Page 134 of Deserter

The laundry room was closed off from the rest of the house and not well ventilated. In the summers, it felt like a sauna. Celia had stripped down to her bra and panties and was watching the timer on the dryer when I walked in.

Our washing machine at the time was a piece of shit. It didn’t matter how many times I took the damn thing apart, it still rattled around during the spin cycle, sounding like a low-flying jet.

On this particular night, I’d looked at her, bent over the dryer and fighting to stay awake, and then back over at that old washing machine.

And it gave me an idea.

I’d stripped out of my dirty clothes and left them lying in a pile on the floor before lifting her sweat-slicked body onto the washing machine just as it began shaking.

I was reminded of how sheltered she’d been when her green eyes widened and her lips parted. The vibrations took hold and she squeezed my shoulders before coming with a loud cry.

Taking full advantage of the situation, I’d yanked the cups of her bra down and sucked a nipple in between my teeth before pushing her panties to the side so I could finger her.

She’d started shivering just as the second orgasm hit, and her milk had let down, soaking my face. I’d lapped it up and continued thrusting my fingers in and out of her while she apologized and struggled to cover herself.

The memory had me reaching down between us to adjust myself, doing my best not to draw her attention. I was supposed to be reminding her of how good we were together, not torturing my dick with a stroll down Pussy Lane.

“We had other good memories too, right?” I asked, craving a distraction like my next cigarette.

Celia cocked her head to the side, as if trying to recall. “You were a great father—”

I sniffed. “Yeah, I’m a real winner.”

She placed her hand over my heart. “You were—even if you don’t believe it. You would’ve done anything for those girls; and Mikey too, if I’m being honest. You did what needed to be done to keep him safe—”

When I opened my mouth to argue again, she shook her head. “Don’t. You know you did. Regardless of whether or not Betsy stuck with it, you always put him first, just like our girls. Maybe it would’ve been easier to let you go had you been different.”

My brain ran wild with the things I wanted to say; another apology resting against my tongue. In the end I realized it was pointless and did what I knew best. I lowered my head and grazed my teeth along her jawline; right next to her ear, just where she liked it.

Her back arched and she lifted her chin, offering herself up to me. The hand on my chest dampened my shirt and I pulled back long enough to shed my kutte and t-shirt before bringing my mouth back down.

When she turned her head and our lips connected, lust flooded my body, leaving me lightheaded. It didn’t matter that I’d kissed her just a couple of days ago, this time felt different.

Maybe it was because I knew I was going to be coming home soon.

Celia raked her nails down my back as she struggled to pull me closer. I moved over her with a grin, propped up by my forearms. “You don’t wanna lay with me anymore, princess?”

Her skin flushed red and she shook her head, taking the corner of her lip between her teeth. “I’m tired of laying here.”

“Yeah?” I grinned. “What if I just wanna hold you?”

She put a hand on my chest and pushed me away before sitting up. “You’re right. What else could I want?” Her hands dropped down the hem of her nightgown and with one tug, it was up and over her head.

I slowly opened and closed my hand, suddenly aching with the need to touch her. “Fuck me…”

A slow smile built on her face as she trailed a finger down over her tits. “Or we could just lay here and talk about the past some more.”

With a low growl, I grasped both of her hands in one of mine and positioned them over her head as I guided her back onto the bed.

I ran my beard along her tits until her nipples stiffened, demanding my full attention. She moaned softly as I traced circles around one with my tongue while working the other with my thumb.

Fuck, I’d never grow tired of her body.

Celia fought to get loose and began pawing at my belt buckle, leaving me painfully aware of how fast my heart was beating as I fought the urge to come.

“Please, Jamie.”

“What do you need, baby?” I dragged my fingers across her slit and she jerked forward. “This?”

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