by Zoe Reid
“There you are,” she said softly.
“Sorry, I guess I didn't realize how tired I was,” I said, putting the chair back into a sitting position.
“It's fine. Dinner's ready. Did you want to eat in here?”
“Nah, the kitchen's fine,” I said, standing and taking her hand.
“Good because I am not a fan of trying to eat while using trays,” she laughed.
We walked to the kitchen, hand in hand. “What's for dinner?”
“Nothing fancy. I was hungry and didn't want to make anything big. Chicken breasts with wild rice.”
“Damn, that's not fancy?” I asked in amazement.
She giggled. “Well, I like to impress with my cooking skills. I don't know that chicken breasts are the way to do that, but if you think it is, that works for me.”
As always, her food smelled amazing. We sat down and ate before she pulled out an air popper and declared she wanted some buttery popcorn to eat while we watched a movie.
“Did you want to go back in the theater room?” I asked.
She shrugged. “The living room is better. I like the couch,” she said in a sexy low voice.
Images of me bending her over the back of the couch a few hours ago popped into my head.
“I like the couch too. I like it better when you’re naked and draped over the couch,” I said, moving to stand behind her so I could push my erection against her ass.
“Go find a movie, and I'll bring in the popcorn.”
“Anything in particular you want to watch?” I asked her.
She shrugged. “I don't care, nothing too gory and violent preferably.”
“Got it. See you in a minute.”
I flipped through the list, found a Jason Statham movie I considered to be tame but not too girly. Leah didn't strike me as the chick flick kind of girl. She came in, crawled on the couch next to me and nestled in close. My arm went around her, and we settled in.
It felt right to have her in my arms, snuggled against my chest with her bare feet tucked under her. The movie started, and as I suspected, she was very into it.
“What are your—”
I stopped talking when she shushed me. I had only wanted to ask her about her plans for the day tomorrow.
“Excuse me?” I said, surprised she actually told me to be quiet.
Her hands, ice cold after holding her cold soda, slid under my shirt, sending shivers through my body.
“That wasn't nice.”
“Shhh, then. I'm watching this,” she playfully lectured.
I laughed but went quiet. I didn't want to interrupt the woman's movie. I sat there, listening to her breathe and felt the occasional flinch when Statham fought off a bad guy. It felt so good sitting with her, I didn't want to ever move. It almost felt like an actual relationship. Home on a Friday night, curled up with a woman, and watching a movie. I had girlfriends in the past, and that was a pretty common thing.
Leah was ten years older than I was. Did she see this as a two-week thing, and she would never talk to me again after I went back to school? I didn't like that idea at all. I liked being with her. I knew it was probably wrong, and it could never possibly work, but a guy could dream. The idea I had to walk away from her in a short time unsettled me. The first time I had seen her, I wanted her. The first time I had her, I assumed it would be a brief fling, and I was okay with that. But now, after being with her and still not getting enough of her, I wasn't sure how I could get up and walk away.
For now, I would enjoy the time I had with her. Blake would be back in a couple of days, and we wouldn't get to do this. We would have to go back to playing our parts. That was going to be tough after having the freedom to kiss her when I wanted and fuck her wherever I wanted.
I scooted my butt down on the couch and pulled her in tighter to settle her head on my chest. She was warm and soft. The lights were down low, and the couch was way too comfortable. Before I knew it, I felt myself drifting off to sleep with Leah cocooned in my arms.
Chapter 12
Leah
I was a little confused. I slowly orientated myself to where I had fallen asleep and realized the big hard body I was lying on belonged to Chase. I opened my eyes, bleary with sleep, and discovered we were in the living room. He was sprawled out beneath me with one foot on the floor, his other leg stretched out on the couch.
I was too comfortable. I didn't want to move a muscle. His slow, steady breathing and the rhythm of his heart beating under my head was soothing. I had imagined sleeping in my bed with him, but we never made it that far. Our sexcapades yesterday had exhausted us both. Maybe tonight. It would be our last night before Blake returned.
I smiled when I moved my body a little to the left, preparing to roll off him. His morning wood was poking me in the stomach. I wanted him to rest. I knew I had worn him out yesterday. Hell, he had nearly killed me. I didn't think it was possible to make up for a year of sex in a single day, but we almost did.
It had left me absolutely drained. I had been starving last night but exhaustion won out. All night, I had dreams about food. Sweet food. Cake, cookies, pie—I don't know why I was craving the sweet stuff, but I was.
I listened to him breathing a little longer before I very carefully extracted myself from his hold. I wanted to kiss him, but I knew the moment I did, he would wake up and that morning wood would get put to use. I wanted to surprise him with something first.
I was wearing nothing but my T-shirt, which felt naughty and daring. I loved it. I padded on bare feet to the kitchen and started grabbing what I needed to make Chase some fresh cookies. Who was I kidding? I wanted hot, fresh cookies and a big glass of ice cold milk. I wasn't going to do anything fancy. Simple, chocolate chip cookies.
I felt buoyant like I was floating as I mixed ingredients and dropped the first spoonfuls on the cookie sheet. I hadn't felt this carefree in over a year. It made me remember what life was like before my husband was killed. Even then, I didn’t think I was quite this free. I had the same worries any wife had. Not anymore.
After sliding the tray in the oven, I turned to load another tray and yelped when big hands came around me, lifting my shirt and exposing my bare butt.
“You scared me,” I said as he nuzzled his face into my neck.
I could feel his erection poking me through his underwear. I arched my back and pressed my butt against him before doing a slow rotation of my hips.
His hands moved under the too-big shirt, and he cupped my breasts before flipping me around to face him, pulling off my shirt in one swift movement. His large naked chest pressed into mine, his mouth coming down over my lips with ferocious intensity. He was backing me up until my ass hit the counter.
I felt his arm go out behind me, and in one fail swoop, anything that had been on the counter, including the fresh cookie sheet and the spatula, hit the ground. His hands moved to my waist, and he lifted me, depositing my naked ass on the cold granite counter.
He stepped between my legs, looked up at me with such passion, I couldn't stop myself from leaning my head down to kiss him. The kiss was long and deep. My hands roved over his broad shoulders before running over every muscle in his upper arms and then to that magnificent chest. He was built like a Greek god.
His hand moved between my legs, his fingers running over my pussy before he gently probed with one finger. He didn't need to worry about getting me ready. I had been in a state of arousal since the moment I laid eyes on him. He could bend me over anything at any time, and I would be wet and ready for him.
“You're wet, Leah,” he breathed. “Is that for me?”
“Yes,” I moaned as he began to slowly rub my clit.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.
I immediately did it and was rewarded with a second finger sliding in deep.
“I need you,” I murmured into his mouth. “Please, Chase. Fuck me. I'm aching with need. Fill me up.”
He growled low in his throat, his fingers picking up th
eir steady pace below before he suddenly moved his hands to my bare ass and yanked me to the edge of the counter. His height made our current position perfect for penetration. I looked down, watched him guide his cock to my pussy and almost had an orgasm. It was the most erotic image I had ever seen. His hand was wrapped around his cock, and he was slowly pushing into me. Seeing it and feeling it was intoxicating. His eyes were focused on the same area where our bodies joined.
He looked up at me. “You're beautiful.”
I moaned as he pushed further in. I wanted to keep watching, but I couldn't take the pleasure another second. My head fell back, my arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed all the way in. He didn't move for several long seconds. His mouth moved to my breasts, and he began to suck on my nipples before clamping down with his teeth.
I screamed out in pain that mingled with pleasure. He quickly kissed the nipple and gently suckled it before moving to the other nipple and repeating the process. The second bite sent me into a climax. My face buried into his neck as the sensations rocked over me. It was only then he began to move inside me. I felt his shoulders tense and knew he was close.
“Come inside me, Chase. I want to feel you,” I whispered close to his ear before running my tongue around the edge and then down his neck.
He shouted and jackhammered into my body. I held him tight while he rode out his orgasm before his face collapsed against my chest. I dropped my cheek to the top of his head and held him.
“What's that smell?” he mumbled against my bare chest.
“Oh no!” I yelled, pushing him out of the way and leaping off the counter. “My cookies are burning!”
I grabbed a hot pad and pulled my blackened cookies from the oven.
He laughed behind me. “Oops.”
I dropped the hot sheet onto the counter and frowned.
“I was really looking forward to some fresh cookies for breakfast.”
When I turned to look at him, he stopped laughing. I realized how ridiculous the scene must look. We were both standing there completely nude with burned cookies on one counter and a mess on the floor. I started laughing, and he quickly joined in.
We were both laughing until I heard the beep of the alarm being deactivated and the front door opening. Our eyes went wide, both of us panicked at the thought of Blake walking in on the situation.
“Mrs. Hall, it's Rosa,” a voice called out.
“Oh, shit. I forgot I told her she could come in today so she can have the week off to spend with her family,” I whispered.
“Who's Rosa?” Chase asked, tossing me my t-shirt before stepping into his underwear.
“Housekeeper.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, we'll go through the dining room and up the other staircase,” I instructed.
“You have another staircase?”
“Yes,” I said, grabbing a sponge from the sink and quickly wiping down the area my naked ass had just been on the counter.
Chase picked up the stuff off the floor and set it on the counter. We heard footsteps, and I grabbed his hand, racing toward the dining room and not stopping until we reached the stairs at the very end of the hall where the bedrooms were at.
I yanked open the door, and once inside the stairwell, we both started laughing like wild kids.
“That was invigorating,” he laughed as we climbed the stairs.
“Yeah, I totally forgot she was coming today. That certainly would have given her something to talk about,” I joked.
Chase pushed open the door, and we stood at the end of the long hall where his and Blake's rooms were.
“This house is huge. I seriously need a map if I’m going to properly sneak around,” he teased.
I laughed. “This is meant to be a secondary exit in case of fire. The wing on the other side, where the master suite is, has one as well.”
“Ohh, so, if I were in your room and needed to get back to my room without having to walk by Blake's door, I could go downstairs, cross the house and come up this set of stairs and sneak back into my room?” he said with a salacious grin.
I smiled. “Yes, you could. Good thinking.”
He nodded. “This is good information to have.”
I winked at him. “Very good.”
I left him at his room and headed to my own to shower and dress for the day. With Rosa in the house today, things would be very different than yesterday. I was a little disappointed, but it was probably for the best. Death by sex was not something I wanted on my death certificate. Especially sex with my stepson's best friend. That was not the legacy I wanted to leave behind.
Chapter 13
Chase
I felt a little guilty I had distracted Leah, and her cookies burned. The remaining cookie dough had been dropped on the floor. When I asked if I could help make more, she informed she had no more chips or brown sugar. It was decided a trip to the city for some cookie supplies was needed.
I was waiting in the foyer for her so we could go. She came downstairs, gorgeous as usual in a very comfortable-looking pair of jeans and a long black sweater with knee-high boots. She looked like any one of the women I saw every day on campus, but she did have a sense of maturity and dignity about her that attracted me to her.
“Hi, sexy,” I said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips.
“Hey yourself.”
She grabbed her keys off the table and tossed them to me. “You drive.”
“You sure?”
“Yep, I am going to kick back and relax. We'll use the nav system. I hate barking out directions,” she said with a smile. “Plus, I don't care if we get lost. We'll explore the city.”
I laughed. “You say that now, but if we end up in Mexico, you may have other opinions.”
“Nope. I don't mind getting lost with you at all.”
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized I wouldn't mind at all either. Now I knew why couples ran away together. Romeo and Juliet's story had new meaning for me. Although I wasn't contemplating taking my own life, I could understand the star-crossed lover thing. I really liked Leah and wanted to be in a real relationship with her, but there were too many hurdles. We were not meant to be like that.
I climbed into the driver's seat, adjusted it to fit my height and immediately fell in love with the rig.
“Damn, now I know why people buy these. This is very comfortable.”
She laughed. “Yes, it is, and it’s very good to have around here in the winter. You never know when it may snow.”
She punched the mall address into the GPS and told me to drive. I very carefully backed out and made my way out of the driveway before stopping to punch in the code at the gate. It felt as if I had been dropped into another life. One of those parallel universe things where you are you, but things turned out different. I kind of liked this universe.
We talked a little as we drove. I wanted to know more about her beyond what she liked in bed and the fact she cooked like a world-class chef.
“So, where did you learn to cook?” I asked her.
“I've always liked cooking, but Dennis hired me a chef to teach me. It was a wedding gift to me, but I think it was actually for him,” she laughed.
“I think you may be right. The lessons certainly paid off. How long were the two of you married?” I asked, hoping I wasn't going too far. It wasn't like I didn't know she was married before. The man had been Blake's father, and I knew a little about him but not about his relationship with Leah.
“Six years.”
“Oh.”
“Yep. Not very long. Contrary to the rumor mill, I didn't marry him for his money. I had my own. I did truly love him. I know Blake probably thought differently for a long time, but I hoped he saw we had something real.”
“You work as a tennis instructor?” I asked, knowing she did but not sure why she did.
She grinned. “I already know what's on your mind. Why does a wealthy woman work? Well, the answer is because I like it. I am not the kind of pers
on who likes to sit around basking in my wealth all day. I like having somewhere to go, and it keeps me in shape without me actually having to do the whole gym thing—except at home.”
“You are very in shape, and I am very appreciative of how hot your body is,” I said, reaching over to run a finger down her cheek.
“Thank you,” she said shyly.