Sunday Love

by K. J. Lewis

  “Hey, little brother. How’s it hangin’?”

  “What do you want, Dean?”

  “I was just checking in. Wanted to see what time we were getting together tonight.”

  “We’re not. I told you I have plans tonight.”

  “I know. The girl,” he says like she’s an inconsequential person.

  “She’s not a girl,” I growl.

  “Since when are you into dudes?” he asks in a manner so serious, it’s hard to be frustrated with him.

  “I mean, dicknuts, that she’s not just some girl. Her name is Elise, and I’m in love with her.”

  “I’m just yanking your chain. Although, you can see why I would be confused, seeing as how you’ve never stayed with any one person long enough for me to learn their names. Except Amber. Please tell me you learned your lesson the first time around.”

  “Dean.” I shake my head and run my hand over my face.

  “What? That girl had fatal attraction written all over her.”

  “Was there a point to your call?”

  “Tonight. What time?”

  “I told you, I’m not going out tonight. I’m spending it with Elise.”

  “Which means you’ll be going out tonight. I talked to that hot little spitfire Gabby today, and she said they are meeting Elise for drinks tonight.”

  “I’ll call you back.” I disconnect the call before losing my cool.

  I watch the tiles in the tunnel scroll by like the stock ticker in Times Square. I must have closed my eyes, because before I know it, Coop is alerting me that we’ve arrived at the airport.

  I lean against the car as the plane taxis to a stop. Shawn opens the door once the stairs are in place then he and Elise exchange a hug before she starts her descent to meet me. I repress a growl at the thought of that fucker getting my hug the first time Elise and I flew together.

  Elise bounces down the stairs in jeans and a white fitted tee. Her hair is loose and untamed and has on a sharp pair of shades. She looks absolutely stunning, and I mentally kick myself for not bringing the limo, so I could fuck her half a dozen ways on the drive back to the city.

  She hits the last step and, without warning, propels herself to me, her legs wrapping around my waist without actually having ever touched the ground.

  “Hey, baby.” She greets me with a smile and a kiss that lets my cock know that rest time is over and Elise Time has begun.

  “Hey yourself.” I kiss her back, trying to play it cool. I don’t want everyone to know how much I have missed this girl over the last few weeks. She slides her sunglasses to the top of her head, her eyes locking on mine.

  “I want you to fuck me six ways sideways, backways and front ways.” She goads me by bouncing on my now very alert cock.

  “Car, Elise. Now.” I slap her on her ass before she puts one last kiss on my lips that has me wanting to beg for more.

  She slides over the seat, and I have her under me in one swift move before they even finish loading her bags in the car.

  “I missed you,” I tell her when I finally break for air.

  “I love you,” she says. Once Elise finally said it, she hasn’t stopped. A day doesn’t go by without her saying it several times. I never thought I would have an insatiable need to hear someone tell me they love me, but with Elise, I find that I crave it. She says it just right. There’s a certain inflection in my “I love you” versus the one she gives anyone else. It means something to me that this girl who draws people to her and freely gives them love, has a special love only for me. My dick plumps at the thought.

  “You’re in trouble.”

  “Me? What did I do?” She attempts to sit up, but I have her pinned underneath me, right where I want her.

  “Did you make plans to see everyone tonight?”

  “Possibly.” She bites back a smile.

  My fingers have deftly maneuvered the button and zipper of her jeans. I realize now she is wearing a body suit and not a fitted t-shirt. I slip the bottom to the side and my fingers easily slide into her wet pussy. I pull out and circle her clit before sliding back in. It turns me on that this girl, my girl, is always ready for me. She moans as I make another swipe to her clit.

  “It’s fortunate for you, Dove, that I am in a good mood today and will wait until after dinner to remind you what you appear to have forgotten since the last time we were together. I run this.”

  Her teeth mark her bottom lip as my fingers continue to work her towards an orgasm.

  Her face flushes and her moans are like a mating call to my dick. When I hear Coop close the trunk, I hit the button to raise the divider between us and the front seat.

  “Quiet, Dove. He can’t see you, but keep that up and he will be able to hear you.” I kiss her lips, a smile in my eyes. One thing my girl does not do well is being quiet. The driver’s door closes and we feel the car begin to move. My free hand comes up to pinch her nipple, and I’m rewarded with this delicious little movement her body does right before she climaxes. We’ve only been together physically for a week, but already I know every one of her cues. The thought of anyone ever knowing Elise this way sends a wave of possession through me that I have never felt for another. Just the thought is enough to piss me the fuck off, and I increase the pressure on her clit. Her orgasm pours over my fingers. She held back as much as she could, but she certainly wasn’t quiet.

  She closes her eyes, stealing breaths. My fingers are soaked and I can’t resist tasting her. In one move, I have her jeans pooled around her ankles. Her bodysuit has these handy little snaps that I am grateful for, and before she can protest, I have her bent in half, my mouth enveloping her sweet pussy. My tongue demands entrance inside her.

  “Fuck,” she moans as one hand grasps at the door for anchor. Her other hand grips my hair to the point of pain. This only has my dick dripping for her. My hands hold her thighs to her body, and I rock her back and forth as I continue my quest.

  “Again, Elise,” I demand.

  As the car accelerates, so does my tongue. My hand covers her mouth as I lick her from bottom to top, suctioning her clit before biting it, a move that once again sends her over the edge. Elise pulls me into her, her pussy riding my face. Her mouth wraps around my hand and she bites. I pull away and leave one bright-red handprint on her ass as retribution. I pull myself up her body, and she closes her legs, trying to apply pressure to ride out the effects of another orgasm. I pop her ass again, moving her legs back to her chest, and shove so deep inside of her I’m not sure where I end and she begins. It was all I could do not to come in my pants when she clamped down on my hand, but now, with her sex fastened hard around my cock, I have to sit immobile for a minute to gain my composure. This is fucking. Raw and insatiable. There will be a time for lovemaking later. Right now, I need to leave myself inside Elise. Remind her after these weeks apart who she belongs to and who is in charge.

  “Reid.” Her eyes are closed. I know she is battling to give me one more, but I know it’s in her. I know because I’ve written a manual to her body. I know what it can and can’t do. What it can and can’t give.

  “Give it to me, Elise.” My hand moves to stimulate her clit while I slam into her over and over. She cries out my name one last time as my body convulses and empties into her.

  “I’m not a silly straw,” she mumbles, calling attention to the fact that I still have her bent in half.

  “Sorry,” I chuckle and release her legs before snapping her bodysuit back together. She slides her jeans up. She is going to be walking around with my come dripping down her legs, and that is enough to remind my dick that there will be more later.

  Once she’s situated, she curls into my side and wraps her arms around my waist, her head resting on my shoulder. I’m struck at how this settles me as much as the sex did. Another reminder that I am in love.

  The city is moving by and we are only a few blocks from my place.

  “Whenever I’m in the city it always feels like home,” she reflects. �
��No matter how much I loved Chicago. New York will always be my home.”

  Exactly, I find myself thinking. I want this to be her home.

  “You live on Gramercy Park?” She sits up.

  “Yes. I bought and renovated a townhouse about five years ago.”

  Coop pulls us into the hidden garage in the back of the building. It’s disguised to look like two large carriage doors. As far as I know this is the only property on the park that has private parking.

  Coop opens Elise’s door and makes a display of removing his ear buds when she greets him. She blushes, and I appreciate Coop’s ability to be discreet.

  “I’ll bring your bags in, ma’am.”

  “Elise,” she corrects him. “And if it’s alright can we leave them here until tomorrow?” She motions to the trunk of the car. “I’m only staying one night here, then I will be going to my sister’s.” She reaches in to grab a leather duffle that Coop easily beats her to.

  “Of course,” he says and gives me a questioning look before opening the entrance to the lift that takes us to the top floor. I guide her into my bedroom, setting her duffle on the bench at the end of the bed.

  It’s a beautiful day and Gloria, my housekeeper, has the doors to the terrace open. The master suite is the only area on this level. The view overlooks the park below, which is accessible only by the residents of the building. There are exactly 368 keys to the park, all numbered and accounted for. I have three of them.

  “Reid, this place is beautiful.” She turns and gives me her best smile. This girl. She elicits so many unexpected feelings within me. Pride that she is so taken with her surroundings. That I was able to work for something that put that smile on her face feels like an accomplishment. I try to hold back my emotions a little so that she doesn’t see that I’m absolutely shit for giggles over her.

  “I’m so proud of you and your success to be able to make this kind of home for yourself.” She wraps her arms around me and kisses my lips.

  “I love you, Dove.” I say running my nose down hers. “Let me show you around.”

  We walk the length of the terrace before I show her the inside. The bed is in an alcove with skylights, making for a cozy and intimate space. Around the corner is a sitting room with a relaxed seating area with a TV and a fireplace and a floor-to-ceiling bookcase full of my favorite books. There are also iron-framed doors that provide access to the terrace. In the corner there is a hidden bar.

  We take the interior stairs and walk the remaining three floors. The bottom floor has stone stairs leading to the street. Cooper has the street level apartment.

  “So, what time are we meeting everyone?” I raise an eyebrow of discontent.

  “We’re meeting at 8:00.” She looks at her watch. “It’s 6:30 now. I think we are meeting at Bar 11 on 9th? That means we have what, almost an hour? Care to join me? She starts undressing on the way to the shower.

  We walk up to the rooftop area reserved for our party, and everyone descends on her. They act like they haven’t seen her for years. Hypocritical of me I know, given my reaction to her at the airport earlier today. I greet them before pulling Elise off to introduce her to some of my acquaintances.

  “Reid Beckett late?” Dean smirks with a raised eyebrow. My brother has been on the receiving end of my tirades regarding his tardiness more times than he can count. I couldn’t tell him about the escapades in the shower that left us running behind.

  Before Dean can get out his next jab at me, Elise has enveloped him in one of her signature hugs. The fucker has the nerve to act like he’s enjoying it.

  “Fuck the fuck off,” I tell Dean, pulling Elise back.

  “I have to say, I’m glad you exist. I was beginning to think my little brother had made you up. You sounded too good to be true.” He winks at her and she laughs.

  “Thank you,” she says to Gabby who’s just put a cocktail in her hands. She turns back to Dean. “Oh, I exist. From what I hear, you definitely do, too.”

  He actually blushes. Gabby coughs into her hand, but Elise never breaks eye contact with my brother.

  “Would you excuse us for a moment, ladies.” I pull Dean out of earshot of anyone.

  “You’re fucking Gabby? You know she is my employee now.”

  “You’re fucking your employee. I fail to see the difference.” He tilts back slightly on his heels.

  “We aren’t fucking. I’m in love with that girl, and she’s it for me. There won’t be a mess to clean up. When you’re done with Gabby, there will be a mess.”

  “And how would you know that little brother?” He leans forward, it’s obvious I’ve hit a nerve.

  “When hasn’t it ever been a mess?”

  We’re cut off by a group of guys we’ve grown up with. Dean and I exchange greetings. I can see Elise out of the corner of my eye talking to her team, and I notice they are all looking my direction. I excuse myself and walk their way. I overhear Elise telling them that we are seeing each other. Gabby and Blake look indifferent, as they already knew. Fran looks curious. Ryan is the only one who looks displeased, confirming what I have suspected all along— he’s got a thing for Elise. I’m not thrilled she felt the need to tell them without me.

  “Our table should be set in a few minutes,” I announce, having no idea if that is true or not but not really knowing what to say next. Elise smiles at me over her shoulder, wrapping her arm around my waist. I have grown to like this team, but this isn’t open for discussion. This is not a group relationship. This is me and Elise. It’s awkward for a beat until Blake breaks the silence with something work related, and the group moves on to talking about other things. I decide to see when our table really will be ready then make my way back over to Dean and some of our friends.

  “Speaking of messes, little brother…” Dean says forebodingly. The bar area has begun to get crowded, and I already wish I was in our private area away from the crowd.

  “Reid,” Amber says seductively, and before I can anticipate her moves, she’s plastered her body and her lips to me. I quickly move away, leaving a shocked Amber in my wake. I haven’t seen her for weeks, but it’s not uncommon for us to hookup.

  “Our table is ready,” Elise announces from Dean’s side. She raises an eyebrow in my direction, and I know she witnessed Amber’s tongue down my throat. Before I can stop her, she turns and walks to the area where her team is taking their seats.

  “Go ahead. I’ll deal with this.” Dean motions his head, and I take a seat next to Elise.

  “Elise—”

  “Look, Reid,” she interrupts me. “I don’t do bullshit. And I try not to do drama. Until you give me a reason otherwise, I trust you. I’m not oblivious to the fact you had a life before me.”

  I know her well enough to know she means what she says, even if she didn’t like what she saw.

  “She and I have always been casual. Usually just picking up where we left off. Sex only. I’ll make sure she knows.”

  “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

  I wait for more to come, and when it doesn’t, I’m not sure how I feel about it. On one hand, I find it refreshing Elise is not into all the drama that comes with so many of the women in our circle. On the other hand, I know the reason she is so easily able to detach herself from it comes from a lifetime of sucking it up and fixing whatever bothers her. I don’t want to see her do that with me. I want all of Elise, no matter what’s going on in her crazy head or how she processes something.

  We’re at a large table with booths on all four sides that each seat two. Ryan and Gabby are sharing. Fran and Dean are across from us, and Blake is in the booth to our right. When I glance up, they all look like they want to kick my ass. Elise notices and with a nod of her head, they all go back to their menus. Dean orders wine and some appetizers for the table. Elise takes my hand and relaxes against me, resting her head on my shoulder as everyone discusses what they are going to order.

  “Do you want me to order for you?” I ask, since she hasn’t pick
ed up her menu.

  She sits up. “Did you want to order for me?”

  The seriousness of the question throws me off. “No. You just were resting your head and not looking at your menu, so I wanted to make sure.” Settle your feathers. She sees a girl push her tongue down my throat, but she’s not off balance until I offer to order for her?

  “No, I’ve eaten here with my family before. I know what I want.”

  I hold back what I really want to say, glad to see an acquaintance walk up who is joining us for dinner. I stand to shake his hand and make the introductions.

  “I’d like you guys to meet West Connors. We’re going to be doing some work with him over the next few weeks.”

  “Southie?” Blake looks up from his menu a little stunned. “What the hell man.” He pulls West into a one-armed hug. “You guys, this is one of my childhood best friends. We haven’t see each other in what?”

  “Ten years,” West says coolly.

  “Here. Have a seat.” Blake shifts to the end of the booth next to Elise, making way for him.

  “This is so surreal.” Blake looks to Elise and their crew. He puts his hand on West’s shoulder and points to him. “This guy is the only reason I made it out of my hellhole of a childhood. I used to stay with his family all the time.”

  “Why don’t we order then you can tell us some stories about Blake,” Elise suggests catching the waiter’s eye.

  West seems a little off balance. We listen in on what Blake was like growing up while I observe the team. They really are interested to know. They care about each other, but I’m still not certain what to make of it. Elise excuses herself to go to the restroom, as Dean picks up the conversation. Several minutes go by and there’s a beep to Blake’s pager and his phone buzzes.

  “Where is she?” He’s terse. Hanging up the phone, he leans over to me. “Elise is to the left of the bar. I need you to go over there and ask her if she would like another glass of wine.”

  “What does—”

  “Now.” The tone in his voice has the hairs on my neck standing up. Immediately I stand and spot Elise right where Blake said she would be. She’s talking to Senator Blackwell. I button my suit coat as I weave between the standing tables. When I make my way to her, I slide my arm around Elise, planting a kiss to her temple.