by Fiona Murphy
“Sweetheart, don’t tough it out. There’s nothing wrong with taking the pill if you need it. Remember, if you don’t feel like cooking, order out and charge it to the household card. I’m getting out early tonight, so don’t even think about cooking dinner. Text me what you want. I’ll grab it on the way home.”
“Yes, lord and master Bishop.”
“I do love hearing you say that. Rest. Text me with your dinner order around seven so I can call it in.”
“Will do. Bye.”
Amelia comes in and plops down unannounced. “You already run your background check on Richard?”
Normally, after going this long without hearing from her, I would be glad. Now I’m only annoyed. “Yeah, he came back clear. More than a few people called him the dick I already knew him to be. The job he was so proud of is something he doesn’t do a lot of himself, he has two assistants who do it. It was a payback to his father for doing the foundation a solid several years before. He’s been coasting through his whole life, he isn’t likely to change. If that’s what you want then so be it.”
“He isn’t a dick.”
“Believe what you want. Until you apologize to Holly for being a bitch to her I’m not up for playing brother dear.”
She’s shocked, hell, even I’m shocked. It wasn’t what I intended to say but I mean every word. “Ethan?”
“I knew you were lying to me the last time you came to my office. At the time, I let it go because I believed it was just between you and me. Then you drag Holly into it. She tells you no politely, twice, and still you won’t let it go. I’m tired Amelia, really fucking tired of doing the same stupid song and dance. If you want me to treat you like an adult then act like one. You hurt Holly because she wouldn’t give you your way. You don’t have to go back to being best friends, but you will respect her and her place in my life, or your place in my life will go to a minimum. As my sister, I will always love you, however, I refuse to give you access to Holly as the brat you are, enabling you to further upset or hurt her.”
Her eyes are big, she nods. “I’ll apologize. I am sorry for putting her in that position, it will never happen again.”
“Make sure of it. There won’t be any second chances. Now, if you’ll excuse, I need to get back to work.” I turn back to my computer, my mind already back on the contract. Amelia walks out slowly, I’m sure what I said was a surprise. For the first time in a long time, she knew I was dead serious. As much as I love Amelia and hate the idea of limiting her place in my life, I’m sick of the merry-go-round.
The idea of going home to Holly gets me to push hard enough, that at this rate, the day after tomorrow I could go home extra early. Hopefully, Holly’s period will be over and she’ll be up for my plans for her.
Holly texts me with her order of spaghetti and meatballs from Giorgio’s. I add my own order of baked rigatoni. Giorgio’s doesn’t usually do take out or delivery, but damn it feels good being one of the top rainmakers of the city. Special treatment is always given, a picture of me coming out of their restaurant is good for business.
I pick up dinner then text Holly to let her know I’m on my way home. She knows me well, she has a bottle of red wine waiting for me. Plates are already out on the table where she’s sitting. My poor baby, she’s still in pain. It’s obvious, even though she’s trying to hide it.
“I hate seeing you in pain.”
“I’m not going to complain. The doctor did warn me of this, but I had no idea. All I thought is no periods, yay. I do want to say thank you for not being a typical guy, and brushing me off as a baby. Even my mom used to just brush me off with the excuse, ‘it’s part of being a woman—get used to it.’ So, I have you to thank for Amelia calling me today, metaphorically on her knees begging for forgiveness?”
“Of course, she’s not going to do it on her own. I’m glad she called. It’s my fault, really, for letting her become such a brat. I know she places a lot more stress on herself than she needs to or should. She’s the baby, whose early life I missed out on. The excuses I made for giving her way too much freedom to be a brat were endless. Only now, I’m really tired of going around and around with her. While I’m glad she called to apologize, she’s the last thing I want to talk to about. You stayed in bed resting.”
Plating our food, she laughs, and fuck, I’m glad to hear it. “Yes, I followed your instructions. Although I did have to get out of bed and come rest on the couch for a little while. I think I was beginning to get bedsores. Plus, I felt a little guilty while the women were working in there. I caught up on some of the movies you called classics that you have saved on the cable box.”
The rest of the night passes quickly. I order her onto the couch, remembering her complaint about getting tired of bed. We find a movie she hadn’t watched I couldn’t believe she had yet to see. She yawns as the movie ends. “Ready for bed?”
“Yes, I’m sorry it’s only ten. After such a long nap today I thought I would be up late.”
“Hey, don’t apologize. You need your sleep. Go get ready for bed. I will too, meet you in bed in a little bit.”
She kisses my cheek. “I’m really missing you. My flow is nearly non-existent.”
Her hand on my chest makes it clear what she’s inviting. She is killing me. “Holly, sweetheart, you are in pain. Sleeping with you is hard enough. Another day, or so. We’ll make it to when you don’t look like you’re about to fall down in pain.”
With a sigh, she snuggles into me. “That’s true, but I do miss you. It’s even harder sleeping with you, but I don’t like not sleeping with you.”
“I won’t disagree. We’ll survive a few more days.” I urge her into her room.
She goes with a sigh. Her snack is a boiled egg. She promises she drank four bottles of water today when she only takes a sip with her pill. Tonight she has pity on me, we sleep spoon position.
The next day she wakes up with the alarm. I’m awake in an instant. She moves slowly into a sitting position. While she winces slightly, the intense pain of the last few days is clearly gone. Looking at me, our eyes meet, her smile is bright.
“You feel better?” Relief makes me smile.
Holly nods kissing me lightly. “The last few days have been a ten on the pain scale, right now I’m at six, maybe a seven. I know an over-the-counter will cut it.”
“I’m glad.” I allow myself a tight hug. Oh damn, her breasts are heavy, her nipples hard.
She moans my name. Fuck, I almost drop her and am off the bed fast. “Holly, you are killing me. Sweetheart, you are still in pain. I know for a fact sex too soon can bring on pain and a heavy flow.”
“Ethan, I’m really... okay, no, I’m not a hundred percent. I just miss you. Can’t I at least taste you?”
“I’m lucky to have you. I know that, but no. No way am I walking out of here satisfied when you aren’t. One more day. I’ve been working my ass off; tomorrow I can maybe get out as early as five. We can make use of my jetted tub you’ve grown addicted to.”
With a blush she smiles, “You’ve noticed? I adore it. That sounds like a great plan. Let me get washed up and get your morning snack.”
Leaving the room, she practically skips down the hall. Seeing her happy again, no longer in pain, shit... something shifts inside me. The feeling is so strong I press my hand to my chest, I don’t know what it is. I’m not ready to know what it is.
The morning goes perfectly on schedule. She skips coffee this morning and I’m relieved. Her eggs are scrambled on toast. “Now remember, you still have the day off. I’ll get dinner again. Please don’t go out running around today doing errands or shopping, just rest.” Damn it, from the way she doesn’t meet my eyes I knew I was right to order her to stay home. “Holly?”
She sighs then nods. “Okay, I’ll stay home. I was just going to pick up your suits then maybe do some shopping.”
My hand goes around the back of her neck to pull her close. “You make me crazy sometimes. Just because you’re not doubled
over in pain doesn’t mean you are better enough to go running around the city.”
Her thumb comes up to press into my bottom lip “You’re right. Thank you for taking care of me.”
Kissing her thumb, I pull her close. “I’m always right. Also, my cock and I have a vested interest in keeping you in the best condition possible.”
Holly throws back her head and laughs. Hearing her sweet laugh bubble up makes me feel like a king. Getting up I pull her into my arms, her arms wind around my neck. The kiss gets hotter much faster than I intend, with a groan, I end the kiss. Her arms tighten around my neck. “You’re hilarious. Also cruel with that kiss.”
“I know, I shouldn’t have. Except with you this close I couldn’t help myself. Rest today.” I order as she lets me go.
“Yes, lord and master Bishop.” Her words follow me out the door.
Chapter Twenty Seven
With a sigh, I watch him leave. Who would have thought Ethan Bishop, obnoxious asshole, manwhore, had it within him to be kind, gentle, and caring? The way he’s been over the last few days, if I hadn’t been in love before I would be now. His gentle handling, he hadn’t hidden how much my being in pain upset him, the way he forced me into bed with other cleaners taking my place. I never would have thought Ethan would do the things he has over the last few days.
A knock on the door before it opens to the cleaners gets me going. They are the same cleaners from yesterday. We exchange morning pleasantries and Kathy, the one who had been nice enough to bring me soup yesterday takes my plate from me. This morning I hadn’t had time to do more than brush my teeth and wash my face. I jump in the shower for a quick scrub down. Once I’m out I check and still only the faintest of spotting so I give in, obviously no tampons were needed. I go with silky panties again and only a panty liner. While I’m glad the doctor was right about no period, I’m not willing to go through the pain I’ve had for the last few days. Heck, I’m actually still in pain, only it’s what I’m used to. I take a few over-the-counter pills then settle on the sofa with my tablet.
I’m surprised by the knock on the door. I open it to see Amelia in tears. “I really fucked up with Ethan and you, and oh, my god, Richard was a complete dick. Please don’t hate me.”
Ethan knows her well. I hug her and guide her to the sofa, where she takes me through her late night break up. When she’s done, she takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry I was such a bitch, I mean it. You have been nothing but kind to me. It’s horrible of me to be jealous of what you and Ethan have. Especially when Ethan has needed someone like you since forever. I was afraid I’d lose my place in his life. He’s the rock I clung to. But, I realize it isn’t fair to him, or me, to be unable to stand on my own two feet. Just seeing you two scared me, am I ever going to find what you guys have?”
“Maybe you need to take some time to figure yourself out before you worry about men. You try so hard to walk in Ethan’s path, make your own. Trust me, men aren’t the be all and end all.”
For the first time, Amelia really seems to listen. After a few hours, she leaves before Ethan is due home.
Dinner is salmon from Goldfinches for me and a steak with baked potato for Ethan. I don’t mention Amelia, I think she needs some space right now. We cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie he swears is great but has me falling asleep on him.
It isn’t until he climbs into bed next to me that I wake up. He tells me to go back to sleep with a gentle squeeze around my waist, and I do.
****
I wake up to feel Ethan’s arm around me, his hand flat against my stomach. Turning around I snuggle into the hollow of his throat, the way I like the most. He comes awake, squeezing me tight. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
My stomach flips to hear his voice all dark and full of gravel from sleep. “Good... I’d actually say great. Or maybe I should say you feel great.” He laughs, as my hand moves down his back to his ass. “How are you so damned firm absolutely everywhere?”
“They are called muscles, and I’m not firm absolutely everywhere until you start something you aren’t going to finish.” The alarm goes off and stops me from protesting yes, I was going to finish what I started. Not fair, I squeeze his ass. His response is a smack to my ass. “Up, sweetheart—tonight.”
“Promise?”
“Promise, now get moving before I don’t make it in to work today.” Ethan tweaks a nipple, making me yelp and move fast out of bed.
“I’ll remember that.” I throw over my shoulder as I go into my room to get dressed.
Laughter is his only response.
The morning flies by way too fast, I pout when his kiss goodbye is only a press of his lips against my forehead. He smacks my ass with a smile. Today, I have only the slightest twinges of pain, barely enough to bother me. I’m happy to find there isn’t even a trace, until I remember what Ethan said about sex at the tail end of a period. He was right.
Before I start cleaning, I go into my room and pull out my favorite bunny-eared vibrator. I haven’t used it since Ethan and I started having sex, it feels different. I don’t like it as much as I did before. Thinking of Ethan, and the things he does so well, has me hitting my climax faster than I have before with the toy. It still isn’t nearly enough to take away the need I have for Ethan, in a way it makes it worse. I don’t want plastic, I want Ethan’s hard thick cock, his tongue, his body against mine.
Just thinking of him is getting me worked up again. I roll off the bed to clean off the vibrator, then immediately check, there is no spotting or even a twinge of pain. I put on a new panty liner, and start cleaning, easily slipping back into my routine. The women who had been cleaning have been doing a very good job. It only takes a few hours before I’m done. I round up suits to take to the cleaners and stick a load in the washing machine. Dropping off the suits, I pick up four others then head to the grocery store to load up. I’m not sure if my body is used to naps, or I was trying to do too much in one day, but I’m tired and decide to buy the household supplies on my list tomorrow.
Once I’m home, I put everything away. I cheated and bought foods for dinner that only needed to be warmed up. Checking the clock, I see it’s a little after three. I think of how Ethan always manages to surprise me. I go into my room to change. I leave off a bra, only to pull on a light pink dress nicely tight in the bodice, with a flared skirt to my knees. After finding not the least bit of spotting, I decide to leave off underwear completely.
Taking my tablet into the living room, I’m reading some of the naughty stories I have, as inspiration for when Ethan gets home. I’m barely through a story when the front door opens.
He scoops me in up in his arms almost immediately. “I don’t think I got a damned thing done today. Hell, no bra, you know me well.” His kiss is ravenous as he allows me to slide down his body. I sway when he allows my feet to touch the floor. “Go get the almond oil you use and meet me at the tub.”
Although I’m surprised by the command, I don’t even hesitate to follow his instructions. When I find him in his bathroom, the tub is filling with hot water and I hand him the oil. He adds a few drops before he pushes down his boxer briefs. All I can think is how beautiful he is and that he’s mine, all mine.
Without a second thought, I’m on my knees in front of him, reaching for him.
A hand goes in my hair. “This isn’t what I wanted from you right now, but I’m so fucking hard for you that I don’t think I’ll be able to last long.”
Feasting on the first few inches, I stroke him as I revel in the taste of him. The hand in my hair pushes him deeper inside but not into my throat. He is close, I caress his silky pouch, only seconds later he fills my mouth. I lick him until he’s clean. When I finish, he picks me up as he steps into the tub then sets the jets in motion. Ethan fits me to face him on his lap as he stops the water.
The hot water and jets feel wonderful, but his body against mine feels even better. His mouth finds a breast, making me moan in only seconds. Even though the
amount of the oil in the water was small, it allows me to glide down his legs and rub his thickening cock along my slit. It isn’t nearly enough for either of us. Two fingers slide into my pussy, fucking me slowly. I plead for more, his cock, faster, anything. His answer is to take the two fingers out of me then slide them into my ass. With the oiled water it’s easy for him slide inside. There’s no pain as he pushes deeper without pausing, I want more. I want to know how he will feel where I wondered about him being for so long.
“Talk to me, sweetheart. How does it feel?”
“There’s no pain.” My arms go around him, holding him tight. “How is there no pain, not even discomfort?”
“It’s not the same for everyone and my cock is a hell of a lot thicker and longer than two fingers. Right now, you’re still turned on, your body still soft for more of me.” His fingers have gone as deep as they can. Now he begins to slowly fuck in and out of me, massaging me as he does. I’m moving on him, crying out for more. Two other fingers slide into my pussy, Ethan is playing my body into a body shaking orgasm.
I go limp completely. I’m vaguely aware of Ethan picking me up then grabbing two towels before carrying me into the bedroom. He lays down a towel before putting me on it. Slowly he dries me off taking the time to kiss, suck, and nibble his way along my body until I’m writhing for more.
His tongue finally stops, in order to give all its attention to my pussy, at first he’s trying to go slowly, but soon he’s as voracious as his kiss had been. I’m leaking from his attention, and between my body and the oil left over from the bath, he easily slides two fingers back into my ass and slowly begins moving in and out again.
“Ethan, please, please, before we try it can you fuck my pussy? I need your cock so badly. I’ve missed you.”
“Anything you want to do, sweetheart. When we get there, if you want to stop you just tell me. Only what makes you feel good, nothing else.”
“From behind, Ethan. I need to feel you deep and hard.” He turns me over, taking me exactly as I beg him to. Neither of us takes long to climax, we go down in a tangle of limbs, fighting for air.