“Stop, please stop. I’ll do anything,” I say still laughing.
“Anything, you say,” Skylar says as he stops the tickling, “Hmmm, this can get interesting.”
Now that I have him off guard, I roll quickly, throwing him off me and I jump off the bed and run to the corner of the room, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
“Oh you better get back here, you said you would do anything, Ms. Adams.”
“What do you have in mind?” I tease.
Skylar lays back on the bed, facing me and putting his arms above his head. The smirk on his face tells me that he’s looking for something dirty. God that look has the ability to get me wet in two point three seconds. Clenching my thighs together, I cross my arms over my chest and start tapping my foot, like I’m waiting for him to give me an answer.
“Well, Mr. McBride, what you up going to demand?”
“There are a few things that I’m thinking. I just want to make sure that I choose the right thing, since my deck is stacked in my favor right now. I wouldn’t want to blow it, you know,” he says emphasizing on ‘blow it’.
“You want me to blow something?” I say licking my lips seductively.
“As amazing as that sounds, I have a much better idea. But we have to leave. Car or bike?” Skylar asks me.
“Um, I guess car. I’m not really dressed for a ride, you know,” I say pointing to my dress crumpled on the floor.
“Car works better anyway. Okay, get dressed and meet me downstairs in five.”
Skylar jumps out of bed and throws on the same jeans from last night. Walking over to me, he raises my arms above my head and kisses me, hard. Feeling him lift the hem of the shirt I’m wearing, I triy to deepen the kiss ever further, but he stops the kiss, steps back and pulls the shirt from my body, leaving me standing in the room naked. Completely naked.
“What was that about?” I ask him confused.
“I needed my shirt, sweets. But I might have to change our plans, seeing as you’re standing there all naked and sexy like,” he says darting his tongue out of his mouth then bites his lower lip.
My body temperature rises while he looks at me, responding to his lust for me. No, not lust, love, his love for me. Skylar walks over to me and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead then picks my dress up and pulls it over my head, and turns to walk out of the room. Just before he walks out the door he just opened, he turns back to me, with a familiar Skylar smirk on his face and winks.
“I told you once, I’ll tell you again, we will revisit this, you being wet issue again. Soon sweets, very soon. Meet you downstairs in five,” he says walking out the door and pulling it closed behind him.
I was downstairs within five minutes and we walked to my car together. He requested to drive, since he apparently hates my driving, so I allowed it. Plus, I didn’t know where we were going. I was his captive for the afternoon.
While he drove, I sent a quick email to Jacoby, from my phone, letting him know my plans for the future. As unprofessional as I have been, I can’t leave without any communication and Jacoby deserves to know that I can’t see him any more either.
Jacoby,
Thank you for the opportunity to work as your office manager for the last year. I am sorry to advise you that I will not be returning to my current position, effective immediately. I will be returning to gather my personal things from my office and I will be available to train a new office manager, once a candidate has been chosen.
I would rather not discuss my reason for this sudden departure via email. If you would like to call me to discuss it, I will be available for the remainder of the day. If not, I completely understand.
Thank you again for the opportunity and I hope you will be able to give me a positive reference for future employment, regardless of the unprofessional manner I am leaving, but based on my impeccable work during my time as your office manager.
Sincerely,
Mira Adams
Once I had typed out the entire email and read it over a few times, I sent it. Looking over at Skylar and smiling, I can’t be anything but happy. My job was wonderful and I love the people I work with, but I love Skylar more. His peace of mind is worth more to me that some job that any high school graduate can do. As long as Jacoby gives me a positive reference and with my college degree, I should have no problem finding a much better job.
Looking out the window, I realize that we’re on my street. What the hell, I think to myself. He gets anything he wants from me and we’re going to my mother’s house.
“Sky, what’s going on?”
“I decided that the one thing that I want, since you’ll do anything, is simple, sweets. I want you to pack your stuff and come home with me. Wait to tell Kylee until tomorrow, so we can have the place to ourselves for tonight.”
Grinning from ear to ear, I whisper, “Kylee won’t be back until tomorrow morning. She’s getting her stuff from her apartment in Grand Rapids. I haven’t even told her our new living situation yet.”
Skylar pulls into the driveway and follows me into the house. My mom wasn’t home so we took our time to gather my things. I didn’t have too much, since I left the majority of what I had at my old apartment when I moved out.
I start putting my clothes into suitcases. As soon as they were full and closed, Skylar took them down to my car. Looking around my room, I decide to pack a few pictures that I had scattered around on the walls. I sat on the floor in front of my bed and grabbed a box that I had placed memories of mine and Danny’s life together in. For such a long time, this box was too depressing to open.
I open the box and start to sift through the pictures, ticket stubs and other miscellaneous items when Skylar walks back in the room.
“Is that it? I can get you anything else you need tomorrow,” he says sitting on my bed looking down on me, “What’s all this?”
Picking up a picture frame of all four of us at one of the formals, I can see the tears in his eyes. As much as I loved Danny and missed him, he was Skylar’s friend since they were little. They had memories that stretched more than fifteen years. I don’t know what I would do without Kylee, so I can empathize with his pain.
I grab his hand and pull him to sit on the floor with me. Skylar moves behind me and opens his legs for me to sit in between. Together, we look at all the memories in this tiny box and laugh at all the good times we had. Even though Skylar and I weren’t together as a couple, we were always together. It is so nice to relive these memories with someone who was there.
“Want me to take this box down to the car?”
Looking back at his sad blue eyes, I kiss his cheek and close the lid on the box. Standing up, I reach my hand out to help him stand. Once we’re both standing, I hand him the box and point towards my closet, “Can you just put this up on the top shelf, babe?”
That was the first time I have ever used a pet name for anyone, including Danny. He was always just Danny. It never felt right to call him anything but his name. With Skylar, it felt right and it came out with ease.
“Are you sure? You can take this if you want, I won’t be upset,” he says, almost looking guilty.
“Nope. These are memories from my past. I loved Danny with my whole heart and he’s gone now. I’m looking forward to making new memories with you. The only memories I want in a box, under my bed, from now on are our memories.”
Taking the box from me and putting it where I requested, Skylar grabs my hand and leads me down the stairs. I lock up as I walk out of the house; send a quick text to my mom letting her know I would be staying with Skylar for the meanwhile and get in the passenger seat of the car. Skylar starts the drive to his apartment, which I had yet to see, let alone know where it is.
Once we get to the apartment, Skylar gives me the grand tour. It wasn’t anything special, but it was fairly large. He said he got it at a good rate when he moved from the apartment we shared for a weekend. Sky shows me to the room that would now be mine. It was pretty empty, except for some bo
xes standing in the corner, left over from when he moved in.
I take a quick shower and change into a tee shirt and pair of cotton sleep pants. Perfect attire for lounging around the house and spending quality time with the man that I love.
We spend the rest of the afternoon putting my clothes away in the closet in my new room, and some choice lingerie in the dresser in Skylar’s room. We order in dinner and watch movies in the living room, laughing and talking, just being a regular couple that hadn’t been through everything that we had endured for the last year and a half.
I must have passed out in the middle of the movie, because the next thing I remember is Skylar carrying me to bed, his bed. Realizing that I was awake, he sat me on the edge of the bed. He went to his dresser and pulled out a shirt for me to wear. Examining the shirt, I realize that it was another Hooliganz, all black tee shirt. But this one was different than the other one. It wasn’t generic. On the bottom of the back of the shirt it says, ‘Property of Axe’. I look at him confused.
“I was given this shirt when I first joined the club. I was told that my girl would have to wear this shirt to any function we went to or whenever we were out on the bike, but it wasn’t to be given to just any girl, she had to be MY girl. This shirt has sat in this dresser since I brought it home. I never had a girl that I would consider mine until now. I would be honored if you would wear this shirt, letting the world know that you’re mine.”
I start to laugh uncontrollably and Skylar just looks at me, with hurt in his eyes, “Oh Sky, don’t look so sad. Are you asking me out? Do you want me to be your girlfriend? Is this your way of giving me your letter jacket or your class ring? It’s adorable and yes I will wear this shirt. I’ll wear it with pride babe.”
“Oh, a smart ass are we? I know exactly what to do with a smart ass, and you won’t be needing this tonight,” he says taking the shirt out of my hands and tossing it on top of the dresser.
“Hey, ass, you gave me that shirt. It’s mine now, give it back,” I say, standing up from the bed to go retrieve my new shirt that will show the world exactly who I belong too.
Skylar stops me in mid stride and pushes me back on the bed, pinning me down with my arms above my head. He starts by kissing my lips softly, then moves to my neck, licking every place he kissed.
He reaches his hands to the bottom of my shirt, and pulls it over my head. The kisses trailed down my chest and across my stomach, leaving me arching into his touch, needing and wanting more. When he got to the hem of my shorts, he gently starts to pull them off my body. I lift my hips and before I know it, I was laying on the bed stark naked, again, with him ogling my body, like a feast.
“Mira you are so fucking beautiful. I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. The way your body curves, the shape of your tits and this pretty pussy,” he says rubbing his hands down my sides and ending at the apex of my thighs. I open my legs on instinct, putting myself on display for him.
“I promised you a while ago that I would spend more time getting acquainted with this pretty pussy, Mira. Give me your hands,” he requests.
I place my hands in his. He takes his time, kissing each and every finger on both hands before placing them on my thighs, while he stares intently at my body.
“Here’s what I need you to do, other than lay there and enjoy. You’re going to use your hands to open yourself for me, and keep it open. I’m going to devour you, just so you know,” he says as a rush of wetness flowes from me. I can feel the moisture on my thighs.
Doing what he requested, I take my index fingers on both hands and opened my lower lips for him, exposing my clit for him to devour, as he said.
“Fucking perfect,” he says as he descends between my legs, gently licking my cunt. A soft moan escapes my lips as I throw my head back and arch body into his. Skylar’s arms come up from under my hips and grab my hip bones, just under where my arms touch my legs, pulling me into him.
I’m a huge fan of oral sex, but this man wasn’t just performing. He truly was devouring me, like I was a fucking snack pack or something. He knew exactly what he was doing and it didn’t take me long to come. He didn’t stop after my orgasm. I was so sensitive and he kept going, trying to make me come again. It was on the verge of ecstasy and pain, when I finally bucked enough to get him off my pussy. He softly blew on my cunt, almost sending me over the edge again before he crawled up the bed, laying almost on top of me, propped up by his elbows, staring into my eyes.
For the rest of the night, we made love. We didn’t fuck or have sex, we made love. I felt everything he said to me earlier in the day. I knew that this is exactly where I wanted to be. With every stroke of his dick inside me, slowly and passionately, I knew that we loved each other. We loved each other enough to move on with our lives, together.
Laying next to him, curled into his side with my legs draped over his, I kissed his jaw line and nibbling on his shoulder, I showed him everything he had shown to me. That I was his. I belonged to him.
Quickly getting out of bed before he could stop me, I grabbed the tee shirt from the dresser. The one that told the world that I belonged to this man, and slipped it over my head as I climbed back into bed. I wasn’t lying when I said I would wear this shirt with pride.
Lying back on his chest, he kisses my head, tells me goodnight and that he loves me.
I raise my head and look into his eyes, trying to express the regret that I have felt for everything that happened a year ago, I told him everything he needed to hear in that moment.
“Good night Skylar. I love you. Get some rest, we’re going to have a long day tomorrow. We have to tell Kylee our plans to live here and get her furniture here. She’s going to need a bed.”
“We probably should go buy you a bed too. I don’t think your mom will let you take your bed from her house.”
“Don’t worry about that, I already have a bed,” I say, smiling coyly.
“What do you mean?”
“My place is right here, Sky. If it’s okay with you, I’ll be sharing your bed, for as long as you will have me.”
Skylar grabs my face and smiles at me like he had just won the lottery, he kisses me deeply. He moves his hands to my hair and pulls slightly, to angle my head better to get the deep kiss he desired. I have heard about those kinds of kisses that leave you breathless and seem like they last forever. That is exactly what this kiss was to me. When he finally broke, I had to catch my breath and blink the little white dots away from my eyes.
“Sweets, I’ll have you forever and always. I can’t wait for tomorrow. I get to wake up with the most beautiful girl in the world, wearing my shirt and she loves me just as much as I love her.”
“It’s going to be a good day. Now go to bed, no more hanky panky,” I say swatting his hands away as he tries to get them underneath the shirt.
“We have the rest of our lives for hanky panky, sweets. Good night, Mira. I love you.”
Those were the last words I heard before drifting off to a peaceful slumber. I know I am going to sleep better tonight than I have in a very long time.
Chapter Eighteen
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I didn’t think I set the alarm, I thought to myself. God, it must be really late in the day, the light is so bright as I try to open my eyes. I tried to reach over and shut off Skylar’s alarm, but my arm felt funny. I must have slept wrong.
Last night, in bed with Skylar was the most amazing experience of my entire adult life but something doesn’t feel right. I know that Sky doesn’t have Egyptian Cotton sheets but these sheets are just not comfortable, almost scratchy against my skin.
As I try to get my eyes to adjust to the bright light, I finally get them open. Well not really open, open but more open with a squint. Something’s really wrong with this.
I don’t feel any warmth next to me in bed. He might be lying further away from me but my arm feels like it weights a hundred pounds.
Getting familiar with my surroundings, I
realize I’m not in Skylar’s room. I’m not even at home.
“Skylar,” I manage to whisper. My throat is so dry, dryer than a desert. I feel like if I were to cough, dust would fly from my mouth. Just trying to mutter those two syllables hurt like hell. I really could use some water.
Trying to move my muscles, any muscles, to get out of bed is killing me. My body doesn’t want to cooperate with my brain. I manage to turn my neck and see what is really going on.
I’m in a hospital. I’m laying on a hospital bed a little bigger than the ones that I have seen before. The bed is wrapped in the generic zero comfort stock white sheets and I’m covered with a similar sheet to the one that is on the bed.
It pains me to move but I scan the room with my eyes trying to figure out what is happening. The beeping noise, it isn’t my alarm clock. It’s some kind of machine that has a tube coming from a bag of clear liquid. My eyes follow the tube down and notice that the end of it is stuck into my arm. An IV? What the hell happened?
Did something happen at the apartment? Did we get robbed and I was injured? Was one of those biker guys the robber? Did they want to hurt me to get to Skylar? If I’m in this bed, where is Skylar? Oh God, oh God, did something happen to him? My stomach starts turning, running through all the possibilities.
Skylar has to be here. I can sense him. I know his presence anywhere, and his scent. I have burned the way he smells into memory so I could never forget. Where the hell is he?
When I turn my neck in the other direction and try to focus my eyes. I see Skylar sleeping awkwardly on a chair in the corner of the room. Saying his name didn’t work. Maybe if I try I can make some kind of noise.
I see that there is a nurse call button lying on the bed next to me. I try to move my hand to grab the call button, but my hand isn’t cooperating. It’s like my brain is telling it what to do, but it’s not listening. I begin sobbing, painfully sobbing, and I see Skylar stir in his chair. I just want to get up, I think to myself.
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