Page 11 of Horoscope to Love
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MATILDA
I can’t be hundred percent certain, but I think that Madame Zodiac is Ellis’s grandmother. The task of finding her seemed like trying to find a needle in a haystack when I showed up at the house and found him instead.
“I don’t get it,” Ellis says as we drive back to his house. “You were so determined this morning to find her, but now you don’t seem to care anymore.”
“I knew it was a long shot,” I say. “And you have been amazing to have helped me as much as you have. But I can’t expect you to keep dropping everything in your life for me.”
Ellis doesn’t say anything. I wish I knew what he was thinking or that I had the courage to ask him. But we’ve only known each other less than twenty-four hours. I’d be crazy to think that when he looks at me and sees anything other than the intrusive klutz who has caused him nothing but grief since I walked into his life.
“Will you head back to the city tonight?” he finally asks. I don’t miss the way his grip on the steering wheel tightens.
“I don’t have any reason to stay.” My throat tightens painfully on that last word.
Ask me to stay.
With my eyes never leaving his profile, I don't miss the tight nod he gives in response to what I said out loud and not to the plea inside my head.
We don’t speak the rest of the ride, despite me trying so hard to think of something I could say that would allow me to stay. But I can’t lie and say I’m still looking to write this story. His Gran all but said the words to me that she didn’t want her identity to be revealed. I should have realized as much when she left only an address for her check from the newspaper to be mailed to her house.
Ellis explained over dinner that he had just purchased the house from her, and that explained the address we still had on file. I didn’t miss Gran’s tiny wink to me as she watched me put two and two together.
For some reason, she trusted me with her secret when she had no reason to trust me. And for that, I am even more determined to keep her confidence. Even if that means Bill freaks out, and I get laid off that sooner. It's going to happen either way. At least this way, I feel some sense of control of my situation.
Ellis pulls the truck to stop in front of the old Victorian. I take a moment to admire the beautiful craftsmanship of the house and let my mind imagine all the amazing things Ellis will add to it.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done to help me,” I blurt out.
Ellis drops his hand from the door handle and looks over at me.
“That’s it?” He shakes his head like he is frustrated or something.
I don’t understand.“What else do you want me to say?”
“I want you to say that you’re going to stay.” He leans across the truck cab and cups the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. His lips are a breath away from mine, but he doesn’t close the distance. “Don’t go. Stay with me.”
Relief floods through me, and I crush my lips against his. It's not our first kiss, but it's a kiss that is filled with more than just something physical. My heart feels like it could at this moment.
Ellis wraps his arms around me and scoops me up onto his lap. I straddle his thighs, pressing my soft body against his hard one and reveling in every wonderful sensation pulsing through my body.
I shift my hips, pressing my pussy against the strain of his hard cock. Heat flooding my core.
"I thought you were going to let me go," I breathe out as Ellis nips at the skin just above my full breasts.
I’m on fire, and nothing but the sensation of being filled by him will ever be enough.
“You’re mine,” he growls, tightening his grip on my hips and pulling me against him. The friction of our bodies pressing and rubbing against one another is almost too much to handle, but still, I want more.
I shift, and my ass lays on the horn, making us both jump. Our laughter is mixed with the frantic kisses we can’t get enough of. We are so close to the house we could easily go inside to his bed, but Ellis pulls the lever on the side of the driver's side seat, and we both drop into a prone position.
I'm grateful for the sundress I chose to wear this morning. Otherwise, going any further would be impossible. I reach between us and unbutton Ellis’s jeans and reach beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs. My fingers encircle the thick shaft as I run my hand up and down.
“Oh fuck,” Ellis groans.
“I want you inside me. Now.” I say through gritted teeth.
The need to feel connected in the most physical way possible takes over me. I guide his cock to my slick entrance and slowly lower myself down. My body slowly stretches to accommodate his thick size.
