by J. M. Witt
His reply gutted me that night, in a good way. It still did.
TO: [email protected]
10:18 PM
Subject: Re: Mmmm
Maximus isn’t the only one missing you...
TO: [email protected]
10:19 PM
Subject: Re: Mmmm
I miss you, too...
I’m going to try to sleep since it’s eluded me the past two nights. I’m sure I’ll wake with you on the brain...frequently. Get some rest and have naughty dreams. Talk soon.
Then the tears overtook me once again. He’d said the words I didn’t realize I’d been dying to hear. I read those words over and over again, just like I did when the email had come through days prior.
Pulling up my playlist I put on the song that had been plaguing me. Missing You by Betty Who. It’d played that night we had our first overnight, but I had no idea how much the words would mean to me over a month later.
He’d sent me a picture of the hotel we would be staying at for our upcoming night away. It was beautiful and I’d never stayed at a nicer place. I continued reading the old emails remembering how my dreams were filled with the things to come, then and now.
TO: [email protected]
9:07 AM
Subject: Re: Mmmm
Dreams of being pressed against those floor to ceiling windows with you fucking me from behind...
Morning... :)
His reply had come later that morning.
TO: [email protected]
11:38 AM
Subject: Re: Mmmm
Oh, I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking the SAME thing ever since our first meeting... :)
My jaw dropped and my body throbbed. I giggled and shook my head reading it again.
TO: [email protected]
11:39 AM
Subject: Re: Mmmm
Be careful, I could go off at any moment. You’re speaking my language... First hotel meeting in Casper or sitting on that park bench?! Tsk tsk... :)
He hadn’t answered the question, but I knew he was most likely referring to the park bench. Devil! I continued reading on.
TO: [email protected]
3:07 PM
Subject: Re: Mmmm
The thoughts of the pain and pleasure to be had is all consuming. Steals my breath and sends tremors through me. It’s been too long...
TO: [email protected]
7:10 PM
Subject: Re: Mmmm
You need some rodeo time...
TO: [email protected]
7:15 PM
Subject: Re: Mmmm
Yes. Hopefully soon. I imagine you do, too...
TO: [email protected]
7:16 PM
Subject: Re: Mmmm
Always.
Getting ready to go out and plow the drive.
Global warming my ass...
I scrolled through several more and then came across another one that made me smile, as short as it was.
TO: [email protected]
7:49 AM
Subject: Morning
Good morning sexy!
TO: [email protected]
7:51 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
Omg...keep talking like that. I’ll do whatever you want. Ok, I’d do that anyway. Need a blow n go or a fondling?!
TO: [email protected]
7:54 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
Always...
TO: [email protected]
7:55 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
What does that mean? Lol. I’m offering my services!
P.S. I want your dick in my mouth.
TO: [email protected]
7:59 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
Hmm...since you put it that way...
TO: [email protected]
8:05 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
You’re a damn tease. Happy driving with that hard-on. Miss me...I’m craving you...
TO: [email protected]
8:12 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
You are rather lippy. Sounds like you need a round with the big paddle and then have that sore bottom stuffed with a swollen cock.
TO: [email protected]
8:15 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
Is that a threat or a promise...? :)
A sub has needs...
TO: [email protected]
8:18 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
This sub is going to wait till our night away to be properly paddled and fucked if she isn’t careful.
TO: [email protected]
8:20 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
This sub is impatient to be properly paddled and fucked. I wonder what new paddle/s she will present to her Sir on said day?! Lol
Say it again with me on my knees in front of you... :)
TO: [email protected]
8:22 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
You wouldn’t be able to reply then. Your mouth would be full...
TO: [email protected]
8:23 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
Oh, I can still reply... with sucking, licking, teasing, ass squeezing, etc.
TO: [email protected]
8:27 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
You really do like my ass... :)
TO: [email protected]
8:30 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
It’s great to hold onto while I’m sucking you off and something nice to smack! :)
TO: [email protected]
8:31 AM
Subject: Re: Morning
Oh, I certainly can’t argue with that...
I smiled and fell asleep. The paddles I’d ordered for him would be arriving any day. I couldn’t wait to see them or to give them to him.
Several more days passed. My night away with Gregor was just over a week away. That particular morning my daughter woke with a very high fever. Keeping her home, I sent the other kids to school. I started to get concerned when her fever continued to spike even with fever reducing medication in her system. She wasn’t eating, but managed to keep some liquids down.
After becoming more and more lethargic as the day went on, I called the doctor. Upon speaking with the office staff over the phone, they suggested I take her right to the ER after listing her symptoms and with the height her temp was at. I’d called Todd to let him know what was going on, but there wasn’t much he could do from the other side of the country.
“Please keep me posted, Mer. I’ll come home if I need to.”
“Ok. I’ll call you back when I know more.”
Putting my cell back in my pocket, the scariest moment as a parent happened to me. My sweet girl started convulsing as we waited on the gurney in the ER. I’d had enough CPR training to know that I needed to stabilize her as best I could. Before I could even start screaming for help, medical personnel took over.
I called Tami in a panic and she was off work and said she’d get the other kids off the bus. I didn’t have anyone else to call. Then I called Todd to tell him what was going on.
“She had a seizure. It’s probably from the fever, but they’re admitting her. I don’t know what to do.”
“Calm down. Let me make some phone calls. I’m coming home.”
“I’m sorry...”
“Don’t be sorry, Mer. She’s sick and needs us both home. I’ll try to find a flight home tonight.”
“Thank you.”
A couple hours later, my baby girl was asleep in her hospital bed. One of the neighbors was sitting with the kids and Tami brought me my laptop and a bag of clothes. Todd had managed to catch a flight and would be home around midnight to watch the kids.
Tami walked in and hugged me. “Are you ok? Ho
w is she?”
“I’m ok. She’s stable now.”
“Do they know what caused the seizure?”
I shook my head, “Everything is coming back negative. It could just be from the fever.”
We sat down and talked for a while.
“Have you told Gregor?”
“No. In all the commotion, I haven’t had a chance.”
“You go away next week right?”
“Yes. We’re supposed to. But now... I mean I can’t if she’s still in the hospital.”
“She won’t be. Think positive.”
Like he sensed it in the force, my phone alerted me to an email from Gregor.
TO: [email protected]
10:36 PM
Subject: What’s going on?
I heard rumors at school pickup that one of your kids is in the hospital, or you are. Are you ok?
I snorted. Tami looked at me wondering what was going on.
“He heard that either I or one of the kids was in the hospital. He’s checking in.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
Sighing, “Yes, I’m just exhausted.”
“You should email him back so he’s not worried.”
Smiling devilishly, I joked, “I shouldn’t and make him sweat it out.”
She shook her head at me. “That’s just vile.”
“I know.” I started typing my reply.
TO: [email protected]
10:42 PM
Subject: I’m ok
It’s my daughter. We’ve been admitted. They’ve already warned me she’ll probably be here tonight and tomorrow night. High fever and she ended up having a seizure. They’ve run a battery of tests and so far everything comes back normal.
Todd is on a flight home to stay with the other kids.
TO: [email protected]
10:45 PM
Subject: Re: I’m ok
Keep me posted. Hope you can get some rest.
Tami left shortly after and I put the blankets and pillow on the ‘parent bed’. This ‘bed’ was a fucking joke. It was a recliner that lay flat, but it was horribly uncomfortable. When I finally found a comfortable position, with my music playing softly, I tried to relax. That was until a nurse would come in to check vitals.
Eventually, curled up in the hospital recliner, I drifted off to sleep. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, worried about my daughter and thinking about Gregor...and Todd. Sighing, I threw my arm over my eyes and concentrated on the sound of my child’s breathing.
Fingers were gently caressing my face. I knew that stroke, those fingers, and the gentleness behind the man who could be fierce when warranted. I had to be dreaming so I refused my eyes’ plea to open so that they could gaze at him. Then warm lips came down on my forehead.
“Get some rest. I’m thinking of you.”
Smiling, I bolted upright in the recliner as my eyes adjusted to the dark. The machines beeped their normal rhythm as my eyes darted toward the door. It was closed and nothing seemed out of place. Had he really been there or was my subconscious aching for him again? I didn’t dare ask the nurses. Getting up, I checked on my little girl who looked so innocent, sleeping soundly. Looking at her this way you’d have no idea she was so sick.
TO: [email protected]
8:48 AM
Subject: Re: I’m ok
Doc came in this am and told us we’re staying another night. I already knew that. Right now it’s a waiting game. Her fever is still high and meds don’t seem to be helping much. Todd got home around midnight and is with the kids today.
Anyway.
I got maybe a few hours shut eye, but not much. If the nurses weren’t waking me with checking vitals, I had thoughts of you waking me. Lol
Hope you have a productive day.
TO: [email protected]
8:54 AM
Subject: Re: I’m ok
Is she ok though? Staying another night for monitoring?
TO: [email protected]
9:02 AM
Subject: Re: I’m ok
She finally ate something early this morning. Her fever needs to be under control before they’ll release her. Doc said it’s a waiting game.
My head is pounding, but I’ll survive.
Todd was a real blessing during that stressful time, caring for the other kids at home and tending to home matters. My daughter ended up coming home two days later. She was eager to get back to school and I wasn’t going to stop her. Gregor and I emailed each other during her entire stay, though he never admitted if he’d come up to see me or if it was just my imagination.
Back at home the next day, the kids gone, I sat and stared at the mountain of work I needed to get done. I was so tired and sore. Being back in my own bed was nice, but it was going to take time to work out my sore muscles.
Closing my eyes, I tried remembering the sound of his voice and then the video reels would just play over and over in my mind. I had to force myself to stop so that I could get work done. It’d be too easy to lay in bed all day and just daydream about our time together.
An email popped up as if on cue. He was responding to an email in which I mentioned that my back and neck were stiff, which was in response to his email asking how I was. I laughed at his reply.
TO: [email protected]
10:54 AM
Subject: Re: Glad you’re home
You’re projecting. You just want something stiff. Stiff drink. Stiff cock up your ass.
TO: [email protected]
10:57 AM
Subject: Re: Glad you’re home
LOL. Just be gentle when you bend me over. My back hurts. Maybe on my back is better so you can finger fuck me at the same time...
Thinking I’m going to run out for some lunch or at least some caffeine and fresh air.
TO: [email protected]
11:04 AM
Subject: Re: Glad you’re home
Where? I can meet for a few after I finish my errands.
I immediately perked up. I wasn’t expecting there to be any chance that he would be able to meet.
TO: [email protected]
11:07 AM
Subject: Re: Glad you’re home
I’m easy. The fast food joint at the corner of M-32 and Middlebury road is fine with me.
TO: [email protected]
11:09 AM
Subject: Re: Glad you’re home
I can do that. I’ll text you with an ETA. Probably be an hour or so.
Like clockwork, an hour later his text came through that he was ten minutes away. I got in my SUV and headed to the fast food joint. When I pulled in, he was already there. Heading inside I ordered my food and sat down at a corner booth and waited.
A few minutes later he walked in and sat down across from me.
“How are you?”
Smiling, “I’m good. Glad to be home.”
That devious smile and his gorgeous blue eyes were devouring me. I could almost feel him stripping me naked and we weren’t even touching.
Glaring at him with a smile, I chastised him, “Stop it!”
Laughing, he braced his hands behind his head as he leaned back and asked innocently, “What?”
“Looking at me like I’m your next meal.” I couldn’t even look at him. Turning my face, I ran my hand over my forehead, biting my lip, as his laugh echoed in my ears. Glancing back to him, I whispered, “I hate you.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
SENSUAL
I WAS GRATEFUL FOR EVERY second with him, even though we couldn’t touch each other. I kept catching myself staring at various parts of his body, knowing full well the pleasure and pain they were capable of.
His mouth and the words that flowed from them had the ability to drop me to my knees and set my body on fire. His hands spoke to me, too. Every time he touched me, gripped me, caressed me, fingered me, spanked me, and pulled me closer, those potent hands left remnants of a language
on me that only my body could interpret. And his eyes. Eyes that still saw right through me and to the devious cravings that hid inside me.
I had to keep my hands busy, afraid I’d launch across the table just to touch him. Then when it was almost time to go, he stretched his leg out below the table, placing it next to my thigh where I sat. If he thought I’d keep my hands to myself he was sorely mistaken. I knew he wanted my touch as much as I needed his. If this was a test I wasn’t sure if I’d pass or fail, and I didn’t care.
Immediately I pushed my hand under the cuff of his jeans and ran my nails over his lower calf. His speech momentarily halted as we stared at one another. I just smiled and continued running delicate swirls over his skin.
“I’m going to fall asleep if you keep that up.”
I just looked into his eyes, smirked, and shrugged my shoulders.
A few minutes later he walked me to my vehicle. Hugging me, his hand snuck down and grabbed my ass as he leaned in and pecked my lips quickly. I loved that he’d done it and hated that the quick peck was all it could be. I glanced at his truck and he caught my gaze.
“No. Not in the light of day.”
Scrunching my brows, I argued, “That hasn’t stopped us at either Rodeo.”
Grinning, “That’s different, secluded, and you know it. I’ll talk to you soon. Just a couple more days.” He hugged me again and said, “Keep me posted on her recovery.”
Nodding and pursing my lips, I climbed in my car and watched as he walked away and climbed into his truck.
TO: [email protected]
3:17 PM
Subject: Lunch
Thank you for lunch... I’m all smiles.
TO: [email protected]
3:19 PM
Subject: Re: Lunch
I was trying very hard not to drag you out to the truck for a backseat spanking...