Page 6 of Meet Me Halfway
Screaming, I come so hard I lose all sense of time and space. My spirit soars free into a stratosphere of pleasure so intense it’s almost painful, and I am helpless to do anything other than ride the waves to completion.
When I finally come back to the present, I find Cal cradling me in his arms, spooning me from behind. Fay is lying on her side next to me with an arm flung over my belly. Yawning, I snuggle deeper into Cal’s embrace.
“Wow. That was so intense I’m exhausted. I think I’m going to take a nap.”
I can feel as well as hear his chuckle rumble in his chest. “Yeah, you best get all the rest you can. You’re going to need it for the weekend.”
I groan, but it’s all for show. If this is how my weekend is going to go, I’m definitely not going to complain.
Just as I begin to drift off, I feel Cal place a tender kiss on my temple and hear him murmur, “Happy birthday, my love.”
Fay
The Present
It’s crazy how quickly the weekends speed by when I get to spend them with Vivi and Cal. When I’m with them, I feel content, at peace. Like I’ve found my place in the world. But I know it’s only an illusion, because come Sunday night, or sometimes Monday mornings, I have to return to my everyday life.
I had absolutely no idea how my life would change with what was meant to be a onetime deal as a birthday surprise for Vivi. But it’s morphed into so much more over the six months since. One weekend turned into two, then almost every weekend. Unless either of us or, on rare occasions, both have plans over a weekend, we spend them together.
Cal and I have a stronger friendship and, dare I say, we’ve grown quite fond of each other. But Vivienne – oh, my sweet, sexy, loving, giving Vivi. She was the love of a lifetime I didn’t see coming. The one –myone. And it slices through me like a blade to know she belongs to someone else. That she lovessomeone else.
Still, no matter how bittersweet the knowledge, I return weekend after weekend, just to be near her when I can. It’s a secret I can never share. There’s no one I can share my love for someone else’s wife with who will not judge me for what we do when we’re together. Only because they would see it as interfering in their marriage.
So I battle on alone with the burden of my untold truth.
And here we are, another Sunday at an end. I have an early morning meeting at a client’s office, so I won’t be staying the night, but today, more so than usual, I’m finding it difficult to take my leave of them. To go home to an empty house, nothing but plants and the TV for company.
I zip my weekend bag closed and wheel it down the hall to the front door, where I’ll leave it until I’m ready to hit the road.
“I was wondering where you disappeared to.” Cal smiles at me as I make my way over to where they’re lounging on the sofa. “Are you gonna hang for some take-out Chinese?”
A reprieve. Thank you, universe. “Sure. I can hang for a while longer. Want some company?” I ask, praying he’ll say no.
“Nah, I’m good. You stay here with Vivi, and I’ll be back before you even know I’m gone.”
“Well, can I at least contribute to dinner?”
“Nope. I got this. You can get the next round.”
“You got it.” Internally, I’m doing a happy dance. I’ll get to spend a little time alone with Vivienne until he gets back.
Cal leans over and kisses Vivi goodbye. Getting to his feet, he starts for the door but stops when he reaches me. I’m taken aback when he leans down and, cool as you please, drops a quick kiss on my lips.
“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he quips as he heads out the door.
“We’ll try not to,” Vivi laughs, patting the sofa for me to come sit next to her. “Or will we?” she murmurs in my ear as I take a seat. I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve entered the twilight zone with these two. Resting her head on my shoulder, she asks, “Do you really have to go home tonight?”
I’m contemplating the idea of spending another night, rearranging my travel route and departure times in my head, when she takes my hand in hers. I’m not the biggest person in the world at five foot seven, but Vivienne is tiny by comparison topping out at somewhere around five-two.
Ever so softly, she traces patterns on my skin.
“Something on your mind, Vivi?”
“I miss you when you’re gone.”
Whoa, I was not expecting that. Where the hell did that come from?
“You do?” I stammer. I can’t help it. She’s caught me completely on the back foot.
