Page 54 of Between Now and Forever
I wish it didn’t feel so good to be with her. I wish she had something annoying about her that made it easy to sit at home with a beer on my day off like I usually do. But that’s not the case. And it’s problematic.
“Jay ...” She stays up against me from behind. “Do you see the box?”
I swing the flashlight around the basement. It’s bigger than I anticipated. “No. Not yet.”
Something scurries in the dark. Gabrielle yelps and dives under my arm.
With her breasts pressed against me, her arm slung around my back, and her head buried into my side, it’s like fireworks going off in every corner of my body.
“Relax,” I say, guiding her through the darkness. “I got you.”
“I like when you say that to me,” she says softly.
“When I say what?”
“I got you.”
My heart starts to pound.
“I know it’s a figure of speech,” she says. “And I know you’re not saying it in any kind of way. You’re not leading me on. But it’s nice to have someone like this, you know?”
Yeah. I know.
I didn’t know. I hadn’t known that I’d missed this at all.
Careful, Jay.
“There it is,” I say, shining the light onto a silver box on the wall. I sigh in relief. “Let’s get this thing open.”
She releases me, and I miss her touch.
“Look,” I say, prying the door open and flipping the main breaker. The power flickers on. “Did you see how I got that open?”
“Yeah.”
I peer down at her. She didn’t see shit.
I grin at the way she investigates her basement, studying each corner like a clown might jump out from behind a wall at any moment. Slowly, she gets farther away from me and starts to mosey around.
“It’s nice and dry down here,” I say. “But you would’ve known that, had you had an inspection.”
She laughs. “Don’t start on me about that.”
Gabrielle stands away from a half wall separating two spaces but bends over to see on the other side. Her ass is up in the air, the ends of her shorts riding up to the sweet spot where her ass meets her thighs.
I could slide up behind her, pull those shorts to the side, and sink my cock deep inside her. She would push backward, grinding against me, then look over her shoulder at me and beg for it harder.
Stop it, Jay.
“I don’t see any snakes, so that’s good,” she says. “Hey, did you ever catch that one that tried to eat me?”
“It didn’t try to eat you.”But I might.
She faces me. “Did you catch it?”
“Yes, I caught it. You’re safe.”
“Good.” She looks around. “Are you ready to go back upstairs?”
