Solid Stone: Revolving Door

by E. G. Patrick

  “How is your steak, honey?” I’m back to all sweetness now too.

  “It’s very good. They do great meat here.” We finish our meals and wine and pass on dessert. We drive home in no time and Adam is behind me as we go up the stairs to my apartment. It’s dark inside until I turn on the hall light. He follows me into the living room. “So what would you normally do at this time?” he asks.

  “Well to be honest, I’m normally home long before now and would have probably gone for a walk and then do work with the television on in the background. And you?”

  “I’d probably be crashing in a hotel room after a long day of thinking, strategizing, and meetings. When I lay in bed, I think of you, it’s your face I see before I go to sleep.”

  What a lovely thought. “You really do that? You make me feel so special.”

  “You are special Violet, I keep telling you that.”

  “You do and I love to hear it. It gives me hope about us.” His body stiffens because I don’t think he knows what to say; he can’t offer me the security that I want. My insecurity pops up again when I sense his unease. Hope is a powerful word, maybe too powerful even for Adam Stone. I shake away the feeling as it’s our last night together before he travels again. I smile instead. He appreciates this as he reaches for me and pulls me to him. His expert tongue finds my mouth and we kiss. All of the familiar sensations come over me. He places one hand on the back of my neck and holds my face very tight to his. I really just can’t get enough of this from him. He reaches down, puts one arm behind my knees, lifts me into his arms, and carries me to my bedroom.

  He gently lays me lengthwise on the bed and begins to undress in front of me. He knows I’m watching him as he slowly removes his tie and then undoes the buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest and muscular abs. I watch him remove his belt and let his pants and boxers fall to the floor. I am in awe of his tall and stunning body. I can feel the moisture in my lower regions begin to flow. He leans over me to undo my blouse and then slowly parts it, exposing my breasts in their bra. After removing my blouse, he slides the strap of my bra down my arm, past my elbow, and he starts to see my round breast exposing itself. He pulls my left breast out of its cup and rubs his thumb over my nipple, sending explosions of pleasure through me. I can see his erection jump to attention before me. He is pulling up my skirt not wanting the aggravation of removing it. He slides my skirt up higher and pulls my panties down and kisses the tops of my thighs. Moving around to the foot of the bed, he then straddles me on his knees before using one to push my legs apart. This handsome man of mine is now kneeling between my legs and then slowly leans down to kiss me. As he kisses my neck he enters my wet and willing vessel. He pushes himself deep inside me and moves quickly. His hips push into me causing the headboard of my bed to clang against the wall. The sound exhilarates our pleasure as he begins to move even faster. The weight of his body over me feels strong and controlled. “I could fuck you forever,” he whispers between two powerful thrusts. Hearing him say that arouses me more. I take hold of his hair and cry out.

  “Oh Adam I love what you do to me.” I meet his hips and my need to release is my priority now. The pressure of his large cock between my hips is powerful and passionate. He moves inside of me over and over again. I am so wanton when it comes to him. Doing everything I can, I hold off and wait for my prince and shortly thereafter I hear him moan loudly, which is more than I can take as I engulf him in my own orgasm. We lay still for a while, I remove the rest of my clothes and jump back in the bed and he pulls me tight to his body. With his arms wrapped around me, we both fall into a deep sleep.

  It’s Tuesday morning and Adam will not be staying over tonight. This thought puts a damper on the start of my day. It lightens slightly as I see Adam come out of my bedroom impeccably dressed in one of his dark gray designer suits with a white shirt and charcoal and silver tie. He could easily be on one of those men’s magazine covers. I stand up and walk over to him, I can’t resist. I wrap my arms around his neck and he puts his arms around my waist and we kiss. “I am so going to miss you Adam. I loved having you here.”

  “I liked being here. Thanks for having me. I’ll call you tonight when I get home from work. Sorry I have to run I have an early meeting this morning.” I look at the clock and it’s 7.

  “Okay, you can leave a few things here if you want?”

  “Okay, I’ll leave this suit here then.” He’s doing this to make me feel good and I’m glad he cares enough to do so.

  “Sure, whatever you want to leave you can.” I see him moving around the spare bedroom, putting everything neatly in the suit bag before he hangs it in the closet. He comes out not smiling. I wonder if he’s feeling like I am, unhappy about being apart for the next three days. I walk with him to the door and he kisses me long and hard. “I don’t want you forgetting about me,” he says.

  “That would be impossible. You occupy my thoughts morning, noon, and night. Truly, you are all I think about most of the time.” He squeezes me tightly before opening the apartment door to leave. I watch my darling man walk down the hall and turn at the top of the stairs to smile back at me. I am so in love with him. I decide I need to tell him soon; the secret is killing me.

  Chapter 22

  With the combination of being busy at work and a few errands for the cottage, the week flies by. Ann and Ted are picking me up at 4 on Friday afternoon from my place. I sent Adam a text to remind him I‘ll be on the road with them so he doesn’t wonder where I am or arrive tense at the cottage. I email him directions and a friendly reminder to bring wine. I want him to be as happy to see me on Saturday as I will be to see him.

  The weather forecast is hot and sunny. I am packing jean shorts, two T-shirts, a bikini, two towels and for evenings outside, my hoodie, yoga pants, leggings, and socks. I remember at the last minute to throw sunscreen and bug spray into my toiletry bag. In no time, my bag is packed and sitting at the door.

  There is a text message on my iPhone from Adam: Got the email with directions, etc., and yes, I will bring six bottles of wine. If you want more let me know. See you tomorrow. Adam.

  He sounds curt so I text back: Thank you. Six bottles is more than enough. You are a very generous man. I can’t wait to see you. Violet xoxo.

  His reply comes immediately: I look forward to showing you how GENEROUS I can be on Saturday night. Adam.

  I can’t wait to feel him inside of me. I can’t resist and text back: I very much look forward to RECEIVING your generosity. Warm, wet, and willing! Violet xoxxo. A hot tingle goes through me as I hope it does for Adam.

  His reply confirms it: I do promise not to disappoint and I do very much enjoy warm, wet, TIGHT, and willing. Just so you know for next time. Please stop now. I am going into another meeting and already have to adjust myself. Adam.

  I smile feeling glad I have that effect on him. I imagine him texting while on route to his next meeting. He is mine and I can’t wait to see him. My apartment buzzer brings me back to reality.

  “Hi, it’s Ann,” I hear through the intercom.

  “Hi there,” I reply.

  “Do you need help with your bags?” Ann asks.

  “Yes, please. I have my bag plus groceries.”

  “Okay let us in and we’ll be up in a minute.”

  I start putting the four bags outside my apartment door and can see Ann and Ted smiling at me as they walk towards my door. Ted picks up three of the grocery bags, leaving one bag for Ann and me with my overnight bag. I carefully lock the door behind me and follow them down the stairs to Ann’s car, a sporty Subaru. It’s a fun car and great for driving up to the cottage. She opens the hatch and we load my bags into the back of it. I jump in the back seat behind Ted and our drive begins. Our decision to leave early was a good one. There is lots of traffic as other cottage goers are on route too at this time of year. The drive is about two hours from the downtown core and we spend m
ost of it listening to music. I am fine with that, as we’ll have lots of time to catch up at the cottage. I think about Brad Pearce but then I quickly wish it away knowing the mere mention would get me in big trouble with Adam, maybe even finish us with his demands for privacy and discretion. I know Ann would keep it a secret but I can’t risk it. I see familiar scenery that tells me we’re close to the cottage. I ask Ann, “What time are the others expected?”

  “I think they are just an hour or so behind us. Sarah and Rachel are on their way and Steve and Derek said they would arrive no later than 7. I’m thinking we’ll eat dinner just after they get there if that’s okay with you.”

  “Yes, that’s totally okay. I had a big lunch so I’m fine.”

  We pull into the long driveway and begin to unpack the car. It’s been almost a year since I’ve been up here. Ann used to share stories of how much fun she and her cousins would have in the guest house without their parents. The place has a rustic feel but with modern amenities. I really like it here and feel grateful for being invited. Ann smiles at me as she takes me to the second largest bedroom, down the hall with no one on either side of us. “You and Adam are in this one. Sarah and Rachel will be in one of the bedrooms down the hall and Derek & Steve are taking two of the bedrooms in the guest house.” I hug her and she says, “I know Adam is used to nice surroundings and that you miss him badly. This room will give you the privacy you need, plus it has its own bathroom and shower like my room.”

  “This is more than perfect. Thanks so much.” I hug her again. She hugs me back and leaves me to unpack, and I open a window to let in some fresh air. I am excited about the weekend and having Adam meet some of my friends. I feel blessed in all things.

  Dinner is a simple combination of BBQ hot dogs and macaroni salad that Derek made. Just after 10 we find ourselves sitting as a group outside around the fire and finishing our drinks. Sarah yawns first which starts a chain reaction. It becomes clear this was a working day for all of us and we will have more stamina tomorrow. As we come to the realization we should sleep now and start over tomorrow, I pick up some of the cups and head back into the cottage. Ann and I tidy up the kitchen before going to bed ourselves. “Goodnight,” I say as I hug my friend once more.

  The room is quiet and cool, great for sleeping. I pull the sheets back on the bed to make sure there are no spiders in it. I learned to do this many years ago when I was a kid visiting a friend’s cottage. I found a spider in my bed but only after I felt it touch my leg. The shock had caused me to jump up and hit my head on the bunk above me. I can laugh about it now as I see the bed is spider free. I brush my teeth and wash my face before changing into my T-shirt and leggings for bed. Turning off the lamp I lie down and fall asleep excited that I will see Adam the next afternoon.

  It’s just beginning to get light outside when I wake up. I roll over telling myself to try and sleep for another hour. When I wake up the second time the room is filled with sunlight. The extra sleep was needed and I feel energized when I get out of bed to get dressed. I can hear voices and see that I am not the last one to wake, noticing that Sarah and Rachel are not present. The smell of coffee is welcoming. I join the others in the kitchen. “Good morning,” I say with a big smile. They all respond in kind with the same enthusiasm. I grab a large mug from the cupboard and pour myself some coffee and join them at the table. It’s going to be a glorious day, I can tell. It’s not long after that Sarah and Rachel join us and offer to make breakfast for everyone. While they cook, I put on another pot of coffee. Derek and Steve set the table while we insist our hosts sit down and relax.

  We eat a breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and coffee. I’m stuffed when I’m finished. Everyone pitches in to tidy up so we can get outside sooner. I watch Ann set off the dishwasher while I wipe down the table. When we’re finished I head back to my room to put on my bikini and a wrap. I take my phone with me in case Adam tries to reach me. I take a chance and phone him. It rings three times before I hear his deep sexy voice answer, sounding somewhat aggravated, “Hi, hang on a second; I’m just getting my bag into my car.” I can hear the car beeping and him shuffling around in the background.

  “Okay, I’m back,” he says and then continues, “My plane was delayed. Anyway, I am going to go home take a quick shower and then head up to you, okay?”

  “Yes, honey. You must be tired. And now you have to drive up here for another two hours.” I find myself feeling guilty that I didn’t wait to drive up with him now, but I don’t say anything for fear of starting another debate.

  “It’s not your fault. Let me go, Babe, so I get up there sooner than later. Let’s shoot for before 5 okay?”

  “Okay, that sounds good. See you soon. Bye, Adam.” I swoon at just hearing his voice and begin the countdown to when I can wrap my arms around him.

  I join the gang back in the main room. We are all doing different things and will come back together over lunch and then dinner tonight. I am going to sit on the dock and read. I slather sunscreen over myself and put on my pink baseball cap, pulling my hair into a ponytail through the hole at the back. I sit comfortably in the deck chair taking in the lake scenery every time I glance up from my book. All that’s missing is Adam sitting next to me. After a while I begin to feel hot. I undo my wrap and sit on the edge of the dock so I can slip into the water. It’s cool and refreshing as I swim on my back for a while and then decide to float around. I look up at the beautiful blue sky with fluffy white clouds. Some of the clouds look like animals or faces. I remember being a child lying on the grass in the park just making up stories with my mother about the clouds. One was an angel; another was an old man with a sheep. Those were special times.

  Feeling a bit hungry, I climb back up on the dock and dry myself. I am going to sit in the sun for a few minutes to help me dry off some more. I slather on more sunscreen and this time just lie back in the chair closing my eyes. I can hear Ann and Sarah speaking in the background as they get closer. I hear Ann say, “Hey Vee, what time’s Adam arriving?”

  I open my eyes and turn in the chair to face them. “His flight was late so he won’t be here until 4:30 or 5.”

  “Okay, just checking to make sure we didn’t need to send out a search party.” Her comment makes me look at my iPhone to check the time. It’s only 2:30. I follow my friends back to the cottage so we can eat the leftover hotdogs pan-fried and the rest of the macaroni salad. I keep looking at the clock and can’t wait for Adam to arrive.

  Still in my bikini and wrap I join my friends outside on the porch overlooking the lake with a beer in my hand. We reminisce about our university days and are all laughing when I see Adam’s BMW pull in. I smile at Ann, as she looks in the direction I am looking. She smiles back and says, “Well, go and get him then.” Before she even finishes her sentence I have started walking quickly down the porch stairs along the path towards Adam. He hasn’t seen me yet as his head is in the trunk of the car. He is wearing light gray khaki pants and a white linen shirt. He looks so sexy from behind. I start to run towards him and as he turns around I jump into his arms. My legs are curled around his hips as he lifts me up and begins to kiss me. At this moment in time it’s just the two of us, until we hear the howling and clapping coming from behind us. My encouraging and loud friends are watching us from the porch. Even Adam laughs as he gently puts me back on my feet.

  “Hi Babe,” he says as I melt. I can’t keep my hands off of him as I lean back in for another kiss. I missed him so much. I manage to compose myself as I help him.

  “You take my bag, Babe, it’s not heavy, and I’ll take the case of wine.” He presses the automatic close on the trunk and then turns to look me up and down. He smiles and says, “Lead the way.” When we reach the porch I make introductions. Adam is very sociable and I can tell they like him already. He follows me into the kitchen. “Can I put the wine here on the counter?” he asks.

  “Yes that’s perfect.” He follows me thr
ough the cottage to our room at the very back.

  Adam closes the door behind him as we enter the bedroom. He quickly looks around. “This is quite nice, and very private.” He wraps his arm around my waist and undoes my wrap which falls to the floor. He kisses me. “You look good in that bikini. It’s the first time I’ve seen you in a bathing suit. You look and feel so good, Babe. All I’ve been thinking about on the drive up here was wrapping my arms around you.” I melt as his words sink deep into my heart. I let out a moan of pure desire as he bears down his lips hard on top of mine. I can feel the juices boiling inside me. He pushes my bathing suit bottom to one side and inserts his finger and begins to move it slowly in circles. I am moaning again, leaning on him for support so I don’t collapse on the floor. He is controlling my body now and I wouldn’t want it any other way. After a few moments of pure bliss, he removes his finger and sucks it front of me, heightening my desire for him. This goes up another notch when he says, “You taste very good I will want more of that later.” He’s such a tease, I think as I watch him open the door and leave me alone in the room wanting so much more of him. I quickly change into my jeans. I am about to change out of my bikini top and decide to leave it on when I see my reflection in the mirror. I look quite sexy in jeans and a bare midriff. I brush out my hair and tie it into a high ponytail before I walk out. I think Adam will approve of this look. It’s now my turn to tease him.

  I walk back out to the kitchen and can see Adam talking to Derek with a beer in his hand. He is smiling and nodding his head paying attention to whatever they are talking about. I am so happy right now. Ann is in the kitchen wrapping the potatoes in tin foil to barbecue. I hug my friend as she says, “It’s so nice to see you so happy and with such a great guy. He’s making a great impression out there. He fits in like he’s been part of the group for ages.” I feel so proud of Adam. Who would have thought he could enjoy himself in such simple surroundings? Even I am pleasantly surprised. I thank my lucky stars that things are going so well. I help cut up some vegetables for a salad and then walk out onto the balcony with Ann in tow.