Page 120 of Sweet Little Thing

Startled, she jumped and stood there looking at me with eyes wide with uncertainty. I hadn’t meant to scare her. However, my damn voice had been too much.

“T-today was m-my doctor’s appointment,” she stammered.

“I know that. I’ve been counting down until this day. But the doctor’s office closed at five. It’s after seven.”

Beulah still looked confused by the tone I was using. I was trying to soften it, but it wasn’t working. I was letting my anxiety control me.

“Geraldine had a spell this evening. I couldn’t leave her like that. I had to take her with me. She came back around while we were there. Instead of going back to her house and making her dinner she wanted to go out to eat. So, we did.”

“Why didn’t you call me to help? Or at least answer your phone? I’ve been worried.”

“I should have. I’m sorry. You didn’t call me earlier today, and I thought you were busy. I turned my phone off at the doctor’s office and forgot to turn it back on afterward. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think you’d be home, or I would have called to explain.” Her tone was sincere, but she was different. She seemed almost defensive, as if she wanted to yell at me but was holding back.

“Were you expecting me to call earlier today?” I was trying to decide what it was that she was upset about but wouldn’t tell me. She’d hide it. Or attempt to.

“Only if you wanted to. I know you’re busy.” Her words were nice. Agreeable. But her tone, the look in her eyes, said something entirely different.

“I should have called earlier. I’m sorry,” I said, thinking that must be it.

“It’s okay. I’ll keep my phone on from now on.” Her head turned toward the living room where the noise from the television was coming from. We never turned the television on in there. It was odd. Out of place. Not the normal evenings we had here. Hilda’s presence was making both of us tense.

“Come with me,” I said. I held my hand out to her. She paused for a second, studying my hand. Finally, she placed hers in mine. I closed my fingers tightly and gently pulled her down the hallway toward my room.

I needed to get away from the reminder of Hilda—all that damn sound.

Closing the door firmly behind us, I turned to her and grabbed her waist to pull her against me. “Did you get the shot?” I asked, wanting to be inside her without concern.

She didn’t respond at first. I had a moment of disappointment. I’d been waiting for this day. I hadn’t held back before, I knew, and we still had to be careful. Especially now. I had to fight for Wills. If something were to happen, she would need more support and attention than I had to give right now.

“It’s safe,” she said.

Pulling her to me, I buried my head in her hair and inhaled. I soaked in her warmth and scent. As always, she calmed me and gave me the reassurance I needed.

The noise from the television was blocked out.

We were alone.

I took that moment to enjoy our solitude. Us.

Only for a moment.

I couldn’t help the thrill I felt knowing I could shoot my release inside her. The urge to take her was louder than anything else going on at the moment.

I reached under the short skirt of her sundress, found her panties, and pulled them down. She shimmied her hips, helping me until they fell down her legs, and she stepped out of them.

Grabbing her waist, I picked her up and carried her to my bed, and I tossed her onto it. Her legs fell open, and her eyes followed my every move. I didn’t have time for foreplay. Not this time. I had to get inside her—it reassured me that she was here, and we were okay.

My pants were gone with ease, and I climbed over her and slid into her as she lifted her knees and hips for easier access. Gliding through her slick warmth tore a groan of pleasure from me. I’d found myself thinking about this very moment several times today. Now we were here, and I didn’t want to leave.

I grabbed her left leg and brought it over my shoulder, allowing me to sink deeper. Everything felt more intense. Beulah’s head pressed back into the soft bedding, and she let out a cry. Then she said my name—several times. I began to pump into her faster. The idea of coming inside of her making me insane.

I was like a fucking addict. Needing this fix.

“Stone!” She moaned and clawed at my back.

I pressed her tightly against me as the sound of our bodies joining faster and harder became louder. Her breathing had become a pant, and mine was heavy and fast. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck as she met each of my thrusts.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Her climax was close. Her body began to shake, and her nails dug into my flesh. The sweat on her thighs as her skin rubbed against mine made it fast and smooth. “I’m coming,” she wailed and buried her head in my chest as I gavethree more hard pumps and yelled out my release.

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