new tradition.
“So you’ve been out buying pumpkins all this time?”
“I went to see a flat as well.”
“Oh, you didn’t mention it.” A stabbing pain jolted my stomach. She was planning her life without me. She was getting ready to move on. “How was it?”
“Vile. It only just came on the market and the agent was so pushy when she called me about it, but it was horrible.”
“You know I paid the rent on this place until March. I did it earlier in the week. I didn’t want you to be . . .You know, so you can take your time.” Even if she was prepared to come to New York, she would have to give notice and I knew she didn’t want to have to live with Leah and Daniel.
Her eyes soften as she looked at me but she didn’t say anything. This was the perfect time to discuss the after, the future.
“Anna?”
“That’s really . . . you’re amazing.” She reached around my neck and into my hair. God, I loved the feel of her hands in my hair.
“Anna? We need to talk.”
One hand released my hair and rubbed against my hardening cock. She wasn’t subtle in her distraction technique. “Soon,” she whispered rubbing up and down. I should stop her and make her talk but she knew how to get exactly what she wanted.
“When?” I groaned.
She unzipped my zipper and her hand slid inside my pants.
“Sunday. Right now, I want you inside me.”
* * * * *
I woke to the sound of her hairdryer and watched her at the dressing table doing her hair. For some reason, I loved watching her get ready. It was fascinating to me. The lotions and the potions and the nine different types of everything. She looked incredible before the ritual began so I wasn’t sure why she bothered. She looked most beautiful just after she came, which was the argument I’d used to keep her naked all morning.
Naked pumpkin carving had quickly turned into naked fucking, my new favorite Thanksgiving tradition. I’d tried to convince her that we could cancel on my sister but it hadn’t worked and so I stayed in bed while she banned me from coming anywhere near her while she got ready. For some reason she didn’t like the idea of smelling of sex when we went to my sister’s.
“You look beautiful,” I said as she switched the hairdryer off.
“You always say that,” she said, still facing away from me, but meeting my eye in the mirror.
“Because it’s true.”
“Get in the shower, you bum.”
“Will you rub me down? My dick is really dirty.”
She laughed. “Are you fifteen years old? You’d think that I deprive you? We’ve spent most of our day focused on your penis.”
Chapter Eleven
Anna
Watching Ethan play on the rug in the family room with his niece Izzy, almost made my heart burst. He knew how to handle women, young and old. He spoke to her as if she understood every word he said and she watched him as if she did, occasionally reaching her hand out to enthusiastically pat his cheek.
“He would make a great father,” Jessica whispered to me as I stood watching Ethan.
I shrugged, pulling myself away from watching them and headed back over to the counter.
“Don’t you think?” Jessica continued.
“I’ve not . . . I guess.”
I’d spent the last three months trying not to think about things like that. Trying not to do exactly what I did with all my other relationships—ruin them with “what ifs” before they even started.
“Don’t tell me you’ve not thought about it. You’re a woman. That’s what we do.”
“We don’t talk about that stuff,” I responded. It was true. We’d not talked about it and although thoughts about the future had entered my mind, I swept them under my trusty rug of denial along with unpaid credit card bill from last month and my lack of gym attendance since Ethan had arrived.
“What stuff? Babies?”
“Babies. The future. We’re here now and we’re happy and that’s what we’re focusing on.”
“But you must think about it. He leaves tomorrow.” She was
“So you’ve been out buying pumpkins all this time?”
“I went to see a flat as well.”
“Oh, you didn’t mention it.” A stabbing pain jolted my stomach. She was planning her life without me. She was getting ready to move on. “How was it?”
“Vile. It only just came on the market and the agent was so pushy when she called me about it, but it was horrible.”
“You know I paid the rent on this place until March. I did it earlier in the week. I didn’t want you to be . . .You know, so you can take your time.” Even if she was prepared to come to New York, she would have to give notice and I knew she didn’t want to have to live with Leah and Daniel.
Her eyes soften as she looked at me but she didn’t say anything. This was the perfect time to discuss the after, the future.
“Anna?”
“That’s really . . . you’re amazing.” She reached around my neck and into my hair. God, I loved the feel of her hands in my hair.
“Anna? We need to talk.”
One hand released my hair and rubbed against my hardening cock. She wasn’t subtle in her distraction technique. “Soon,” she whispered rubbing up and down. I should stop her and make her talk but she knew how to get exactly what she wanted.
“When?” I groaned.
She unzipped my zipper and her hand slid inside my pants.
“Sunday. Right now, I want you inside me.”
* * * * *
I woke to the sound of her hairdryer and watched her at the dressing table doing her hair. For some reason, I loved watching her get ready. It was fascinating to me. The lotions and the potions and the nine different types of everything. She looked incredible before the ritual began so I wasn’t sure why she bothered. She looked most beautiful just after she came, which was the argument I’d used to keep her naked all morning.
Naked pumpkin carving had quickly turned into naked fucking, my new favorite Thanksgiving tradition. I’d tried to convince her that we could cancel on my sister but it hadn’t worked and so I stayed in bed while she banned me from coming anywhere near her while she got ready. For some reason she didn’t like the idea of smelling of sex when we went to my sister’s.
“You look beautiful,” I said as she switched the hairdryer off.
“You always say that,” she said, still facing away from me, but meeting my eye in the mirror.
“Because it’s true.”
“Get in the shower, you bum.”
“Will you rub me down? My dick is really dirty.”
She laughed. “Are you fifteen years old? You’d think that I deprive you? We’ve spent most of our day focused on your penis.”
Chapter Eleven
Anna
Watching Ethan play on the rug in the family room with his niece Izzy, almost made my heart burst. He knew how to handle women, young and old. He spoke to her as if she understood every word he said and she watched him as if she did, occasionally reaching her hand out to enthusiastically pat his cheek.
“He would make a great father,” Jessica whispered to me as I stood watching Ethan.
I shrugged, pulling myself away from watching them and headed back over to the counter.
“Don’t you think?” Jessica continued.
“I’ve not . . . I guess.”
I’d spent the last three months trying not to think about things like that. Trying not to do exactly what I did with all my other relationships—ruin them with “what ifs” before they even started.
“Don’t tell me you’ve not thought about it. You’re a woman. That’s what we do.”
“We don’t talk about that stuff,” I responded. It was true. We’d not talked about it and although thoughts about the future had entered my mind, I swept them under my trusty rug of denial along with unpaid credit card bill from last month and my lack of gym attendance since Ethan had arrived.
“What stuff? Babies?”
“Babies. The future. We’re here now and we’re happy and that’s what we’re focusing on.”
“But you must think about it. He leaves tomorrow.” She was
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