Page 20 of Accidentally Mine
Back in the old days, I’d spent about five hours a day at home, and the bulk of the day in the office.The accident changed all that.Not only had it shifted my outlook on work, but doctors told me that I simplycouldn’twork the schedule I’d worked before.I needed to take care of myself to continue my recovery and avoid exacerbating my TBI symptoms.So these days, I made sure to cut out by five each evening, get to the gym, eat a healthy dinner at home, before going to bed at a reasonable time, following doctor’s orders to the letter.
Today was no different.After work, I ran on the treadmill at Back Bay Fitness, whittling my routine down to only thirty minutes to compensate for the stress of this morning.Usually, physical exercise was my outlet for stress that creeped in, but even as I ended my workout and walked up Beacon Street to my brownstone, I thought of those eyes.As I made myself dinner, I thought of those eyes.
And they were the last thing I saw when I turned out the light and went to bed.
When I did sleep…
I was in the Common Café again, on my regular stool at the bar.Rebecca walked in, a ball cap on her head that so did not go with the short skirt she wore.It was cute.This time, there was no shyness in the way she looked at me.She joined me at the bar, perching on the stool next to mine, and purred, “I’ve been thinking about you.”
I swallowed hot coffee too fast and it scalded my throat.“And?”
I didn’t need to ask.She swiveled so that her knees were pressed to mine.She was wearing a short skirt, baring phenomenal legs.Her hand went to my thigh, and she gave me a look that told me everything she wanted me to do to her.
“Where?”I asked huskily.
In answer, she took my hand and directed it underneath the hem of her skirt, pressing my palm against her warm center.Her underwear was a little piece of lace, no obstacle whatsoever.It was already soaked with her wetness.
For me.
I looked around the café, which had emptied out.Even the waitress was gone.My eyes returned to hers, those big turquoise orbs begging me sweetly.“Now?Here?Are you sure?”
She licked her lips and pressed my hand to her more firmly, encouraging my fingers to move in slow circles, coating my fingertips in her wetness.
My cock grew inside my slacks as I kneaded her between her legs, until I wondered if even the detailed stitching of my slacks would hold it back.Her breathing came faster as she spread her legs for me, wider and wider, urging me on.Her eyes were the very shade of blue of the woman’s at the scene of the accident.But instead of looking at me with concern, their gaze was heavy-lidded, full of desire.
I looked around the café again, glad to see that it was still empty.Knowing what I wanted to do to Rebecca, I wouldn’t be able to keep a lid on this for long, because I wanted to make her scream.Then, everyone in the kitchen would know what we were up to.
But fuck, I was game.How could I not be?
I ran my finger along the place where her thigh met her pelvis before sliding it underneath the fabric and between her lips.Just a fraction of an inch.She groaned, and I slowly circled my thumb over her clit still covered by lace, lightly hitting that spot, making her jump and let out a small moan of approval.When she opened her eyes, I brought my thumb to my lips so that I could taste her.
Salty, musky, sweet.I wanted more.
She smiled at me, tossed blonde curls over her shoulder in a way that shattered any resolve to stop that I might have held on to.“Good?”
“Delicious,” I murmured.
She licked her lips in response.She wanted more too.
I wasted no time flicking her panties aside.Her pussy was drenched now, and hot, wanting more attention.Drawing on every ounce of patience, I slowly dipped one finger into her, a mere inch, pressing in between her tight, sensitive walls.She was thrumming with excitement and felt so alive beneath my hand that I wanted to draw this out.Make it last.
A sweet sigh escaped her mouth, and I lost all self-control, pushed my finger deeper inside.She squirmed and let out a sweet mewl but did not protest—so warm and wet, silky and tight as fuck.When I pulled back and slid in again, she arched her back, grabbing my wrist to hold me in place, using my hand as her fuck toy.I moved my finger in circles inside her, her insides clenching around me.
Before she could protest, I sank down onto my knees in front of her, gathering her skirt up around her waist.I ripped that thin strip of fabric from her hips, and it fell away with no resistance.She gasped as I hooked my arms around her thighs and brought her bare, pink pussy to the edge of the stool, to meet my waiting mouth.
I pressed my face between her thighs, the only thing on my mind getting more of this woman against my tongue.I’d had a sample, and now I wanted the full buffet.
I breathed in deeply, taking in her sweet scent, and then out again through my mouth.The hot air against her clit made the little pink bud stiffen.I couldn’t wait to taste it.When I finally flicked my tongue out to touch it, she squirmed before pressing herself closer against me.I sucked what was offered to me, taking her clit inside my mouth and tonguing it lightly.She purred in approval, shifting toward me on the stool.
“More coffee?”
I looked up to find Anita standing over me, ready to pour hot coffee into my cup.But she poured it on me instead.
I screamed, my hands tightening on the steering wheel.I was in my Porsche, and there were lights, the screech of tires.The loud blare of a truck horn.Through a curtain of fog, green-blue eyes gazed at me with such sympathy emotion sprang to my face.I reached out, but the eyes were replaced by the wall of a truck container skidding toward me.I closed my eyes, bracing for impact.
And woke, sweat-soaked, tangled in my sheets, with the sensation of something heavy lying across my chest.
I rolled over and looked at the clock, mentally commanding myself to breathe.Five-thirty in the morning, exactly.The time I always seemed to wake up, with or without an alarm.
