by Tara Brent
“You're always looking out for me.” I laugh even harder as Dustin is tugging on my arm to get going.
“Nothing has changed.” Brent grins and watches as we leave the office. I close the door though no one else is there so that Brent can have some privacy.
“When are we going to see Amber again?” Dustin asks as he hops into his seat and I buckle him up.
“Sometime soon, just not tonight. If you're sick then that means she could get sick.” I sighed, shaking my head back and forth.
Dustin took it for an answer and leaned his head back against the seat. Putting my hand against his forehead he does feel a little warm.
It was around dinner time when Dustin was throwing up again. I gave him as many fluids as I could before letting him lay on the couch instead of going to his room.
Knowing that Amber had been out of work for a few hours now probably at home getting ready for our evening I look at the phone.
She's going to be disappointed but it's what happens when you have children. You have to think about their well-being.
I call her phone and she picks up on the first ring.
“Hello.” She says in such a sexy voice.
“Hi, I'm calling because I have to break our date tonight. Dustin came home from the daycare sick and he's sick again.” I get the words out as fast as I can.
“Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to come over?” I love how she wants to jump into action.
"Two of us staying up all night I don't think that would be good for either of us. I'm doing all I can for him now. Mind a rain check?" I ask, sounding apologetic.
“Sure, tell Dustin I hope he feels better.” Amber doesn't sound disappointed at all as we hang up the phone.
Brent walks into the house while I was on the phone.
“You can go when Dustin falls asleep. I can handle him.” Brent offers his services.
"I don't want you feeling like you're a built-in sitter." I shake my head.
“I offered. You didn't ask.” He laughs.
I think about it for a short time. I do want to see Amber and Dustin is going to be sleeping soon. Everything that needs to be done is already being done.
“If he wakes up you'll call me?” I ask him, feeling myself being drawn to seeing her sweet face again.
“You know I will.” Brent nods, going into the kitchen and making himself something to eat.
Chapter 25: Amber
I was almost asleep, wrapped in my thin, white, robe. As soon as Logan told me that he couldn't make it I took off my date clothing and got into a bubble bath, reading a good book as it started slipping from my hands I heard a loud knock on my door.
Whoever it was I was just hoping they would go away. That they would stop knocking, couldn't they see that the lights were off for the night?
The knocking continued though, I groaned and slipped out of bed. Heading out of my room I go to the door.
“Doesn't anyone know how to call anymore?” I almost yell through the door as I unlock it and throw the door open.
On the other side under the front porch light stands Logan with flowers in his hands. Much better than the ones he tried to pass off to Grace when I found out that he was back in town.
“This is how you come to my house?” I laugh at him, taking the flowers and burying my nose into them.
“I thought I would bring a peace-offering for showing up so late. I just can't stay away.” Logan moans and kisses me as he walks through the door.
“This makes up for it I guess.” Feeling special that he had taken the time to look for some decent flowers.
Logan turns on the living room light and I find a vase to put the flowers in. I estimate that they will wilt in a couple of days but I don't tell Logan that.
“Do you want coffee?” I ask, getting ready to put some on.
“No.” His voice is getting closer and closer to me.
“No?” I ask him, a little confused.
“Uh-huh.” He whispers as he hooks his fingers between the loops of the belt that I have around my robe.
“What is it that you want?” I play along; the small hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I feel his hot breath on my skin.
Leaning my head against his shoulder and feeling him pulling me closer to him I can feel his hardness through his pants.
“I want you.” He whispers against my ear, kissing just below my earlobe which drives me crazy and he knows it.
“Shall we take this into the bedroom?” I giggle, already knowing the answer.
“After you.” He lets me go.
Walking ahead of him I feel his hand slap my ass cheek. I moan and laugh at the same time. It does feel good though I don't tell him that.
Going into my room Logan doesn't even shut the door behind us.
“Is the door locked?” I ask him right before he undresses me.
“You've got to be kidding me.” He looks into my eyes and sees that I'm not.
“I will go lock it. Just for you.” Kissing me on the forehead before he turns and leaves the room.
He's back in a minute and I have a surprise for him as well.
The robe is on the floor, my nakedness shining in the light of my bedroom. This has taken me some nerve to do.
“Very nice, you look so beautiful.” Logan murmurs, making his way towards me.
Soon his clothing is on the floor next to my robe and we are throwing the blanket back, all the way down to the foot of the bed.
“It seems like we're going to be up all night regardless.” I throw my head back and laugh at him.
“At least we're having fun.” He moans against my throat sinking his teeth into my neck. His hands already on my breasts, rubbing and tweaking my nipples that are already hard for him.
I'm glad that he's in my arms, my hands running through his hair. The way he smells makes me dizzy, the way he loves me takes me on a high. One that I shouldn't be surprised to be on but he gets me every time.
Slowly Logan rolls over onto his back, his hands behind his head. The pillows making him sink in a little more.
I know what he wants. I don't have to ask him why he stopped. My eyes are set on his hard shaft. The way it's beckoning to me.
“You know you want to.” He says in a husky voice.
He's right about that, I'm about to find out just how good I can please him.
Licking my lips I can already tell that each time we are intimate he's going to push me just a little further each time.
I love the excitement that it brings to him, the rush that it sends through my body. And it's only fair. He's done most of the work since we've come together like this.
“Here goes nothing.” I murmur under my breath.
“What?” Logan asks, he hadn't heard what I said.
“Nothing.” I give him a small smile, a soft look and slowly bring my lips to the head of his hard cock.
Rubbing the softness of my lips back and forth over the head of it. I love how smooth it is. Surprised at how smooth he is.
Already I've made him jump just by bringing my lips to him. Licking my lips this time I slowly open my mouth.
Closing my eyes slightly I take a deep breath and let it out. The anticipation is killing Logan. I know it is.
Slowly I wrap my lips around the head of him and slide my mouth down. Bringing it back up in a tight sucking motion with my mouth.
Logan gasps, that's all I need to gain the confidence I'd been hoping for. I bring my mouth up and down his cock slowly, letting my tongue trail just a little behind to leave the wetness on him.
Logan spreads his legs, I feel him move slightly wondering what he's doing until I feel his thick fingers slip inside of me. Wanting to feel just how wet I've become since we entered the bedroom.
Chapter 26: Logan
I know that Amber is nervous, though she doesn't think it shows. I don't call her out on it. I want her to be comfortable in everything we do.
Feeling her lips wrapped around my cock,
making me throb inside her mouth as she slides it up and down faster and faster. Letting the head of it hit the back of her throat.
Her face is red when she makes a gagging noise. I don't have the heart to tell her it's what I like. Not yet. I want her to get a little more comfortable in this department.
Letting her go at her own pace, though I want to take control. I flex inside her mouth as she brings a hand down between my spread legs.
I feel the softness of her fingers as she massages and kneads my balls. Being gentle with them. I have faith that she will get to know what's rough and what's not rough enough.
“Amber, you have no idea how good that feels.” I murmur to her, running one hand up and down her back while I slide two fingers inside of her with my other hand.
Each time I slide my fingers inside of her she’s wetter than the last time. Making me grow more excited in the process.
It means that I'm doing my job, I want to please her. I want her to know that it's not all about me just because I ask her to please me.
It's about the two of us, coming together, finding out what we like and what we don't like. Growing together.
I watch as her head bobs up and down and I know that I'm going to cum if she doesn't stop. I can feel it.
"Okay, god that's fucking good," I grunt to her, moving quickly.
Amber has a confused look on her face when I move and I think it's the cutest thing, she can't see herself through my eyes and yet I hide the smile.
"Come here," I tell her, reaching out my arms to her and she comes to me.
Holding her in my arms, pressing our bodies against each other I kiss her softly, hearing her gasp and feeling her body shake in my arms I know I'm doing something right. The way she whimpers for me as I kiss her ever so softly, it’s the best sound ringing in my ears.
I slowly roll her onto her back, our lips still clinging together as if they are never going to meet again.
Her hands come around to the back of my neck and they separate as they slide down to my shoulder blades.
I enter her, wanting to taste her but that will wait for another time. I don't want to rush her, taking my time is what I do best and I love how crazy she gets with impatience sometimes.
Feeling her arch her back, her breasts pressed against my hard chest I can feel her nipples pressing against me.
It turns me on more than I could ever imagine. The smell of her has me shaking as I move inside of her.
Amber spreads her legs for me, showing me that she wants more of me. Clinging to me, digging her nails into me as if I'm something to be claimed and I let her claim me.
“You feel so good. I love being inside of you.” I murmur against her lips, moving in and out of her.
She giggles against my mouth before I break the kiss and stare into her eyes. The love I see there makes me suck in my breath.
It's so powerful that I don't know how I lived without it for so many years.
"Promise me you're not going anywhere for the rest of your life," Amber whispers to me softly.
"I promise," I whisper back and kiss her forehead before I slam into her.
She's ready for it; I can feel that she's ready for it. A little rougher each time until she's screaming my name in my ear.
The sounds of her screams make me grow deaf for only a few minutes. The smile on my face, I can't be any happier than I am right this second with her.
I hold back until her juices are flowing over my cock and drowning it. I feel my cock shaking inside of her.
I'm going to lose the battle of keeping control, seeing how long I can go.
“Cum for me.” Amber brings her head off the pillow and whispers against my ear.
Her voice is so soft that I know I can't fight her. I don't want to fight her. So I cum just like she tells me to.
Filling her and grunting out her name, letting her know just how good she makes me feel each time we make love.
This is it. She's the one that I am meant to be with.
I hold her, both of us sweating and panting from the exercise that we've done. She throws her head back and laughs, tugging at my heart again.
“What?” I ask her, wondering what's so funny.
"The sweat dripping off you, onto me, it's sexy as hell." She bites down on her lip. Her voice is so sexy and sweet. Sounding so innocent when I know she's not completely. Not anymore.
“There's more where that came from, my little seductress” I tease her, wiping my hand across my forehead and wiping it down her face.
“Hey!” She shouts, wriggling around under me and she makes my soft cock slip out. She takes a pillow closest to her and starts hitting me with it.
I love how she can make anything fun. Our date ends with a pillow fight. Both of us whacking each other harder and harder until one of the pillows breaks open and the feathers inside explode in the air, falling down on the bed, around the bed.
Amber just laughs and throws herself back down on the bed. It's not a big deal.
I laugh with her as I lie beside her and bring my arms around her.
“I have to go soon.” I kiss her passionately again. Not wanting to stop.
Amber gives me this look that she doesn't want me to go, but she doesn't say it. Neither of us does.
If Dustin was at Grandma's for the night I wouldn't have a problem staying over, but I remind myself he's sick. Brent has been kind enough to watch him so that I could come over and surprise her.
“I know. I feel so bad for him; it's no fun being sick.” A frown comes to her face.
It's so cute how she can go from being so playful and in a snap of a finger become so heartfelt and serious at times.
Amber truly doesn't know how much she makes me fall in love with her every time that I see her. It's like seeing her for the first time all over again.
“Stay for just a few more minutes.” Amber nestles against my hard chest.
I know that she's going to fall asleep soon and I hold her, neither of us speaking. The few minutes turns into a half hour. I look over at her, slowly sliding my arm out from underneath her. She's fallen asleep on my chest and the last thing I want to do is wake her.
Getting dressed quickly I leave her a little something before I put my sneakers on. I go to the front door and let myself out. Taking the key that she leaves under her mailbox and locking it behind me.
I slip the key into my pocket. God forbid anyone else finds it.
Looking across the street to Grandma's house I see all the lights are off. All but the dim kitchen light.
She's turned in for the night. I breathe in the Texas air. It feels good to be home again. It's the best feeling in the world.
I made the right choice. Having Dustin grow up here with family. With people who care about him.
Getting into the car I think about Amber and how she has changed my life. She has made me believe life can be sweet and real. I don’t deserve it but someone out there is looking out for me and I’m grateful for it all.
Chapter 27: Amber
I woke up to birds singing in the tree just outside my window. Sometimes I wish that they wouldn't sing so early.
Then I realize as I open my eyes that it's daylight out. Looking over at the clock it's past ten in the morning. The shop has been open for two hours!
Throwing the covers back I rush to the bathroom and throw my clothes on. I didn't even bother to set out the clothes for work last night like I normally do.
“Come on Amber, what's the matter with you?” I mutter to myself, going back to the bedroom and throwing my shoes on.
I look at myself in the small mirror hanging over my dresser and grab the brush. That's when I see it.
A piece of paper that's on the other side of the bed. On the side that Logan was laying on before he left the house.
He left only after I fell asleep. I knew that I knew him well enough.
Smiling I rush over to the stand and open the piece of paper that he'd left folded there for me to find.
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My beautiful seductress, have a good day. I hope that you're not running late! Soon I will be able to spend another night.
Love you,
Logan.
I bring the piece of paper to my chest. Pressing it against my heart. Until I realize again the reason why I was rushing, to begin with.
Putting the paper down I hurry out of the house, locking it behind me.
Rosie's never going to forgive me if she has a full shop. It's the middle of the week and that's when it's the busy rush.
Half running through the shop door Rosie is sitting behind the counter. She's talking to a customer. Thank god there's only one in the shop.
I give her an apologetic smile as I clock in and she gives me a look that I must tell her all the details of why I'm late and not some lame excuse that I had overslept. I already know that's not going to fly with her.
“You want lilacs at your wedding? How many bushels?” Rosie asks the customer, to let her know she's paying attention.
I grab a notebook and pen, writing down everything this woman wants. Her daughter is having a wedding over the weekend.
In my opinion, they are late on arrangements as well. I'm glad I'm not the only one running late this morning.
"I want ten centerpieces. There are ten tables, so ten centerpieces." The woman hugs her purse tightly under her arm.
It doesn't look as if she's too eager to see her daughter get married.
I don't know how much longer I can hold back my laughter. The snooty way she talks and the way she rolls her eyes, it's not hard to tell that she doesn't want her daughter marrying the man she's about marry this weekend.
I begin to daydream, wondering what it might be like married to Logan. I already know that Grace would be happy. I see him in a handsome tux and me in a beautiful wedding gown. I snap out of it only when Rosie nudges me.
I had stopped writing things down. Lost in my daydream and this stupid grin on my face I'm sure.
Fifteen minutes later the woman leaves the shop a little happier than when she had come I am sure.