Page 63 of Ask Me Something

Why was I jealous to hear that? “You didn’t keep in touch?”

“Come on. I can’t manage a local relationship, let alone one that’s long distance.”

At least that was a relief. “I think long distance might be easier. You wouldn’t get into the rut of everyday stuff. Even if I did believe there was such a thing as a happily ever after, the ‘what’s for dinner, how was your day, did the DVR record our shows’ is definitely not appealing.” I made a face, horrified at the thought.

He grinned. “You don’t believe in the fairy tale ending?”

“Uh, no. And I think I’d fucking shoot myself before getting into the mundane everyday stuff where I’m arguing about who left the toilet seat up.” I took another bite and saw his eyes narrow. Oh, shit, I’d said the F-word again.

“Up onto the countertop you go.” He was lifting me onto the cold black granite before I could protest. Not that there would have been much of one.

* * *

“I’m runningto the grocery store as I have no food in the house. Do you want to come with?” Brian asked, framing the door of the master bath. He wore blue jeans and a gray pullover, making him look younger than his thirty-three years. I realized I didn’t often see him dressed casually. After we’d finished our countertop adventure and a cold breakfast, we’d topped it off with a nice, long, steamy shower together. The smirk on his face told me he was still thinking about it.

I was in the middle of doing my make-up. “Sure. Give me ten minutes, and I’ll be right down.”

He winked and turned around, offering up a nice view of his backside framed in jeans. His ass looked spectacular encased in denim. Of course, having seen it in the shower twenty minutes ago could be making me hyper aware of it at the moment. It was as though someone had taken the plastic film off of my eyes, and I could see him in a totally different light now.

After I walked downstairs, I found him in the front entryway.

He was looking outside at my rental car in the driveway. “How about we swing by the airport, and you can turn in the car? I can drop you off tomorrow myself. It’s only a fifteen-minute drive.”

“Uh—” I know his plan sounded logical, but I had some trepidation about being car-less.

He must have sensed it because he took my hand and pulled me into an embrace. “Too practical for you?” He pinned me against the foyer wall and tilted his head down for a quick kiss.

“No, but I wondered if we’d end up wanting to kill one another, and I would overstay my visit, if I’m being perfectly honest.” It wasn’t like I wanted to fight with Brian, but during the last year it seemed all we did was push one another’s buttons. On the other hand, maybe he’d been onto something about relieving the tension with sex because we hadn’t done as much arguing lately.

“Hmm. One, you wouldn’t overstay. I like having you here. And two, I don’t think we’ve ever gotten along as well.”

“All right, but I need to do something before we take care of the car.” I got the satisfaction of his confused expression when I dropped to my knees and unfastened his jeans in a hurry, freeing him. Quickly, I took him between my lips.

“Christ, I—”

Taking his hardening length to the back of my throat, I swirled my tongue around his velvety softness. He was rock hard in all of four seconds. My fingers curled around his base and I licked along the seam, loving the sound of his groan. Why we hadn’t gotten around to this earlier, I didn’t know, but I was determined to make this the best blow job he’d ever received. I worked his impressive erection with my hand, pumping it in a rhythm, then went lower to take each of his balls in my mouth, paying attention to them one at a time.

“Take off your clothes; we can do this together,” he protested, trying to pull me up.

I shook my head, gripping his ass and taking him deeper. Hollowing out my cheeks, I sucked harder, increasing the pace. Looking up at him through my lashes, I enjoyed the sheer pleasure reflected on his face. The fact that he had his hands entwined in my hair, almost as if trying to restrain himself from pushing my head into him, made me even crazier for him. One of my hands moved to cradle his balls while the other one pumped his shaft in cadence with my wet mouth.

“Stop now, or I’m going to come.”

I took him further into my throat, almost to the point of gagging, but I was suddenly frantic to make him go over the edge like he’d taken me so many times. I needed to taste him. His body shuddered, and the thick liquid hit the back of my throat. I greedily swallowed all of it, then licked the tip for the last drop.

“Get on the couch,” he demanded shakily.

I shook my head. “No can do. I have a rental car to return. I’m Hertz, by the way. Take a few minutes and then meet me there.” I grabbed my purse, walked out the door, and could hear his irritated shout after me. I had in fact warned him I wasn’t going to be very good at being told what to do.

* * *

Returningthe car was fast and painless. Afterward, I stood on the curb, checking email on my phone while waiting for Brian.

When he pulled up, I slid into the passenger seat. I could tell immediately that he was angry by the set of his jaw and the fact that he would only look straight ahead.

“Are you actually mad because I gave you a blow job in the hallway?” I turned toward him, watching his features while he concentrated on the road.

“You know that’s not why I’m angry,” he finally said.

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