Summer on Main Street

by Crista McHugh

  With that Emelina laughed. “Okay, then I won’t. I won’t stand in the way of yours.”

  “Hale, you’ve told me so very little about your son.”

  “And now you know why,” he said, taking a seat. “The thought of his being old enough to be my competition is setting off a migraine.”

  Genevra reached over and took his hand. “He’s darling,” she said, “but even he can’t hold a candle to you.”

  He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it. “And, Mother, now you know why I am in love with Mrs. DuVal.”

  Emelina clapped her hands and then toasted the two of them. “To young love. At any age.”

  “Here, here,” Hale said, clinking his glass to his mother’s and then to Genevra’s as Vance arrived with his own drink and set an artfully arranged cheese plate before them .

  ***

  Cocktails, dinner, dessert, scintillating conversation, and after dinner drinks––it all flew by in one happy blur for Hale. The hours sprinted past as he lived out one of his latest fantasies, that of entertaining Genevra in his home.

  Of course his mother and son loved her. How could they not? And she was as gracious and solicitous toward them as he could have possibly hoped. It all seemed so easy. So why hadn’t he insisted on this sooner? He would kick himself if he weren’t so damn happy.

  And now he was sitting at the side of the pool in his brand new swim trunks, waiting for the love of his life to make an appearance. God love his mother for giving them some time alone before it got too late. And bless the boy who ventured off after pulling him aside and assuring him he would not be back before two in the morning, just in case they wanted to use the pool.

  The pool.

  He hadn’t bothered to put a toe in his own pool in five years. And that thought snatched a little of his joy.

  Grateful to have his thoughts derailed, he turned his head as he heard the sliding door to the master suite open and watched an angel step from the light, into the night. Her pale pink bikini matched the polish on her fingers and toes. It was a color she wore often and it suited her. Feminine. Quiet. Beautiful in its simplicity. In an effort to tamp down his mounting lust at seeing all those feminine curves revealed, he made a mental note to research pink roses. He’d choose the shade that reminded him of her the most and have them delivered to her office regularly.

  He watched her approach shyly, combing stray wisps of hair behind her ears. Yet, as she drew closer, he noticed an eager little smile on those perfect pink lips. He lifted his hand and she took it, sitting beside him without hesitation, letting both her legs dangle in the pool next to his.

  Feeling young and giddy, he playfully bumped his shoulder against hers. “You ready to take the plunge?” he asked.

  She stared at the water, her brilliant smile reaching from ear to ear. “Anywhere,” she said. “Anything, Hale. With you, I’ll do anything. Tonight has been….” She bit her bottom lip and sucked in a mouthful of air, before saying, “Pure joy.”

  “I was thinking the same thing,” he said, touching her cheek with a fingertip and running it around the back of her ear.

  She turned her head and looked him up and down, still smiling, still biting her lip, swinging her legs back and forth in the water. He leaned in and kissed her then, putting an arm around her back. Slowly, gently, he eased them both into the water, his back first with her chest pinned to his. He pushed off the side with his feet, and they floated together sharing laughter and small kisses until he found purchase in a more shallow area. Sliding his arms over her silky-smooth skin brought on his hunger so once his tongue teased her mouth into opening, he tilted his head and dove in.

  She smelled of honeysuckle and tasted of wine. His blood heated from the center of his chest, traveling out to his arms first, then over his shoulders and down his back. It crept back around his ribcage, down his abdomen, and into his legs. The feel of her weightless in his arms, softened by the water, slippery and silky, was heightening his senses at the same time it was numbing his thought patterns. With her arms around his neck, his hands were free to loosen her top. The feel of her bare chest sliding against his own brought a shock of such intense pleasure that a vulgar word escaped out of his mouth without him having any cognitive ability to filter or stop it. His body was on autopilot, his hands moving with a will of their own to rid them of the little bit of clothing that dared to come between them.

  He held her to him with his left arm around her waist as his lips and tongue were busy staking claim to her mouth. But he let his right hand travel over the present he’d just unwrapped. Starting at the back of one knee, he felt his way up the tender skin of the back of her thigh. Then he moved up to the curve of her bottom, causing his tongue to plunge a little deeper and his other hand to grip a little tighter.

  He turned their bodies and floated toward the expansive underwater staircase. His right hand made its way up from the small of her back to the curve of her waist and then up to the silky smooth skin under her arm where his thumb could slide easily over her full breast, bottom to top. Her nipple stiffening at his touch, he eased his knee between her legs and supported the two of them with one foot grounded on the pool’s floor and the other higher and sturdier on a portion of the stairs.

  Her fingers wound themselves together at his nape, so when he released her lips there was enough space between them for his hands to come around and fully cup her lush breasts. He opened his eyes, taking in the sight of her perfect body, wavy and distorted under the crystal water and limited lighting.

  “Genevra, you are magnificent,” he whispered, watching his hands move over her breasts and then slide down her stomach and over her hips to her rear end. He kissed her again, turning with her in his arms and moving them up in the water so he now sat on one step. When the lower half of her body floated back to his, he guided her legs to the outside of his own and pulled her down on his lap.

  Her hands spread to his shoulders and her head rolled back just enough to cause him to lose whatever phantom control he thought he had. His mouth took that tender spot on the base of her neck hard, sucking in the delicate flesh at the same time he spread his legs, placed both hands on her hips, and guided her body none-too-gently onto his erection. It all happened so fast he hadn’t realized what he was doing, and once the deed was done, it felt too good to apologize or, God forbid, pull out.

  At the sound of Genevra’s gasp, he placed both arms around her, pulling her chest tight against his. He eased his mouth from her neck but remained buried to the hilt inside her beautiful body. One hand rose to the back of her head, and he cradled her to him, whispering in her ear.

  “You feel so damn good. All of you. I couldn’t help myself,” he said as he began rocking. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and considered that a good sign. “Genevra?” he pleaded.

  He felt her teeth sink into the tendon along the top of his shoulder.

  “So fucking right,” he said as his cock twitched and her muscles contracted around him in response.

  “Holy hell,” he seethed, trying to hold on to his control. But his body had waited too long to have its say and his baser reflexes took over, causing his hips to pump. His hands dropped to guide her hips in the effort.

  Her body became slick in no time, increasing the sensation and allowing him to pull out further before plunging back in. “Your body…. Th-he fit…” he stammered. His head bent to her shoulder as he increased the speed of his thrusts. “Perfect…” he grunted through gritted teeth. “Damn perfect,” he groaned before taking in air and then holding his breath as he delivered a final series of thrusts, releasing himself into the woman he loved.

  For all he knew, he’d passed out, because his awareness came back in the midst of kisses being placed all over his face. He smiled like a drunken sailor, then placed a hand on either side of her face so he could look into her eyes. “I will so make that up to you,” he swore, then released her as his arms collapsed back to the water. He allowed the kissing to g
o on for whatever reason she saw fit. He didn’t care. She wasn’t running away from him, thank God. He couldn’t even be embarrassed, he felt so good.

  ***

  Genevra relished the feel of him. And she indulged in the luxury of mapping out his body with her hands while he was depleted of energy, lounging with his arms bent up on the step behind him and his legs floating underneath her own. She could still feel him inside her, and when she squeezed those muscles his body jolted in response. She smiled. That may have been a wicked thing to do, but he deserved it. He’d jumped the gun on polite lovemaking the moment he’d stripped her naked in the family pool.

  Her body had pitched with excitement at the first dirty word that had slid from his lips. And when he bit her throat as he rammed himself deep inside? She was ecstatic he had lost himself, because now maybe, just maybe, she would be allowed to do the same.

  Eventually she drifted back, separating their bodies and floating away from him under the night sky. It was then she witnessed a series of falling stars. So caught off guard by the sight, she wondered for a moment if she were dreaming. It was all too terribly good to be true, after all. And now the sky itself had decided to celebrate the incredible changes in her life by putting on a show for her benefit while she just happened to be floating naked in a magnificent pool.

  A splash alerted her to the fact that she was not alone. She felt Hale’s hands pull her under and spin her to him. They came up sputtering, smiling at one another, treading water together as she pushed wet hair from her face.

  “Look up,” she said, pointing.

  Hale followed her lead and after a few moments announced, “Meteor shower. Come on.” He pulled her to the side of the pool where they climbed out and wrapped themselves in fluffy white towels. He took her hand and guided her to a full-length lounge chair where he sat first and then pulled her down in front of him. He eased her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. Together they stared up in wonder at the night sky.

  ***

  Brooks could kiss like nobody’s business.

  And thank God for it, because it helped the well of emotion dissipate and returned Lolly’s ability to speak. So she did. Right against his lips.

  “I don’t deserve you.”

  Her mouth was directly under his, giving him complete and total access. She spoke around the kissing, wanting him to know how she felt. “After all the trouble I gave you…you still brought me here…to this perfect place…on this perfect night.”

  “Lolly,” he said, levering his long body over hers and allowing intimacy where his weight settled against her. It felt good. His weight.

  He kissed his way to her chin and then slid rough-and-tumble kisses down her throat. “Lolly,” he said again, stopping the kissing and bringing his head up to look into her eyes. “It’s only perfect because you’re here,” he said, smoothing her hair back from her face. “Besides, sparring with you has been the best part of my week. Now look at the stars.” He waited until her eyes shifted from him to the heavens. “That’s good,” he kissed her neck again. “Tell me what you see.”

  Lolly opened her mouth to describe a double shooting star, but her breath caught as she felt Brooks' hands shift, settling at the sides of her breasts. “Touch me,” she whispered, so low she wasn’t sure he heard her. But she was rewarded regardless as his hands ran up and over her breasts while his teeth nipped at the arch of her shoulder.

  “What do you have under this dress?” he asked against her skin, his fingers molding themselves into her.

  “Very little,” she replied.

  And suddenly, everything stopped. The kissing, his fingers—his entire body froze and she thought she heard a very quiet ‘fucking A’ pressed into her shoulder. She bit her lip in an effort not to smile and then wiggled herself loose, scooting out from under him. She stood at the top of the blanket looking down on his prostrate body, his neck craned up so he could see her, his eyes searching. “Lolly.”

  She reached behind and unzipped the white eyelet, wiggling it down over her hips and allowing it to drop to the ground. It was dark, so she wasn’t sure how much she revealed, but she supposed it hardly mattered when he drew up his knees and crawled toward her. His hands slid over her bare feet before he leaned down and kissed her instep, sending rockets of desire straight to the only place covered by clothing.

  Brooks' talent for kissing went further than she could have anticipated. He took his time kissing her ankles while his hands slid around to her calves and stroked those muscles with his thumb and forefingers. They slid up to the backs of her knees and tickled the skin there while his mouth worked its way around her right knee and the inner slope of her thigh.

  All of a sudden, he clasped her around her knees with one arm and around her back with the other. She pitched forward, catching her hands on his shoulders as he swung around, placing her back on the patchwork quilt with her head pointing downhill.

  He kneeled over her, hands on her thighs, breathing heavily. He was as disheveled as she’d ever seen him. His shirt was pulled out of his pants and hanging crooked over one shoulder. His pants hung low and his belt and shoes were gone. She didn’t know where they were and couldn’t remember when he’d removed them. He stroked her right leg from her thigh all the way down to her ankle, a long, slow trail of his fingers over her skin. She choked back a response.

  “Lolly. I need to hear you,” he said. He dragged his hand up the inner part of her leg using the edge of his fingernails to tickle her as he went. She sucked in an audible breath, gasping when his hands reached the juncture of her thighs, stopping just short of what was now crying with need. “Better,” he said.

  He leaned over her belly and kissed the spot just above her panty line, moving his tongue in a circle. He stopped for several seconds, his lips hovering above her skin. She was scared he was going to stop whatever he’d been heading to do, so she said, “Brooks, that feels really, really good.”

  He seized up and took a deep breath. Then he brought both hands to her hips and slowly let his fingers get caught in the sides of her lacy underwear as he inched everything down her legs, past her knees and over her ankles and feet.

  “Lolly,” he said as he lifted her left ankle to his mouth. “Every part of you tastes so good,” he whispered as he kissed her ankle and the inside of her calf. “Your legs are so firm,” he said, kissing his way up the length of it. “Your skin so soft,” he said as his mouth reached her inner thigh. He draped the rest of her leg over his right shoulder.

  “Laura Leigh,” he growled, “I’m gonna put my mouth on you.” She reached down and grabbed at the arm he’d shoved under her bottom and squeezed it hard. “And remember, like you said, no one can hear you scream.”

  Lolly’s shoulders rocked off the ground. With his left hand splayed between her breasts, Brooks held her down and showed off his kissing technique in a place where it really counted. He didn’t have to use his hands; the position he’d put her in opened her up and allowed him access to all he could have wanted. Her pelvis rocked against his mouth and he took the time to praise her by saying, “That’s good. Show me what you like,” before swirling his tongue around the desperate bud at the very top.

  Lolly panted and rocked. He kissed like he was French kissing her mouth and she moaned, her hands grabbing onto the quilt. “Do you want more?” he asked as he pulled his right arm from under her. And although his mouth went back to work, his hand stalled, waiting for a response. But by this time she was lightheaded and almost on another planet.

  He asked her again in between intimate kisses. “Laura Leigh… do… you… want… me… to…?”

  “Yes,” she responded. “Yes, yes, ye—!” She gasped, her shoulders coming off of the ground as his finger slid inside. He held her down with his left hand, teased her with his right and used his mouth in such complete orchestration that her breath seized as she hit her climax. She tried to keep silent but Brooks growled against her, demanding she let him hear, so she ga
ve in and groaned long and hard, ending up limp and replete.

  She lay there panting and spent, expecting Brooks to disrobe, but instead he circled his arms around her legs and said, “You’re not done, baby. Not by a long shot.” Then he rolled them both, his back hitting the quilt. Lolly’s knees ended up on either side of his head, her arms shooting out to catch her upper body. When she realized how intimately she was positioned against his mouth, she tried to scramble off, but his grip tightened and held her in place.

  “What are you doing?” she yelped, appalled. His hands began moving her hips, rubbing her over his mouth. It felt like he wanted her to use him to…to…. “Brooks!” she cried, aghast at what he was making her do. Oh God.

  “Brooks,” she pleaded even as the sensations began twisting and pulling her body into following his lead. “Brooks,” she whispered, horrified that he’d made it too good, and she began…humping his face voluntarily. And when he added more it was like being taken from behind.

  “Ah, God,” she whimpered. “All right,” she panted, unable to stop herself from riding him. “I get it…it’s so…” she squeaked. “So….” She gulped in air, screwed up her face, and held her breath as the intensity mounted. Finally, on a burst of breath she cried, “I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” as her body began to buck and writhe. She shattered way harder and way further than the first time. Every muscle in her lean, taut body strained against his mouth and into the orgasm, so that when she came down, she came down hard, rolling off Brooks and onto her back. Flat out. Done.

  Brooks lay beside her, his own breathing off-kilter and erratic. But he didn’t wait long to clean himself up and gather her in his arms, tucking her head against his shoulder and putting his chin on top of it.

  “I am not speaking to you,” she said.

  She felt him grin and it pissed her off.

  “You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing, you know that?”