by Ash Johnson
“Bunches?” he says.
“Yes, Bear?” I ask, smiling.
“Bear?” he questions, tilting his head back and smiling.
“Yeah, your new sappy pet name is sugar bear, so I’m just going to shorten it like you do and call you Bear. You okay with that?” I shift my head to the side and smirk, watching his smile light up his whole face.
“I’m more than okay with it. I love it. You get to give me a cute little pet name and it isn’t something that makes me look like an enormous pussy, so thank you for being thoughtful like that.” His fingers run up and down my cheek again, slowly and softly before he leans in and gently kisses me again.
“Ada, can I make love to you?” he murmurs with his lips still against mine, his brows are pulled together and there’s a strain in his voice as if he’s unsure of himself.
“I can’t think of anything I want more, Jay,” I say running my fingers through his hair and stopping at the back of his head to pull him down for another kiss. He brings his face down willingly, shyly smiling at me before our lips connect. At this moment I think I might just be in love with Jay.
Chapter 20
Jay
This is the first time I’ve ever asked a woman to make love with me. It’s always been fucking. I’ve never actually taken my time and savored a woman, getting to know her body while she gets to know mine. This is something that I want, no need, to have with Ada. I need to know everything about her because I plan on being with her for a long time.
When I first met her, I figured she’d just be a one night distraction like the others that I’ve been with, but there is something about Ada that just draws me in like nothing else. I crave her and I have to have her in my life. I can’t wait until we find out who is sending her these texts so that we can move past the uneasiness that falls over us at times and just be a normal couple.
I unsnap her bra, thanking God for whoever invented the front clasp bra, and slowly run my fingers to her thong and push one side down and Ada helps by pushing down the other side. After I slide two fingers inside of her for a few pumps to make sure she’s wet for me, I roll the condom on and look back down into Ada’s eyes; her unusual but absolutely beautiful eyes.
With one blue eye and one green eye looking into me and penetrating my soul, I lean down, softly kissing her as I slowly ease myself in. I hear her lightly moan and it makes my brain crazy, but I need to remember to take my time with Ada. She different than any other woman that I’ve ever known and she should be treated as such.
Our lips are molded together and moving at an achingly slow pace, tasting and memorizing each other. Ada’s legs are wrapped around my waist and her hands are slowly running through my hair as I leisurely thrust into her, rolling my hips each time I’m fully pushed inside her tight pussy.
We are each moaning and whimpering with each slow but purposeful movement and I can feel her thighs tightening around my sides as her inner walls start to tighten around my dick.
“Oh my God, Jay, you are amazing,” Ada whimpers, softly tugging on my hair as I roll my hips and groan.
“I’m almost there, I’m so close,” she says, pulling my face back down to hers and thrusting her tongue into my mouth, absorbing my groans of pleasure.
On the next thrust, I surge just a bit harder than before, and when I hear her gasp and see her eyes roll back, I know that I have found her g-spot. I thrust into her one more time, aiming for the same spot and I must hit it, because she squeezes all around me.
Feeling her tightening and the gorgeous face she makes when she comes sets me off. I come hard, filling the condom to the brim and groaning Ada’s name before I collapse on top of her, leaning on my elbows and trying my hardest not to crush her while we catch our breaths.
I graze a few tender kisses along Ada’s jaw, marveling in the sound of her humming and the small, but satisfied, smile on her face. I move to stand on shaky legs and throw on my work out shorts so that I can go clean up.
When I make my way back to the room, Ada is lying on her side, her elbow bent and her fist propping her head up. I smile at her beautiful face, turn off the light, and make my way to the bed, plopping down on my back next to her.
“That was amazing,” Ada says with a smile in her voice as she reaches out and runs her fingertips along my chest.
“You’re addictive, Ada. Where have you been hiding all my life?” I ask, curious as to why I just found her now.
“Obviously I haven’t been hiding; I’m only a few streets down from you. Maybe you should be paying attention to your surroundings while you drive instead of daydreaming,” she smirks, running her fingers up my ribs, lightly tickling me.
“Daydreaming? What do I have to daydream about?” I ask waiting for her sarcastic answer that I know is coming.
“Me, of course. You’ll be daydreaming of me for the rest of your life,” her answer is so certain, and she might just be right.
“I won’t have to daydream about you because you’ll be around for the rest of my life. If I ever start to daydream, I can just turn and look at your beautiful face and have the real thing.” After I finish saying it, I realize that I wish this is something I really get to do.
“Promise?” she whispers, her voice full of hope. With her head resting on my chest and her hand stretched across my waist, I start running my fingers through her soft hair and I hear her exhale. I kiss her on the forehead when she hoists her thigh up over mine.
“Yes baby, I promise. It would be awesome if I could have you with me forever.” I’m totally serious about this and it kind of scares me. Then I have an idea that scares me even more, but if I want Ada around it has to be done. “Do you have to work tomorrow?” I ask her.
“No, I work Tuesday through Friday from ten at night till ten in the morning,” she states.
“Okay, well do you have plans for tomorrow afternoon?”
“No, not that I can think of; why is there somewhere you have to be and you’re worried about leaving me alone?” I can hear the weariness in her voice.
“Yes and no, I’m supposed to have lunch with my dad tomorrow and was wondering if you would like to come with me and meet him, but I’m also a little bit worried about leaving you by yourself because of the texts you’ve been getting,” I answer her honestly.
I think back to the text she got earlier at the gym and I start to get pissed off again, but I have to force myself to calm down because getting mad won’t help us to find out who this person is. All we can do is wait.
“You want me to meet your dad?” she asks in disbelief.
“Yeah, I’d like for you to meet my dad. Is that okay? You really don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to,” I tell her, feeling like an asshole that has just pressured her into going with me.
“No, I’d like to meet him. That would be great,” she answers through a yawn and nuzzles into my chest. After a few minutes of silence I notice that Ada’s breathing has evened out. She must be asleep. I play with her hair for a few minutes because it feels so good between my fingers and try to think of different ways I can keep Ada safe and in my life.
She may just be the one keeps repeating through my mind. I hear the faint beep of a phone, signaling an incoming text right before I drift into a deep sleep.
***
I wake up the next morning to one blue eye and one green eye staring at me and a finger running up and down my chest. Ada is wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a pink tank top while I’m still lying naked in her bed.
“Good morning beautiful, did you sleep well?” I ask her, grogginess in my voice.
“I did, thank you. How about yourself? Sleep okay?” she asks, still smiling at me. I nod and turn onto my side so that I’m facing her and start running my fingers up her hip to her waist. After a few minutes I lift my head and look over Ada’s body to her alarm clock. It says that it’s already eleven o’clock in the morning.
“Have you been up for a while?” I ask her, wondering how I slept in s
o long.
“Yeah, for a little bit now. I got up and had some coffee with Elle and Blake before Elle left for work and did a little yard work before I got back in bed,” she says nonchalantly. She has a slight look of fear in her eyes, but I’m guessing it’s from the text messages and I don’t want to bring them up again and make her more nervous, so I let it go.
“What? You’ve been up that long and didn’t wake me?” I ask, smiling so that I don’t sound upset, but really feeling bad that she got up without me and also a little mad that she was sitting outside by herself with someone possibly watching her.
“You looked so cute while you were asleep that I didn’t want to wake you,” she shrugs.
“Okay, well since you didn’t wake me when you got up I don’t have enough time to taste that beautiful body of yours. We have to get ready to meet my dad for lunch in an hour,” I pout at her, but then run my hand through her short blonde hair and pull her face to mine so that I can kiss her perfect lips. It instantly rids me of the anxiousness I’ve been feeling about her text messages.
“I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up. I’ll be more considerate next time, okay?” she smiles against my lips.
“Thank you, bunches. Well, I’m going to have to walk over to my house and get a change of clothes to wear. Do you want to come with me?” I ask, hoping she says yes.
“Well, I would, but I have to get washed up since I was outside playing in the dirt. Why don’t you take my clown car over to your house and then just come back over when you have everything you need while I get clean,” she says as she starts getting off the bed.
“Well, I wanted to get clean with you, but that could take way too long and I don’t want you to meet my dad when he’s pissed that we’re late, so you lucked out this time,” I smile and start to climb out of bed, searching for some clothes to throw on.
“Lucked out? I’d say I got the raw end of that deal, but we have lots of time in the future to get clean together so I guess I’ll have to live with missing it this time. You run over to your house and I’m gonna jump in the tub really quick. Just come back over here and we’ll head out. Does that sound good?” she asks, looking so beautiful and hopeful that I want to skip this stupid lunch and bury myself into her right now, but I know my dad will freak, so I nod and start heading for the door.
Once Ada gives me her car keys and shows me how to put the top down so that I can fit my head into the tiny freaking car, I drive quickly to my house and take a two minute shower. I get dressed in black and gray plaid shorts and a gray t-shirt, get into Ada’s car and make my way back to her house less than ten minutes from when I left it.
“Ada?” I say as I close the front door and turn off the alarm, waiting to hear her voice from her room, but I hear mumbling from the bathroom instead. I know that Elle is at work, so it must be Ada.
I stop in front of the bathroom door and gently knock because I don’t want to scare her by just walking in, but she doesn’t acknowledge me, so I crack the door open and peek inside. What I see is so cute, I decide to walk in and sit on the closed toilet seat to watch her.
Ada is lying in the bath tub full of bubbles, the whole room smelling like flowers, with a bright yellow wash rag covering her eyes and her ear buds in her ears. She’s singing quietly and very off key to Styx ‘Renegade’. Her feet are tapping at the bottom of the tub and her head is bobbing while she makes the duck face during the guitar solos.
I lean forward and prop my chin up with my hand, elbow resting on my knee, and smile as I watch this hot woman adorably butcher a good song in the tub.
As soon as Styx ends, she smiles and a few seconds later starts rapping to Vanilla Ice’s ‘Ice, Ice Baby’. I chuckle but am very impressed that she knows every word to that song. I draw the line at the Taylor Swift song she starts singing and lean forward to remove the wash rag from her eyes.
I lift up one corner and smile as she freezes and slowly opens the eye that was uncovered. Her entire body breaks into a blush and she smiles sheepishly, but she’s still so damned cute that I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and ravaging her mouth.
A few seconds after our lips connect Ada lets out a sexy moan and sticks her tongue into my mouth. I start to respond, but realize that I’m getting way too turned on, so I break the kiss and touch my forehead to hers.
“You’re making me crazy, bunches. Hurry up and wash so that I’m not tempted to jump on top of you in that tub. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room,” I say planting a swift kiss on her mouth and adjusting myself as I walk out of the bathroom. I shake my head when I hear her giggle sweetly at my unease.
A few minutes later I hear her walk out of the bathroom and into her room, whistling some song I can’t place. Another five minutes pass before Ada walks out of her room dressed in a mint colored tank top and a gray and mint striped long skirt, which cover her gray flip flops. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a pony tail which shows off her long neck and her make-up is simple, showing off the natural beauty of her face.
“You ready to go, bear?” she asks sweetly.
“Yup. You ready for this? My dad can be a crotchety old bastard sometimes,” I slightly cringe, wondering if my father is going to embarrass me in front of Ada, or worse, be an asshole and berate me about my job in front of her.
“Of course I want to meet your dad. If he’s anything like you, we’ll get along just fine,” she smiles and starts walking out the front door.
Ada automatically gets into the passenger seat of her Fiat, silently telling me to drive her car. I smile and get into the driver’s seat, put the top down, and start driving to the restaurant where we’re supposed to meet my father.
Chapter 21
Ada
After twenty minutes of sitting in the passenger seat of my car and listening to Jay sing as loud as he can to the classic rock station playing on the radio, we arrive at the restaurant.
I didn’t want to tell Jay that I got another text message while he was at his house earlier because I know he would freak out, so I decide to play it cool and just laugh at his singing instead of breaking down and crying, which is what I want to do because I am pretty terrified.
When we get out of the car I can sense that Jay seems a bit nervous to have me meet his dad, so I decide to bring it up.
“I don’t have to meet your dad if you don’t want me to, you know.”
Jay lets out a loud huff of air. “No, I do want you to meet him, I’m just afraid he’s going to say something offensive or be an asshole and I don’t want you to have to be there for that,” Jay answers, linking our hands together as we walk through the restaurant doors. I tug on Jay’s hand to get his attention before we walk up to the hostess.
“Jay, I don’t care if he says something offensive. I’m a big girl and I can deal with it. If he’s an asshole then it’ll be like having lunch with half of the people I deal with at the hospital every day. Either way, I can handle it, so calm down, okay?”
He nods and we walk up to the hostess, telling her we’re here to meet someone. The teenage girl manning the hostess station tells us that Jay’s father is already sitting outside on the patio and leads us to him, but not before basically undressing Jay with her fuck-me look she’s giving him.
When she shifts her attention over to me, the death glare I’m sending her way makes her blush and walk a bit faster to get us to the table. I’m the only one who gets to look at him like that, bitch.
As soon as we walk outside I notice a very good looking older man with thinning dark brown hair which has light graying hairs above his ears. He has a decent build, looking like he works out but isn’t overly muscled, and has a very kind smile which he is proudly displaying as we walk toward him.
“Jayson, how are you son?” he says standing and wrapping his arms around Jay’s shoulders. He has a pair of rich brown eyes that match Jay’s and he’s tall, not reaching six foot six like Jay, but at least six feet tall. After a few pats to the back, his father releas
es him and Jay steps back smiling.
“Hey Pop, looking good. Dad, I’d like to introduce you to Ada Michaelson. Ada this is my dad, Dave Hunt.”
“Hello sir, it’s very nice to meet you,” I say, sticking my hand out and waiting for him to shake it. Dave looks down at my hand and cocks his head to the side. The next thing I know, he’s enveloped me in a hug, lifting me off the ground. After a tight squeeze, Dave sets me down and smiles widely at Jay before returning his gaze to me.
“It’s very nice to meet you too, Ada. I didn’t realize you were bringing anyone with you Jayson, this is such a surprise. Is Ada your-“, Dave stops his sentence and cocks his head to the side, waiting for Jay to answer him.
“Yes dad, Ada is my girlfriend.” Jay answers with a proud tone in his voice. I look up at him and raise one eyebrow at him to which he smiles widely. I smile back at him because as nervous as I was to be in a relationship after my divorce, it feels good to be able to call Jay my boyfriend.
He’s sweet and caring, the exact opposite of what you would expect from a man who beats people up for a living, and let’s not forget how freaking hot he is. I feel more for Jay in just over three weeks than I ever did in two years with Rob.
“Well Ada, it’s a pleasure to have you joining us for lunch today. Take a seat and please call me either Dave or Pop,” Dave says, flashing me a happy smile before continuing the conversation.
“Let’s get this out of the way now, then. Your eyes?” he says, probably knowing that I get asked about them all the time. I giggle and look down at the table before shifting my gaze back to Jay’s father.
“I have heterochromia iridium. I was born with two different colored eyes.” Dave nods and smiles at Jay before changing the conversation, which I’m thankful for.
“They’re beautiful. So Ada, what do you do for a living?”