by LK Collins
“This is it,” I say, looking over at the two-story stucco house. It looks the same -- dark brown with lots of cacti, a long walkway leading up to the wooden door. Abel grabs my hand as we walk inside.
“Hey, we’re here.” I yell and take my flip-flops off. Abel does the same and my sister, Amber, comes running to greet us. She doesn’t take a second to stop and notice Abel as she crashes into me and presses me into the door. Wrapping my arms around her, she smells like home, reminding me of when we were kids.
“Oh my God, Cara, I have missed the shit out of you. Why are you so fucking skinny?”
My mom yells out, “Watch your mouth, Amber. And Cara, make sure you both put clean socks on before you step on my floors.”
We both laugh and I say, “No shit, she’s still at it with the socks?”
Amber points to the basket with brand new, fresh, white cotton socks in it. I grab us each a pair and put them on as I say to my sister, “I miss you too, honey. I don’t know how you deal with her. However, on a better note, Amber, this is my boyfriend, Abel. Abel, this is my sister, Amber.”
He extends his hand to shake hers, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Cara has told me great things about you.”
She skips shaking his hand and hugs him, thankfully not with as much force as she did with me. “I’m so happy that you’re here. Cara has told me all about you and I couldn’t be happier for you two.”
I look to Abel and swear his face is a little red…is he blushing?
“Thanks, Amber.”
She smiles at us both, rocking back on her heels. “Should we go and see Mom?”
“After you, ladies.” Abel raises his arm to gesture that we lead him back to the kitchen. As we walk, my nerves are calmed by Abel’s hand pressed to the small of my back. The last time I brought a guy home, my mom purposefully spilled food on him so he had to leave dinner early. Let’s just say that was all the way back in high school. I don’t know why my mom has always been weird about me dating, but she has. Then when my dad passed, she really lost it. Before we round the corner, Abel says to me, “Take a breath, kitten. It’s going to be okay.”
I nod my head and say, “Hey, Mom,” looking at what once was a prim and proper woman. Standing before us is a woman I hardly recognize. She has aged and I can see that in her eyes. Her once-blonde hair is now mixed with strands of silver. It’s now long and shaggy and no longer cut in her signature bob.
“Cara, you made it. And right on time, might I add.”
Geez. Thanks, Mom, I kiss her on the cheek. “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Abel. Abel, this is my mother, Marla.”
He extends his hand to hers, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Savannah.”
“Marla will do. You don’t need to try and be proper with me.”
“Marla it is.”
“Alright, why don’t you all wash up before you head out back? Please make sure you use the Softsoap and this hand towel to dry off with.”
I roll my eyes at Abel as we abide to my mother’s crazy hand washing rules before heading to the back patio. Stepping outside it’s extremely hot, but this was my father’s favorite place to eat, so it doesn’t surprise me this is where she wants us to eat. As we all get settled, the sight of the backyard brings back so many memories. This is the house I grew up in. I remember him teaching me how to swim in this pool and how to ride my bike without training wheels on this very patio. Staring off, I get lost in the memories. I remember like it was yesterday…
Abel squeezes my thigh under the table, pulling me back into the moment. I look over to him with tears in my eyes and wipe them away. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, I am,” I say leaning over and planting a soft, tear-stained kiss on his cheek. I notice my mom looking at us and her expression is unreadable.
“Marla, the food looks amazing,” Abel says.
“That’s what Jack always said. Now don’t be shy; you all can dig in.”
I laugh a little. “Oh God, you don’t have to tell him twice.”
“I like a boy with an appetite,” my mom murmurs. I look over at her with a glare in my eyes. “So, tell us Abel -- what do you do for a living?” she asks.
“I’m a firefighter, ma’am.”
I roll my eyes at Abel. “What?” he asks.
“You don’t have to be modest here. Abel is the fire chief.”
“No shit,” Amber blurts out. “That’s awesome! Do you guys really live at the fire station and slide down poles?”
“Amber!” my mom snaps.
Abel chuckles, “Yeah, we live at the station a few days a week, and there are poles that we slide down when we get a call.”
“I need to come and visit your station,” Amber swoons.
“Any time,” Abel responds. “The fajitas are delicious, Marla.”
“They were one of Jack’s favorites.”
I remember my dad always begging my mom to cook them for dinner. Even though he said he would eat them every night if she would allow it, she said we weren’t going to eat them more than once a week. Looking at my mom, the pain is visible in her eyes as she drifts off to memories of him. She truly has not progressed in healing much at all. I mean, if she’s still making his favorite dish when she despised it, then that shows something about her.
“How did you two meet?” Amber asks.
Like she doesn’t know. I swallow my food and look at Abel. He catches onto my clue and starts talking. “I’m going to assume that Cara told you about Alexa and Vincent?” My mom nods her head as she tears a tortilla in half. “Vincent is my brother. Through the course of him and Alexa dating, I got to know Cara pretty well. Though I certainly had to work my butt off to convince her that we would be good together.”
“There’s nothing like determination to win a woman over,” my mom says. “Your dad was by far the most determined man I’ve ever met.” Tears gloss over her eyes as she excuses herself from the table.
“I didn’t mean to upset her,” Abel says.
“You didn’t. She’s actually being pretty normal,” Amber says.
“I don’t know what to think of her,” I say.
Amber finishes chewing her food and then responds, “Regardless of how she acts, she has been excited for you to come home. Cara, she is always going to be controlling and a little cuckoo. That’s something we’ll always have to live with. When she tells you to wash your hands or take your shoes off, just do it. I’ve learned it makes things easier.”
Nodding my head, I contemplate what my sister has said and put my napkin on my plate. I guess she’s right.
“Are you sure that you’re going to fit?” I ask, hot and ready. I’ve been waiting for this for too long. Finally tonight I can give this to Abel.
“Yes, baby, I’ll fit. Your body is ready for me. Look at how it reacts to my touch; it will do anything I want.” He has me lubed up and I’m scared -- what if this goes horribly wrong? Closing my eyes, I focus on my breathing and hope for the best. But instead of claiming my ass, he nudges my mouth and I open my eyes…
Abel is standing next to my bed kneeling with one leg on the mattress and his sweatpants pulled down a little. I was dreaming. “You’re supposed to be on the couch.”
Leaning down, he whispers, “I was, until I walked by your room after I used the bathroom and you were moaning like I was inside you.”
Covering my face with my hands, I shake my head. Abel removes my hands and sprawls out on top of me. “What were you moaning about, Cara?”
“I was dreaming that we were about to have anal sex, and instead of going for my ass you went for my mouth, and that’s what woke me up.”
Speaking softly into my neck he says, “Too bad I woke you up then.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Well, I don’t want to disobey your mom’s rules, so I better get back to bed.”
“No!” I say far too loudly.
“Why not?”
“I want you.”
“Tell me more,” he
whispers, kissing my skin.
“I want you to make us both come, slowly and silently.”
He moves to the side and takes the covers with him, exposing my body which is naked from the waist down. Not waiting a moment, he slides his hand over my sex and begins to rub in a parallel motion. He stops the sweet torture, removes his pants, grabs his cock, and presses himself against me.
“Will you lock the door first?” I ask, panting.
“I already did.” And with that he sinks into me. Fuck, he’s so good at this, awakening my body instantly. Once he is buried deep inside of me, he reaches under my shirt and grabs a handful of one of my breasts. I lift my shirt up so he can see and give the same attention to both of them. Rocking his hips in and out of me, he molds his mouth around one of the hardened buds and pinches the other.
Our movements are slow, and I love the fact that we’re taking our time together. Both of us have become so good at this. Thinking back to the animals we were the first time we had sex, there was no way we could have had sex and kept quiet.
Taking my hands, I enjoy his body, slowly stroking every muscle, loving how it feels as he moves in and out of me. With each of his thrusts, he gets deeper and stronger. I tighten my pussy and grip his ass. Christ, I’m about to come, but I don’t want to, not yet anyways. Looking up at him, I can’t hang on any longer, and I let go silently but violently.
This pushes Abel over the edge. He buries his face deep in my neck and lets go, grunting into my skin with each thrust.
My hands can’t stop loving his body and I don’t want them to. He doesn’t move and holds us in the same position, wrapping his hands under my pillow and staying put. I take this time and enjoy the connectedness that I feel. This is where I need and want to be. I couldn’t be any more content than I am right now.
Chapter 16
Nana
“Are you sure your grandma is going to like me?” Abel asks me nervously.
I stop putting on my mascara and look out to him as he is dressing in my room. “Yes, she is going to love you. Don’t be nervous, okay?”
He nods his head and pulls on a t-shirt. I look down at his jeans and I know that his outfit is not going to work. “You need to change,” I yell as I flip on the blow dryer.
He comes into the bathroom and unplugs it, interrupting my routine. Flipping my hair up, I smirk at him and he is glaring at me. “Why do I need to change?”
“Clearly, you haven’t checked the weather today, babe,” I say walking over to him and then pulling his t-shirt above his head. “It’s going to be a hundred and three degrees and the party will be outside for the most part. My Nana loves the sun; she can’t get enough of it. Plus, I was hoping we could sneak away for a hike later.”
“How does Nana feel about tattoos?”
“Baby, stop! Why are you so worried? You weren’t this worried when you met my mom.”
“I just know how close the two of you are and her opinion of me is important.”
I place my arms around his neck and look into his bright hazel eyes, smelling his sexy, clean scent. It’s indescribable and makes me go absolutely mad. “I’m happy that her opinion means so much to you, I really am. But there’s nothing she could say to sway the way I feel for you. I couldn’t imagine not being with you -- we have both come so far from the individuals we used to be, to now being an irrepressible twosome. I feel so lucky that we are on this journey together.”
His hands remove my towel and roam up my body. Reaching my face he holds both sides and stares at me, “There’s not a day that goes by where you don’t inspire me. You’ve made me this way; you make me want to be a better person. I can’t even remember who I was before I met you and quite frankly, I don’t want to.” Before I can respond he is kissing me and not being gentle. Reaching for his jeans I undo the button and search for the zipper. Once I have him in my hand, I get to work on the warm, silken skin of his shaft, stroking and tugging, imagining him deep inside of my wet core. He grabs my hips, lifting me onto the counter and setting me on the cool surface. Desire burns in his eyes as he looks at me. I’m naked and spread open for him, at his mercy to do what he pleases with.
He closes the bathroom door and clicks the lock. I watch him open me wide, wrapping his glorious mouth around my throbbing clit. Fuck, he’s amazing with his tongue. My body shudders and it takes everything I have to stay quiet while he moves his tongue. My back is pressed against the mirror, and he has me pinned, legs open and held in his control.
I’m so close to coming, and suddenly he slows almost to a stop. Kissing and flicking my clit with his tongue, he dips two fingers inside of me. His shoulders flex with the movements and we both watch as he penetrates me, slowly moving. My breathing is heavy, and my body is squirming beneath his hold.
Placing his lips to my throat, he speaks into my skin, “Does it feel good when I touch you here?” as he rubs my clit.
“Uh huh.”
“What about here?” he asks, moving his fingers to an unfamiliar spot low and deep inside of me.
Whatever he is doing sends me over, and I let go in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt. Gripping onto the counter, I hang on and let him take me to this place of pleasure. His hand is barely moving out of me and he is not touching my clit. He is only moving inside of me. I’m about to scream when I move my mouth to his shoulder to muffle my sounds. Once body starts to settle and stops convulsing, I lean back into the mirror. Abel’s eyes are shining and a sexy grin is plastered on his face.
“What was that?” I ask breathlessly.
“That was your G-spot, baby.”
“Holy hell, Abel that was…”
“Intense?”
“Yeah.”
“Just wait ‘til I am in your ass and get you off with your G-spot all at the same time.”
I smile and close my eyes. This man is a sex god. I’m completely exhausted from that orgasm, that is until he fills my pussy with his hot, rock hard dick. I look down and watch as he slowly moves in and out of me. “Fuck, Cara, your pussy is tight.”
Bracing my weight on my hands, I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Cara?” My sister knocks on the door and jiggles the door handle.
Abel and I freeze, looking at the door. “Yup, what’s up?” I yell.
“Are you done with my blow dryer yet?”
“Almost.” I say and reach for the plug, pushing it back in. It turns right back on and Abel starts to move.
I hear her say something through the door, but I can’t comprehend it. I wrap my arms around Abel’s neck and he holds me to him, walking us away from the door and over to one of the walls. The blow dryer is still buzzing in the sink and we get to moving again. He’s standing with my body pressed against the wall, pounding me. I hope my sounds are muffled, but I really don’t care. It feels so damn good. Abel is strong, and as I brace his forearms and lean back, every muscle within him tightens and flexes.
His mouth claims mine and takes control, aggressively parting my lips with his tongue and caressing every part of me. As we work together, I can’t help how complete I feel at this moment. He is perfect for me in every way and shows me every day. He is my future, my light, and my sanity. I wonder what the future will hold for us. Then Abel comes inside of me, filling me with his warmth, while making his sexy noises. Tears fill my eyes with gratitude and I hold my body to his. I want everything there is to have with this man and I’ll give him all of me in return.
He presses his soft lips behind my ear and sets me on my own two feet. “I think you just hit my G-spot, baby.”
I smile and blink the tears away. “Good.” I watch as he tucks himself back into his pants, turns the hair dryer off, and pulls his shirt on.
“Do you want me to return this to Amber?”
“Please,” I say and wrap my towel back around me.
Looking at the clock on my cell phone, I realize we are running late and I now have to rush. I rummage through my suitcase and pull out a half black a
nd half teal dress. I slide it on with a matching pair of teal heals and head back into the bathroom. My hair is a mess, so I twist it into a low bun and finish up my makeup. I hear Abel come back in and get changed. When I step out of the bathroom, his jaw drops.
“You’re wearing that?”
“Yup,” I say and spin around for him.
“Man, I feel totally underdressed,” he says, looking down at his black Hurley shorts with his red tank top and flip-flops.
“Stop, you look hot as hell. And just so you know, I’m not wearing any underwear. So if we can sneak away and find a wall, you can fuck me like you just did.”
“Damn, you’re really satisfying my dick this weekend.”
“Good,” I say and kiss him, “because you always satisfy me.”
We head downstairs to find my mom and Amber waiting for us in the sitting room.
“You can follow us there,” my mom says in a sharp tone. She turns to walk off and Abel speaks, surprisingly, she stops.
“I can drive us all,” Abel says. “My truck has a lot of room, and that way you ladies can all drink and I’ll be the responsible driver.
“Cara, he’s a keeper,” Amber says shooting up from the couch and heading towards the door.
I know Abel is trying to earn brownie points with my mom and I give him credit for it. She nods her head and we all head outside, Abel helping each of us climb into his monster of a truck. “Sorry the truck’s so tall,” he says.
“Don’t be sorry,” Amber says. “This thing is bad ass.”
Pulling away from the house, I program where we’re headed into the GPS. The ride is eerily quiet minus the voice of the navigation as she says, ‘Left turn ahead.’
Thankfully, it’s a quick drive, and Amber has helped by making some small talk asking about our life at home in Colorado.
Arriving at my aunt’s house for the party, I’m struck again by its beauty. The house is a long, sprawling ranch with a tile roof and walls of signature Arizona stucco, and surrounded by the typical rocks and cacti. My little cousin, Zane, runs out and greets us, slamming into my legs. It makes me a little wobbly because of the heels I’m wearing, and Abel steadies me as I look down at the six-year-old who is grinning at me with his missing front teeth. He is my Aunt Chanel’s youngest son and she is the youngest of my dad’s siblings. Zane removes himself from my legs and grabs my hand, dragging me inside the house.