Page 22 of Love Over Easy

Shyanne

I empty a bucket of dirty water in the utility sink and fill it back up with warm water and a shot or two of degreasing cleaner. While the bucket is filling, I wipe a few escaped strands of hair back from my face and survey my progress.

I’ve been working all week at getting the diner clean, taking a thorough inventory of all the appliances, and doing fun things like working on a menu. I created a very specific, yet limited menu taking into consideration the clientele. I’m sticking to simple fare like soups, sandwiches, and salads, plus a daily special of a meat and three. I have plans to add more as I see how things go.

Every day that goes by, I feel a bit safer. Well, maybe not safer, but free. The deadline for signing the contract has passed and I don’t think they give extensions. That’s one point on my side. Even if I am found, they can’t make me do something I don’t want to do because we missed the cutoff date.

I know that eventually someone is going to recognize me. A picture will show up on the internet and my cover will be blown. I just hope that when that happens, my dad will actually hear me. For once.

I’m standing on a ladder, scrubbing the wall behind the prep counter, when a noise behind me has me turning sharply. The ladder wobbles. I drop the scrub brush and try to steady myself, but I grasp nothing but air. As I feel myself falling, I’m not even concerned. It can’t be harder or more punishing than what I usually experience.

I hear “I’ve got you” just before I feel strong, warm arms catch me and then I’m pressed against a hard body. A body I well remember. I dream about it most every night. Now my heart starts to race because I know who caught me. I look up into David’s concerned face.

My attraction to him has only grown over the days I’ve been living with him. I’ve even pretended that his house is our house. We’ve developed a comfortable routine. Somewhat comfortable. David comes home from work and we share a meal I’ve prepared, we clean up together, and then either take a walk on the beach or just sit on the deck and enjoy a glass of wine.

Then comes the uncomfortable part. He walks me to my bedroom door and I want him to kiss me like we kissed before. From his heated glances, I’m sure he wants it too. But he doesn’t and I’m too chicken to be the seducer. I saw how well it went last time.

His arms tighten around me and he’s doing that staring at my lips thing now as I look up into his eyes. I shift my gaze down to his mouth. I’ve never desired a kiss so desperately. I lean my head in and look back up into his eyes, questioning. He wants it; I know he does. “Get out of your head. Don’t think so much,” I murmur.

His fingers brush the hair back from my face as he stares into my eyes. “This is wrong.”

“But feels so right. Take a chance, David. We’re both adults and we are both going into this with our eyes open. Forever isn’t even a possibility. This is only for however long we have together.”

I hear his frustrated groan just before he locks his lips onto mine. A full-body shiver consumes me as my feet drop and he pulls me tighter against his body. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and press even closer.

A flood of wetness soaks my panties when I feel his hardened cock against my stomach. I should be embarrassed about that, but I’m on sensory overload from his kisses. He deepens the kiss by fucking my mouth with his tongue just as I wish he were fucking me with the impressive cock I feel growing impossibly bigger. How can this kiss be even better than our first?

Never have I been more thankful for upper body strength as I pull myself up his long lean body, aligning our parts for optimum friction. I wrap my legs around his waist and tilt my hips until my clit gets in on the action. His hands cup my ass, holding me up. My hands finger his hair as I rub against him and my panties get even wetter. Every pulse goes straight to my clit.

He kisses me deeper and pulls me tighter, increasing the incredible rocking motion we have going. A tiny mewling sound comes from the back of my throat. A sound that I’ve never heard before. I grind on his dick and shudder when it hits the exact spot that’s getting me closer and closer to detonation.

Tearing his lips from mine, David growls, “You’re close, aren’t you?”

My eyes fly open and pure sexual need stares back at me. “Yes,” I whisper.

He takes a few steps and presses my back against the wall. My eyes flutter closed at how much better, harder, tighter this position feels. David helps us move faster. We’re both panting and I know I’m a breath away from coming, but this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done and I wish it would last longer. Not even full-on fucking with someone else compares to dry humping with David.

David breaks the kiss just long enough to say, “Come on, baby. Take what you need to get yourself off.”

Hot. As. Fuck.

His dirty words are all I need. I moan and still for just a moment as the most intense orgasm rips through me. My head rolls back and hits the wall. My mouth opens and a soft sigh is all that comes out as the waves of pleasure continue to crest and fall.

Completely sated, I go limp, unable to make my trained muscles respond. David takes my weight easily. I lift my head slowly and look up at him with glazed-over eyes. We’re both stunned, but thankfully I see no regret or remorse on his handsome face like before. I don’t think I could have survived the hurt a second time.

“Yoo-hoo! Shyanne, are you in there?”

My eyes go freakishly wide when I hear Hannah Murphy call out. I push against David’s chest and drop my legs just as Hannah steps inside the back door of the diner. How could I have forgotten where we are? Or that anyone walking by the front of the diner could have seen us through the counter-to-ceiling window. David’s hands grasp my hips to keep me in front of him like a human shield.

“Hi, Hannah,” I call out, but my voice is raspy. I clear my throat and try again. “Sure, come on in.”

Quickly I straighten my shirt. I chance a glance at David as he moves away to look out the front window as he adjusts himself. I bite my lip to keep from smiling.

Hannah comes through the back door with a cheery smile. “Hi, dear. I just wanted to drop by and see how things were going.” Her eyes shift. “Oh, hello, David. I didn’t know you were here.”

“Yeah, I was just on my way out,” he says and then turns to me. “Want me to pick you up on my way home today?”

Now I regret making plans with my new girlfriend. “No, thanks. Kimberly is coming to help out so I should finish early. She said she’d give me a ride home.”

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