by Mary Peart
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Jack said gleefully, putting aside the tile he had just taken up and going to the sink to wash the dust off his hands.
Michael did the same and Elise realized that if she continued working she would look churlish.
“Okay, I guess it’s time for a break.” She said forcing a smile.
Mitsui ate with them and asked the questions about the work being done. She also told them about the book they had been discussing. She stood up and wandered around the kitchen, her sharp eyes taking in the pattern of the tiles. “You do excellent work,” she told them, the remark encompassing all three of them. “I am glad you were recommended to me. Although my son does not use the kitchen, he is going to love it.”
“Will he be coming home shortly?” Elise asked casually.
“Oh no dear, he went away this morning for a few days. A sudden business trip.”
Elise felt the relief coursing through her! Good, now at least she could really get the work done without wondering if he was coming home!
*****
She took her mother and her son out for pizza that evening to celebrate him getting all the words right that he had been asked to spell . The pizza place was jammed pack at that time of evening with parents and children having their meal.
She ordered a large pepperoni with extra cheese and mushrooms and Daniel dug into it eagerly. “Toni Ann got all her words right too, mommy,” he told his mother as he took a huge bite of his pizza. “Do you think her mommy is taking her out for pizza?”
“Or maybe she is at home cooking her a nice meal,” she teased him, ruffling his curls.
“That’s boring,” he said making a face. “Grandma, why aren’t you eating?”
Leslie had been toying with her slice of pizza and to Daniel that was a mortal sin.
“I am not feeling too well darling. I think I might have acid reflux.” Leslie told him gently.
“What’s that?” he asked with a frown.
“Something I ate does not agree with my stomach.” She explained.
“You want us to leave mom?” Elise asked her in concern.
“Of course not! And spoil Daniel’s celebration meal? I will just ask them for a spot of tea to settle my stomach and I will be fine.”
They left the pizza place and walked around the brightly lit mall, slowly looking in at the stores that were still opened. It was almost Thanksgiving and all the stores screamed the words: ‘Sale!’ on the doors. It reminded Elise that she had to get some new winter gear for her son; he had outgrown the ones he had. He skipped along between the two women happily, and at one point dragged them inside a toy store.
“Can I have that train mommy, please?” he begged pointing to a large red and blue train surrounded by several smaller ones. People were milling around with their children, some looking at the merchandise and some purchasing.
“Don’t you have enough toys?” she asked him exasperatedly.
“No,” he answered promptly dragging her over to the display. A sales person materialized immediately with a smile on her very young face.
“See something you like?” she asked the little boy, sensibly not addressing the adults.
“Yes that train!” he told her excitedly, glad to have someone on his side. “Does it cost a lot of money?” he asked frowning. “I don’t want my mommy to spend all her money, then we don’t have anything to eat.” His four year old voice was very intense and the adults around him looked at him in amazement that he could be thinking of something like that.
“Not very,” the girl told him solemnly.
Elise could not help it; she had to buy it for him. He took the package from the sales clerk hands and insisted on carrying it.
“Quite an amazing kid you got there,” the young girl commented.
“I know,” she said with a smile.
They went home after that and she gave him his bath and some chocolate milk and made sure he brushed his teeth. “Mommy can I play with my toy train instead of you reading me a book?” he turned his large dark eyes up to hers pleadingly.
“Okay, ten minutes buddy and then it’s lights out.” She told him.
“Thanks mommy,” he said and took it out of its package sitting cross legged on the bed. When she checked on him minutes later he was fast asleep the train tucked in beside him. With a tender smile she took it away and kissed his cheek, pulling the comforter over him.
Chapter 5
He called her when he came back. She had decided to take the weekend off because Jack was going out of town and she could see that Michael needed some rest. It had gotten bitterly cold overnight and she decided that she was going to clean out and reorganize her son’s room and get rid of the toys he was not using. She had also promised her mother to re polish the countertop in her bathroom. She was in the bathroom mixing the paint for the wood, when her phone rang. “Hello?”
“It’s Peter,” he said briefly. “I would like you to have dinner with me tonight.”
She looked at the watch on her wrist and realized to her surprise that it was almost five o’clock. Her mother had taken Daniel with her to the supermarket to get some produce.
“No,” she said without hesitation.
“Why not?” he demanded.
“Because I am free to say no and not give you a reason Peter,” she told him calmly, proud of herself in spite of the racing of her heart.
“I want to see you Elise,” he said impatiently.
“And I said no.” She wanted him to stop asking before she weakened and agreed. “You will see me when I am there to finish working on the kitchen.”
“If you don’t come out with me I am coming over. I would love to meet your son.” He told her in a determined voice.
“You wouldn’t!” she exclaimed in alarm.
“Try me.” He said his voice soft.
“I will be over there shortly,” she said before hanging up the phone. She was furious! Who the hell did he think he was? She put the cover over the paint and washed her hands in the sink, her expression mutinous. She was going to put an end to this once and for all! She was going to let him know that just because he had an itch to scratch it does not necessarily mean that she was at his beck and call to do the scratching. And how dare he use her son to get his own way!
She called her mother to tell her that she would be going out for a little bit and to tell Daniel she would be home shortly.
*****
She got there in record time, not even bothering to change out of the faded denims and black sweater she had dragged on over her white T-shirt. She had pulled on a baseball cap on her messy curls. She did not want him to get the wrong impression into thinking that she was going to dress up for him! She jumped out of the truck and marched up to the front door, wondering vaguely if his mother was around. As she was about to press the buzzer, the door was pulled open and he was standing in the doorway. She had never seen him in casual clothes before and she was taken aback at the loose black sweat bottom and black T-shirt he was wearing, and his feet were bare.
“Come on in,” he said pleasantly.
She stepped inside but only because she was freezing. “You have some nerve! Do you think because I do work for you that you own me?” she was so angry that she was shaking.
“I missed you,” he told her softly, causing her to stare at him, aghast. “I thought going away from you would make me miss you less but it only intensified it.”
“You need to stop!” she wanted to sound authoritative but her voice came out wobbly.
“I can’t,” he backed her up against the door and for one wild moment she thought about running! It was too late! He bent his head and captured her mouth with his in a kiss so potent that she thought she was drinking strong liquor! She sagged against him, her hands coming up to brace against his chest. He deepened the kiss, fisting his hands into her hair and knocking her cap off in the process. She was drowning in the kiss and she could feel the desire blossoming inside her body,
and with a sigh she spread her hands over his chest and then around his neck.
He lifted her petite frame easily and carried her towards his suite, never breaking the kiss. He put her down on the bed and stood there staring down at her. Her curls framed her face wildly and her lips looked like they had been bitten by insects; they were swollen from his plundering of them.
He knelt over her and pulled off the sweater and then the T-shirt and ran his hands over her breasts. “Peter,” She rose up on her elbows and looked at him, not sure this was a good idea.
“Don’t ask me to back off Elise, I tried that and it did not work.” He told her hoarsely, bending his head to take a nipple inside his mouth. Elise let out a startled moan as the desire raged inside her. She gripped the soft sheets on the bed, her body arching towards him as he pulled her nipple inside his mouth. Every thought of leaving left her mind and all she wanted to do was to be satisfied.
He broke off the kiss and pulled her pants down. She had never been a ‘girlie girl’ but she had the very best taste in underwear, leaning towards lace and silk, loving the way it felt against her skin. He pulled down the black lace and then he got undressed and joined her on the bed. He framed her face with his hands and looked at her deeply. “I can’t stay away” he told her before bending his head and taking her lips with his in a kiss that had her reeling! He eased up and cupped her breasts in his hand as he slid on top of her, his erection nestling between her legs. “Peter!” she gasped.
He released her lips and kissed her chin softly going down until he was sucking on her nipples, his hand easing her thighs opened. His mouth met his fingers down there and his mouth tasted her mound as his fingers worked their way inside her. Elise cried out in shock! She had never experienced such unbelievable ecstasy in her life and she felt her body exploding into tiny pieces.
He did not want her to come yet. He wanted her to wait on him, so he moved his mouth from her and he entered her slowly. He waited on her to adjust to the length and width of him before he started to move. He moved slowly at first and then she wrapped her legs around his waist, his thrust became more urgent. He gripped her face in his hands as she closed around him tightly. He had taken the fact that he was very good with women for granted, but now with her, he felt as if this was his first time! He wanted more, needed more and he did not want to stop. He took her lips with his own, drowning out the voice telling him that she was not his type; she was not the type he usually goes out with. He would deal with that later.
Elsie felt the stiffness of her nipples against his smooth muscled chest as she moved against him urgently. She had been with Daniel’s father several times and it never felt like this, not even close. They came together in a tumultuous explosion that had her calling out his name. He captured her cries with his mouth as he moved urgently inside her, his hands gathering up her hips to bring her closer to him. He did something unusual. He moved out of her shortly after and rubbed the tip of his soaking wet penis over her mound, his eyes holding hers. She was still in the throes of her orgasm so her body had still not recovered yet, and to add this on top of it, she was shuddering uncontrollably.
He moved off the bed abruptly and pulled her off with him. The bed was on a dais with three steps leading down, and he stood on the second step and took her into his arms, his fingers going inside her wetness as he captured her lips with his. He wanted her to stay, but he knew she had to go home to her son. He knew that even so, she would not consider spending the night with him.
She came against his fingers, her mouth clinging to his. He removed his fingers when he was sure she was finished, but his mouth was still on hers. He wanted her again, and with a groan he lifted her and placed her on his erection, holding her steady as he thrust inside her desperately. She held on to him as she returned his thrusts, her arms around his neck. She came with him again and he had to hold her still as she bucked against him frantically! He held her against him, his body shuddering from the powerful orgasm that had rocked both of them. He walked with her back towards the bed, his penis still buried inside her. He did not want her to leave, God! He did not think he could stay in his bed if she was not in it, not after this.
“I have to go,” she said huskily as he kissed her cheek gently. He was still moving inside her slowly.
“I want you to stay,” he told her hoarsely, already feeling himself hardening inside her.
“I have my son to go home to Peter, and I do not stay away from him.” She glanced at the clock at the bedside table and realized that it was already minutes to eight.
“Stay a little bit more,” he urged her, one hand reaching between them to finger a nipple.
“You don’t play fair,” Elise moaned as she felt the desire coursing through her.
“I know,” he told her bending his head to take her lips with his.
*****
It was almost nine o’clock when she left. He had told her that his mother had gone for the night to visit with a friend. He walked her out to the vehicle and she hastily strapped herself in and turned the key in the ignition, wondering what she was going to tell her mother and son about where she had been.
“When can I see you again?” he leaned against the window to stop her from driving away.
“I’ll be here on Monday Peter,” she said, impatient to leave.
“You know what I mean Elise,” he countered. God he was handsome, she thought, her heart skidding as she took in his tousled hair and his piercing dark eyes. But handsome had gotten her pregnant and left her with a kid to take care of, so she knew better.
“You mean when we can have sex again?” she asked him coolly, deliberately hardening her heart.
“You know that was not what I meant!” his tone was impatient. “I want to take you out and I want to meet your son.”
“Not going to happen,” she told him coldly, releasing the brake. “We had sex and that’s it.”
“You really think that was all there was to it?” he asked her frowning, stepping back.
“As far as I am concerned, that’s all it was Peter.” She told him grimly and without waiting for him to respond, she gunned the engine and drove off leaving him staring after her.
She had lied to him and to herself. It was not all sex. It had been more than that but she was not stupid enough to fall for that again. She had learned her lesson the very hard way!
*****
They were waiting up for her when she got home, both of them engrossed in a cartoon movie. “Mommy, where were you?” her son demanded as soon as she entered the room and took off her coat. He was already in pj's and he looked clean and well scrubbed. Her mother was in her nightgown with a robe over it and she wondered if she had kept them up.
“I had to go see a client honey,” she said with a smile, sitting down and pulling him on her lap. She hated lying to him and she cursed the fact that she had allowed Peter to break through her resistance. “You had your chocolate milk?”
“Grandma made it but not as good as you,” he told her in a stage whisper.
She laughed and her mother shook her head. “That’s the last time I make it for you, Danny boy,” Leslie teased him.
“Grandma, you and mommy are always telling me to speak the truth, so I am doing that.” He said with a straight face.
“Is that so?” Leslie descended on him with the intention of tickling him and he squealed with laughter and buried his face into his mother’s bosom. Elise left them playing and went to take a shower. She could still smell him on her.
She stood under the shower and let the water beat down on her from her hair down. She leaned against the tiles and closed her eyes, her body shivering as she remembered what he had done to her and how he had felt inside her. Her nipples hardened and she whimpered, remembering how his mouth had felt on her body! She wanted more! She had told him it was just sex but to her horror she had considered spending the night with him! He had gotten under her skin and she could not allow that!
*****
“How did the giant build his house up in the sky mommy? The clouds are not hard enough to build a house is it?” he asked her curiously. She had read ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’ to him as she cuddled with him underneath the sheets. Her guilt at leaving him for so long to go and have sex with Peter had prompted her to spend a little extra time with him.
“Good question sweetie. But I supposed, as in your cartoons, even the impossible can happen and this is just make believe.” She told him. “Now it’s really bedtime now, so how about a kiss for your old lady?”
He grinned at the term ‘old lady’ and gripped her tightly around her neck. “I am so glad you are my mommy,” he whispered against her cheek.
Elise felt the tears coming and she had to blink. “And I am so glad you are my son.”
That night in bed she found herself staring up at the ceiling, her thoughts in turmoil. She certainly could not allow anything or anyone to get between her relationship with her son, no matter what her body was saying to her.
*****
She deliberately went to the house after nine on Monday so she did not have to see him. Mitsui greeted them at the door and invited them to come and have breakfast with her. “I hate eating alone and Peter left so early this morning, not that he usually stays for breakfast anyway.” She complained as she led the way to the newly remodeled kitchen. “I have been eating breakfast in here ever since it has been fixed up,” she said with a delighted smile. The sun was coming through the windows that had been added and gave the room a cheerful glow. It felt strange to be back here after Saturday night and Elise found herself looking towards his suite of rooms.
They were served scrambled eggs and bacon and toast and although Elise had eaten a hurried meal of bagel while her mother and son had chocolate chip pancakes, she ate everything on the plate including the fresh strawberries with cream.