by DD Sparxx
Then the songs that were playing as we drove. Hmmm. So many memories. We used to love 80’s big-hair bands. Our song had always been Firehouse’s “Love of a Lifetime”. Until I ran that is. I haven’t been able to listen to it since. Every time it would come on the radio I changed the station.
Every. Time. No exceptions.
It brought back good memories, though, thinking about it now. All the times we’d put in the CD and dance around the living room. The way he’d twirl and dip me.
The passenger door opening brought me back to the present. The food smelled so good that my stomach grumbled audibly again.
“Someone’s apparently not only horny, but extremely hungry as well I see.” Ford cocked his head, looking at my stomach in acknowledgment.
“I guess so. Hungrier than I thought. That smells so good.” I gestured to the bag between his feet.
“Let’s go gorge on some Thai food.”
I pulled back into the garage and we went in the house. Ford opened the door as we went.
“Thank you, kind sir.” I nodded in appreciation with an exaggerated bow.
“Don’t kid yourself. I just wanted to watch your cute ass precede me into the house.”
I laughed as I went to the cupboards to pull out what we’d need to eat. “Chopsticks or silverware?” I turned to ask as he slipped off his shoes.
“Silverware. I still haven’t mastered chopsticks. Plus, the curry is going to be too liquidy to eat with chopsticks.”
“Ok.” I pulled out plates and silverware, grabbed some napkins and set them all on the island. “Next question. Dining room table, island, or couch?”
“Which do you prefer?”
We used to always sit on the couch and eat, but maybe that wasn’t his thing anymore. “I prefer the couch, but if it’s not comfortable for you, we can sit wherever you like.”
“Couch it is.”
“Ok, you can set everything up on the island and I’ll get our drinks.” I motioned to where I had set all of our dinnerware as I walked to the fridge. “What’ll it be?”
“What are my options?”
I opened my fridge and leaned forward, wriggling my ass in the process. “Let’s see I have bottled water, iced tea, pop, wine…” I stood back up as I felt him approach.
His fingers tilting my head to the side so he could look over my shoulder. My head tipped back against his chest and to the side of its own accord. His hand trailed back down across my throat. Continuing on to slide between my breasts, down below my bellybutton.
I held my breath in anticipation, but my eyes abruptly flew open when I heard the rumble of a chuckle pass up through his chest and his hand leave my body. I watched as he grabbed a bottled water from in front of me. He kissed my temple with a smirk on his lips and he retreated innocently back to the island.
I’d make sure he got paid back later for all of his teasing. I grabbed a water and turned around making my way back to the island, smiling sweetly up at him.
We filled our plates and wandered into the living room.
“Do you want a folding tray to eat off of?”
“Nah, it’s all good. “
I tossed coasters onto the table for our waters and sat crossed legged in the corner of the couch, setting a throw pillow on my lap to use in place of a tray. Ford sat and held his plate one handed. He proceeded to shovel the food into his mouth. “Mmm…”
I watched for a few seconds and then started eating my own. We ate in silence, the only exception being the occasional sigh or moan from the taste. Once I was done, I set my plate on the coffee table and leaned back again, stretching my arms over my head, arching my back and groaning.
“That was so good.” I could see Ford watching from the corner of my eye and made sure that a nipple just happened to slip loose. “Whoops.” I casually readjusted his shirt over me.
“What do you think? Still as good as you remember?” I glanced over at him with an angelic look on my face.
“Better,” he uttered huskily.
37
Ford
The food was good, but my view was better. She was better. Better than even my memories. Sometimes you build something or someone up so much in your own head that you aren’t exactly sure if things really were the way you remember them being. In this case, my memories were amazing, but the reality was extraordinary.
For instance, I couldn’t tell you how many nipples I had seen in my life. Too many to count. But seeing her nipple just now had such a strong effect on me. I wanted to roll it between my fingers. Swirl it beneath my tongue. Suck on it until she cried out.
I couldn’t explain it.
“Still hungry?” her voice purred with innuendo.
My eyes snapped back up to her face, knowing I was caught staring. She was giving me her best doe-eyed expression. The little minx was toying with me. Two could play her game.
“Nah, I think I’m all good for now.”
Her face fell and her bottom lip jutted out in an adorable pout. “Your loss.” She tossed back at me as she folded her arms over her chest.
“So…” she leaned back into the couch and uncrossed her legs, her feet resting once again on the coffee table.
“So?” I countered. Her right hand kept moving from where she had it crossed to her mouth and back down to her elbow, over and over, fidgeting. Once again, I could see dark clouds and nerves creeping into her eyes.
“Uh, what have you been up to the last several years?”
Now I understood the nerves. This was going to be our little coming to Jesus meeting. To be honest, I didn’t really know if it was going to be little. I wanted a future with her. Was it necessary to dig up the past just yet?
“Is this a conversation you really want to have now?” I was willing to give her a temporary respite if it would make things easier on her. I had already decided I was going to forgive whatever had happened if we could have a future together. Granted, I did still want to know what happened, but I wanted her to trust me. I wanted her to feel safe and secure when she told me.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to talk about everything that’s happened. But I would like to know what’s happened in general since we’ve been apart.”
“Ok.” I filled her in on flying with the military and some of the amazing places I got to see while serving our great country. I shared about flying over combat zones in the Middle East and some of my other deployments. Her eyes filled with tears when I shared about the mission we had to South America, in a village that was so impoverished that there were children relieving themselves on the side of the road in a small village. And she laughed to the point of tears when I told her about the time my coworker carved penises into the blackout paint that covered the windows of my trailer while I was in Qatar. When the sun came up I was left with light coming through in the outline of a giant penis and a bunch of smaller ones.
“That’s funny!” she exclaimed. Her body language had completely relaxed now and she was leaning forward listening with unabashed fascination. “So, when did you finally make the decision to switch to the airlines?”
“Well, if you recall, that was always my end goal. A little over 3 years ago, I had finally accumulated enough hours to apply. Jax was relentlessly harassing me about it. You know he was with the airlines long before I was, so that’s all he’s ever known when it comes to flying. He moved up through the seniority list to become a captain fairly quickly by airline standards.”
I paused to sip my water before continuing. “Anyway, to decide who gets moved to the top of the hiring list, Easy Rider automatically looks for pilots who already have a special certification called a type rating. It’s basically a course that you take and pay for sole and separate from any other training that certifies you to fly a specific type of aircraft. In my case, a Boeing 737. You don’t have to take the course, but it is to your benefit to take it to get hired faster.”
“So, I’m guessing you took the course,” she smirked at me as she cocked her
head and raised her right eyebrow quizzically.
“C’mon you know me, of course, I took it,” I laughed. “I had an interview about 3 months after I applied and was hired shortly after. It’s been just over two years now.”
“Do you still love it?”
“Hmmm… Love it? I like it,” I answered thoughtfully. “With my military travel, there was more freedom to see the world. More down time when you were in another country to explore and unwind. With Easy Rider, it’s definitely a job. You have a choice to either work a.m. or p.m. shifts. I, personally, prefer the p.m.’s.”
I shrugged then continued, “My day basically breaks down like this. I get up and hit the gym. I shower then go to work. Fly however many legs I’m scheduled to fly and then I’m usually so mentally exhausted by the time I land that I only have enough energy to eat and go to bed. I fit eating other meals into the day whenever I can. Now, granted that is if it’s a long day. Some days have shorter legs. There’s a thing called trip trading and that allows for a lot of variation. I try to pick and choose my schedule based on shortest time spent in the air for the most pay. And I try to stay mostly on the west coast. It’s confusing at first, but once you get used to it trading trips around is a piece of cake.”
“Sounds like you can pretty much customize your schedule to what best suits your needs.”
“I can. Within reason anyway. I still have to fly so many trips per month but overall it was a great career move. Bonus being I get to fly with Jax once in a blue moon. Plus, I still fly for the military on occasion. I have to stay current with them as well. I have six more years until I can retire with them.” I shifted my body towards her a little more. “So enough about me. Tell me about you. Real estate, huh?”
38
Ella
“Um, yeah.”
Where exactly should I start? Ford waited patiently while I took a few seconds to gather my thoughts.
“Well, as you know I’ve always been good with people and with sales. The retail job I was working was great, but the pay not so much. So, about five years ago, I did some brainstorming to see what careers I could do that would capitalize on my sales ability and bring in a hefty paycheck. Real estate seemed like the perfect fit. I took the three-week course and then studied my ass off for the test.”
I paused and shook my head at the memory. “It’s ridiculous the things you have to memorize for that test. Literally things you will never, ever use once you are licensed. Not ever again. That test sucked. Big time. But I passed and that was all that mattered to me at the end of the day. I signed on with a smaller brokerage to learn the ropes and I am still with them today. I started out on a more experienced Realtors’ team, but I have my own great team of people beneath me now. And I truly love what I do. The majority of my current clients are referrals from other people I have worked with in the past.”
Ford was listening intently and nodded for me to continue. I was nervous. I guess I kind of wanted his approval on what I’ve done with since we’d been apart.
“I was able to purchase this house about four years ago. It was a little bit of a fixer-upper when I bought it. I painted it and swapped out the flooring, remodeled the master bathroom and the kitchen all before I even moved in. Then I added in the gas fireplaces. I knew I didn’t want to live in a construction zone. Now that it’s done though I love it. It’s perfect.”
“You did do a great job with it. I looked around earlier while you were digging up a shirt for me to wear. It’s truly beautiful.”
I felt my cheeks heat slightly under his praise. “Thanks. That means a lot. I was extremely particular about exactly what I wanted and where I wanted it.”
“You? No way.” I could hear the teasing in his voice.
“Ok. You can say it. I’m like anal to the n-th degree. I completely own it as fact now. But it has served me well.”
“Do you remember how angry you would get when I squeezed the toothpaste from the middle of the tube? Or when, God forbid, I hung the toilet paper,” he gestured with air quotes, “‘the wrong way’ on the holder?”
“Those are both very serious grievances that I still hold near and dear to my heart to this day. And the original toilet paper patent even shows the correct direction is the paper coming down from over the top of the roll.” I nodded back with my most serious expression. Then I cracked up. “And you used to always do them wrong just to spite me. And the dishwasher! It didn’t matter how many times I told you to only put the plastic on the top rack. Inevitably you would always put it on the bottom. I think you did that one just to get out of being asked to do the dishes.”
“Maybe…” he said thoughtfully, “or I just liked when you got all spun up. That feistiness of yours made you so doggone adorable. AND we always did have amazing makeup sex.”
“Correction, we always had amazing sex period. I wouldn’t limit that description solely to makeup sex.”
“You might be right about that. I’m not so sure I remember it all that well. I might need my memory refreshed.” He got that devilish look in his eyes again.
“I just might be able to setup that refresher course for you.” I leaned forward slightly, luring him in.
“I think that might be a good idea.” He leaned in towards me, his eyes drifting closed.
I quickly jumped up and grabbed the plates off the coffee table.
“Hey…” He trailed off in disappointment.
“Huh?” I glanced over my shoulder as I made it to the entryway of the kitchen just in time to see him vaulting over the back of the couch.
I hurried to get the plates in the sink. As soon as I set them down he was breaching the entrance of the kitchen. He paused there, looking at me with a completely cocky look on his handsome features. His eyes stripping me bare and making my core clench in anticipation.
“Can I help you?” I asked candidly, batting my lashes and tilting my head to the side.
“I’d like to sign up for that refresher course you just mentioned.” He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head smiling at me as he said it.
My eyes took in his perfect form. They trailed across his broad, muscled shoulders and pecs, lingering on his tattoo briefly, then continued down his abs to that perfect V at his hips.
I felt my tongue slip out as I licked my lips. My heart was hammering and I was instantly wet again.
“Ok,” I forced my eyes back up to his face, “but there’s a catch.”
“And what might that be?” His chest rose as he held his breath waiting for my answer.
“You have to catch me first.” I winked at him and took off running around the far side of my large island.
“Game on.”
He prowled towards the far side of the island. His eyes tracked my movements like a hunter stalking his prey. He was waiting for me to make the first move. I faked right and then ran to the left. I pulled his shirt from my shoulders as I went and playfully threw it at him. It hit him in the face and fell to the floor as I passed inches away from his outstretched hand.
I had just hurdled the edge of the couch and was standing behind the coffee table as he flew into the living room. I spun not sure where to go next. If I went down the hall it was a dead end. I glanced at the patio door. My backyard was completely private so I knew no one would see us back there.
Ford must’ve caught my glance because as soon as I moved he was there. His arms encircled me from behind and my feet left the floor as he pulled my back against his hard chest.
I giggled in his arms. “You caught me.”
“Princess, I was born to catch you.” His grip loosened as he spun me in his arms and my toes touched the floor. “I have an idea,” he whispered against my lips, “instead of a refresher how ‘bout if we just start making new memories?” His hands cupped my ass as his mouth brushed gently back and forth over my own.
“I’d like that,” I whispered drawing him fully into the kiss. My fingers mindlessly made their way into his hair. On tiptoes, I bac
ked him up to the couch. I felt his body jolt to a stop upon hitting the arm of it and released his hair to work the button on his jeans. He struggled to pull them and his briefs off. Once they were down I used his unbalanced state to shove him backwards. Breaking the kiss, he toppled over onto the couch and scooted up to the other side. I yanked his jeans and briefs off the rest of the way.
I climbed over the arm of the couch and on top of him. I started at his feet and made my way to his mouth, kissing him and dragging my nipples up over his hard body as I went.
His hands slid to my jaw once I got there and tipped my face up so that my eyes were held in his lust-filled gaze, his thumbs gently stroked my cheeks.
“Ella…”
I kissed him before he could say anything more. I didn’t have enough words to express what exactly I was feeling, but I knew I could show him. I took my time, deliberately kissing him softly. His hands slipped down my body and landed on my lace-clad ass.
“Hmmm…” he murmured as he kneaded my ass in his palms.
“Hhhh…” I sighed against his mouth and his tongue slipped out and brushed against my lips. My own tongue followed suit and soon we were devouring each other.
Ford sat up and took me with him and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He spun so his feet were planted firmly on the floor. His hands pulled my wet core even firmer against his throbbing cock. Standing up, his hands braced under my bottom, he carried me like I weighed nothing and started down the hallway to my bedroom, never once breaking our kiss.
Once there, he turned around so his back was to the bed and sat down taking me with him. I unlatched my legs and straddled his waist as he laid down. I trailed kisses over his prickly jaw and down his throat. I kissed his tattoo and gently tugged his nipple with my teeth then soothed it with my tongue. I repeated the action on the other side spurred on by his soft moans.