I Knew You Were Trouble: Accidents Happen

by Potter, M. X.

  "Sorry, I was distracted," I said, "the cart kind of got away from me." The man looked between Adeline and me and smiled. Adeline's arm wrapped around my waist and she leaned her head on my shoulder. She felt so comfortable there.

  "No problem, Sir," the man said on the verge of a chuckle, "if you pull the cart back, we'll get this cleaned up." I pulled the cart back as the man gave me another look. It was the you-lucky-son-of-a-bitch look. 'Damn right,' I thought.

  Chapter Eight

  The house smelled delicious. There was an exquisite smell of slow-cooked meat hanging in the air. My mouth had been watering, and Adeline wasn't letting me near my own kitchen. It was strange that I was letting her do it. I actually liked the idea that she had claimed a domain and declared herself dictator. I enjoyed the confident Adeline.

  "That smells wonderful," I complimented as I sat on the other side of the counter, "you would make a good chef."

  "That's my dream," Adeline admitted, "I always end up waitressing in the end." It wasn't depressing sounding. She was just stating fact.

  "Start your own restaurant," I continued as Adeline placed the lettuce she was tearing into a big bowl.

  "Kind of need money for that," Adeline said, "half a million just to build it and half that again to keep it going the first year." She had put some thought into it. I don't even think I could help her borrow that kind of money. Maybe, before the divorce, but now I was lucky to get a good rate on a car loan. The doorbell rang and ended the discussion.

  Cathy was much older than Adeline, and I couldn't see much family resemblance. Cathy's expression was severe when I greeted her. I felt I was being analyzed, and it was a foregone conclusion I would be found wanting. Her face brightened when Adeline came out of the kitchen to welcome her.

  There was something about Cathy I didn't like. I had expected to be vetted by her and knew that wasn't it. Something was off. Her sudden change when Adeline appeared didn't feel genuine. Their age difference was disturbing and I disliked the way Adeline seemed to defer to her with her posture and altered mannerisms. It was not a good start, so I decided to let my reservations go and begin anew.

  "I am glad you're here," I said, smiling, "Adeline's cooking has been teasing my nose for over an hour. I wasn't sure I could hold out much longer."

  "She cooks for you?" Cathy questioned in a less than a friendly manner. Adeline didn't seem to notice the tone. I, on the other hand, did.

  "It's kind of tough to stop her," I responded in a neutral tone. I was done with being pleasant. It took me less than a minute to decide this was going to be a long dinner. I reminded myself to not be unpleasant. The last thing I wanted to do was to come between Adeline and Cathy. I sensed Cathy didn't have the same fears regarding me.

  Adeline pulled the roast out of the oven and I no longer cared what Cathy thought of me. It was a wonderful looking piece of meat. I don't think I really appreciated my oven enough. Adeline lifted it out of the dutch oven it had been kept warm in, with a large fork and knife. I could see the pride in her eyes as she handed the platter to me to carve. The rub she had put on the meat increased the savory smell. I could almost taste it with my nose. I began to cut into the meat and suddenly felt like my father at Thanksgiving. The whole situation felt domesticated. I looked up at Adeline's smiling face, my barbecue apron around her waist. The ultra-clean kitchen, memories of her cleaning the bathroom and grocery shopping had snuck up on me. Three days after my divorce was finalized, and I was feeling way too comfortable with another woman in my house.

  Adeline saw something in my face. I could see worry building so I shook off my thoughts and added a smile for her. Cathy seemed to miss it all. I cut into the meat and found perfection. It had a warm pink center and the juices flowed. I had to give Adeline credit, she could cook. I left the A1 in the fridge.

  "So, what do you do for a living?" Cathy asked me as dinner progressed. I was chewing when she spoke, the meat was almost melting in my mouth. Maybe the domestic thing wasn't so bad.

  "I work for Bradford Insurance and Casualty," I answered once my mouth was free, "I work in the computer department." I usually don't go past that much. A fuller description bordered on boring.

  "How long have you worked there?" Cathy continued her interrogation. I guess being Adeline's only family, it was her right.

  "Nine .. no, ten years now," I replied as I stirred my salad around a bit. I was looking for more raspberries. The dressing Adeline made went well with the raspberries and nuts. Not a mix I would ever have thought of.

  "Do you aspire beyond insurance?" Cathy continued. Adeline surprised me by scooping some more raspberries out of their container and into my bowl. Mind reader.

  "There's a career path there," I answered after smiling my thanks to Adeline, "I am vested and happy so I see little reason to move on."

  "Must not pay well," Cathy said with no reservations as she looked around my small house. My first thought was death by fork. I pulled back and decided the whole truth was necessary, lest she find out from a different source.

  "I went through a protracted divorce," I confessed, "it took a toll on my finances. Everything is stable now."

  "You were married?" Cathy asked with disdain, while looking at Adeline. I guess she suspected Adeline to be shocked. Adeline just smiled softly and nodded.

  "Yes, for nine years," I replied then quickly added, "we were separated for the last four years. It was finalized a few days ago."

  "My, you do move fast," Cathy said. She quickly filled her mouth with salad as if the comment was an inconsequential afterthought.

  "Stop it," Adeline said forcibly, staring at her sister. I was glad it wasn't a spineless relationship. In fact, it made me feel better. I didn't like the idea of a helpless Adeline. I smiled and decided to defuse things before we sank into a series of jabs we would regret.

  "Cathy is just worried about you," I said nicely, "I don't blame her." I just defended Adeline's sister for questioning our relationship. Everything was moving at breakneck speed. I put some more roast in my mouth to give me time to think. I was letting things get defined by default.

  "That is a beautiful aquarium," Cathy said to change the subject. I think she realized she had dug a little deeper than necessary. She decided a little diplomacy was in order. It was nice to see her white flag go up. We spent the rest of the dinner discussing the care and feeding of salt water fish. Cathy enjoyed watching Mufasa lumber about. It is strange how your opinion of someone can change when they take an interest in your favorite things.

  Adeline tried to start cleaning the dishes when we finished. I insisted she sit. She cooked, I would clean. Also, the idea of her cleaning again kind of ate at me. It was better to equalize things and hold onto some independence. Cathy surprised me by grabbing a towel and insisting on drying. Adeline was pleased.

  "You're moving too fast," Cathy said quietly when Adeline headed off to the bathroom. I knew she didn't mean the dishes.

  "Shouldn't you be talking with Adeline about this?" I asked and handed her a clean bowl. She took it and began to dry.

  "Already tried," Cathy answered, "she's vulnerable. The fire and the accidents have damaged her confidence. I would be happier if she came back with me tonight." At least she was being honest. I thought for a moment as I washed a plate. Everything was moving quickly. I also knew the comfort was strangely frightening. I shook my head.

  "We do well together," I stated, handing her the clean plate. I chastised myself for fearing comfort.

  "After you're done banging her, she'll be crying at my door," Cathy said with cruelty. I wondered how long it would take to drown someone in a kitchen sink. I stopped washing and took a deep breath.

  "I'm going to ignore that," I said stiffly. I continued washing the plate I had been working on. "No.." I had reconsidered. "You need to trust Adeline. If my intentions were as slimy as you think, you wouldn't even be here." Cathy took a step back as I shoved the clean plate at her. She took it gingerly; I guess I had some
evil in my eyes.

  "Sorry," Cathy stated firmly and dropped the towel on the counter and placed the wet dish next to it. I wasn't sure what she was sorry about. Adeline walked back into the kitchen, which quickly ended the conversation.

  "Let's take a walk," Cathy said, with a forced smile at Adeline. Adeline looked to me and I nodded my head that it was alright. The two headed out the front door as I breathed a sigh of relief. Cathy was not my favorite person.

  I finished the dishes and sat on the couch waiting for the ladies to return. I wasn't pleased with the evening so far. I had expected to get grilled, but not judged harshly. I poured a glass of wine and put on some music. I closed my eyes and leaned back, trying to let the stress vacate.

  ***

  Lips were the first thing I felt. Soft and wonderful, they woke me from my brief nap. I opened my eyes to see Adeline's smiling face as she straddled me, her knees on either side of my thighs.

  "Where's your sister?" I asked as my memory flooded back.

  "I sent her home," Adeline replied, "she insisted you are going to use me for sex and then throw me out." Her face went serious. "You're not going to throw me out, are you?"

  "I would never throw you anywhere," I answered. Adeline's lips found mine again, passionately parting to tease me with her tongue. I responded, caressing her back and pulling her closer. Her lips trailed across my cheek and slowed near my ear.

  "I really hope you plan on using me for sex," Adeline breathed into my ear. My pants tightened quickly at her words. I had to clarify something before my will was no longer mine.

  "I didn't bail you out to have sex with you." It sounded stupid coming out of my mouth, but I really needed to say it. I felt a smile on my cheek.

  "And I'm not having sex with you for bailing me out," Adeline whispered, "I simply want to be naked with you, Damon." I had never heard words like that from any woman. There was absolutely no doubt of her desire, and I knew mine. My cock was straining as I pulled her lips back to mine. I devoured them as I desperately pulled her shirt out of her pants. She laughed and helped me pull her shirt over her head. Her bra was next. I fumbled with the clasp in the back as she stared into my eyes, smiling.

  The clasp separated, and I slowly pulled her bra down her arms. Adeline showed no shyness as I examined her breasts. Perfect globes, larger than I had expected. I tossed the bra to the side and lifted her breasts in my hands; her eyes filled with lust as my thumbs stroked lightly across the pink nipples. The nipples responded, going taut at my touch. I leaned forward, unable to stall my desire, and sucked one into my mouth. She moaned, and I felt a shiver run through her. I moved to the other breast, tasting it as my heart began to race. It had been too long, I knew that now.

  Adeline pulled on my shirt. I leaned forward and helped her pull it over my head. Our motions were jerky and filled with need. Speed became more important than smoothness. Adeline stood, undid her pants and pulled them and her underwear down in one movement. I was quickly undoing my pants and stalled for a moment.

  "My God, you are beautiful," I said truthfully. Adeline stopped trying to step out of her shoes for a second and looked at me. All her curves were exactly where I thought they should be. Her breasts perfect for her size and her sex, with its soft down, was glistening. Her smile grew and she awkwardly began stepping on her heels again to dislodge her shoes. She succeeded and stepped out of her pants and quickly lifted my legs up. My shoes and socks were off in a second and she pulled my pants off from my ankles. I lowered my boxers and she finished the job by yanking them off my legs.

  My cock was proudly pointing directly at Adeline. I had never seen a women lost fully in lust before. My experiences had been more mild in the past. She wasn't looking at me, she was studying what was between my legs. She bent down, grasped my shaft tenderly and kissed my leaky crown. I tried to rise, my thoughts were leading to the bedroom. Adeline wasn't in the mood to move. She pushed me back into the couch and straddled me once again. I smiled at her aggressiveness. It made me want her all the more.

  Adeline grabbed my shaft and guided it toward her opening. She dragged the crown along her warm moistness which caused a shudder to run down my legs. I held her hips as she slowly lowered herself onto me, engulfing the head, but stopping there. She let go of my shaft and brought her hand to my head, caressing the side of my face.

  "It has been awhile for me," Adeline said. I was about to respond with the same when she lowered quickly, fully wrapping my cock in her tight sleeve. I closed my eyes, arched forward and stifled a moan as pleasure surged through my body. When she was fully seated, I opened my eyes to her lustful expression. She watched my face, and I hers, as she began to move her hips. My mouth was slightly open, panting my passion with each downstroke. The pleasure was intense, it had be so long since I had so much desire.

  I reached up, pushing her hair behind her neck and pulled her lips back to mine. We fit so well together. We shared the same air as she shifted to grinding her pelvis into me. I heard her grunt and felt my cock shift back and forth inside her. Our eyes were only inches away from each other. The heavenly sensation began to build, my breathing becoming stronger.

  "Wait for me," Adeline said. I felt her back stiffen and move opposite her hips. I pulled into myself and tightened my legs, holding back. Her hazel eyes were boring into me, coaxing me forward, begging me to release. I was on the verge of losing it when her movements lost tempo and became an offbeat staccato. Each surge of her hips was followed by a deep grunt. I could feel her body began to shudder. Her face flushed and her stomach curled in. I exploded into her, years of want released in a volcanic fury. Our eyes never left each other's. Adeline's blissful face driving me further into nirvana. I held her as she shook, her pussy gripping and releasing. She collapsed onto me and began laughing softly.

  "That was kind of amazing," I whispered into Adeline's ear. She was dead weight in my arms as she recovered, still laughing. I reached up and massaged her neck softly as I smiled at whatever she found humorous. "What is so funny?" I asked.

  "My sister," Adeline said as she sat up. She kissed me deeply. "She said we weren't compatible; that it would be boring."

  "It certainly wasn't boring," I added. My arousal remained and Adeline was squeezing me inside her. I laughed, my cock jerking in response. She cradled my face with her hands and kissed me again. She put her forehead against mine and stared into my eyes.

  "I don't think your sister likes me," I said with humor. Adeline smiled, moving her hips up and down, teasing me.

  "Ignore her. I am. She just wants me to move back in with her." The thought of Adeline possibly leaving struck me harder than I expected. I didn't have the right, but at that moment, I was in my personal heaven and didn't want it to stop.

  "I don't want you to leave," I stated. It sounded more like a plea than the request I intended.

  "So, you like using me for sex?" Adeline smiled.

  "I think you used me," I laughed. My mind flirted with the desires I fully intended to deploy if she decided to stay. Her breasts were rubbing lightly against my chest as she kept me willingly imprisoned on the couch.

  "A day at a time," Adeline said, then locked her lips back on mine. Her tongue probed bravely, now knowing what I desired. I pulled her to the left and laid her on the couch, remaining conjoined by twisting until I was on top of her. Between us, we were a mess. The couch would need cleaning.

  I slowly withdrew, then reentered Adeline, enjoying the wonderful feel of her wet folds. She wrapped her legs around me and drew me in deeper. Our tongues danced as our hips flowed like ocean waves. Every muscle of hers seemed to know what mine wanted and moved in harmony. Deliberate passion replaced the impetuous movements of only a moment ago. I felt I had more of her now that our original need was sated. It was luxury embodied.

  We stayed that way as one, in flesh and mind, for a long time. Adeline urging me with her hands and legs, and I responding to the encouragement. I was rising again, reaching for release and she
sensed it. Her hands reached down, grabbing my butt, and pulled me into her. I came again, deep inside. She, with a slight tremor, so much more gentle than the first time. She was smiling when I recovered, her legs spread as wide as the couch would allow.

  "You do like using me for sex," Adeline stated. Her eyes were sparkling.

  "Yes," I admitted, "very much." Adeline hugged me close like she intended to never let me go. I let my fears go as she held me. I decided to ignore self-imposed waiting rules. I liked her more than I should. I truly didn't want her to leave.

  I had made love to a woman with the lights on. Twice. I had done that only once with Jessica. With Adeline, it seemed natural. Adeline was so unashamed about her body; nature was just nature around her. She held no concerns about sharing herself with me. I stood slowly, pulling my sloppy and exhausted tool from between her heavenly legs.

  "Come," I said softly, "I want to wash you." I held out my hand which she took in hers. I ignored the obvious need for a new couch as she stood. Such a small price to pay. I led her by the hand to the non-gross shower.