneath me.
“You started this, there’s no mercy involved.”
He chuckles and presses his lips to mine, flipping us both over so he’s on top. “Looks like I’m still winning. Tag: You’re it.” he gets off me and runs into the bathroom.
Damn it.
We spend much of the morning lying in bed together, enjoying another coffee. When I finally open my gifts, they’re gorgeous. A moon-shaped amethyst and diamond necklace with matching earrings and a book with photos of him taken in different outfits, poses and on the front cover it reads: For Riley’s Eyes Only.