Page 59 of Never Without You
I’m getting all the rush I need at home.
One of my favorite nights so far was not longafter I’d been released from the hospital, and Theresa had comehome to find me clean shaven. I didn’t have to lose the mustacheand beard, but I don’t want to be mistaken for Alexei, or any otherRussian-born Berenikoff, ever again.
She knew my routine and met me and Boo in thepark, where we were playing Frisbee. I’ll never forget herreaction. She put her hands on my cheeks and said, “Holy shit.You’re beautiful. I mean, I loved the beard, and thought you werehot before, but look at you. You’re stunning.”
“Tell me more.”
“Let’s go home and I’ll show youinstead.”
Remember incentivizing through reward? That’show Theresa got me to agree to buy the money pit. She never askedme to do it. She never brought up the house again after we’d spentan hour walking through and around it. But after a week of the mostincredible blowjobs – my Flower knows how to use her talented mouthon my cock – I would’ve surfed naked on the Charles River inJanuary for her.
We’re packing up the townhouse. Six monthsafter the shooting, I’m doing well in PT, and I don’t have to wearthe sling anymore, but my arm is at about seventy percent. I canpack, but I can’t lift more than the coffeepot with my right hand.Not yet.
“Ethan,” Theresa shouts from upstairs.
“Yeah, babe.”
“I’m sending Boo down to you. He’s messingwith the clothes in the suitcases as I’m packing.”
The dog plays her. He knows she’s sweeterthan sugar and he takes advantage. He doesn’t do that shit with me.I whistle and he comes running down the steps. I give him a treatand tell him to go lie down on his bed in the living room. Off hegoes, happy to oblige.
I go back to checking the boxes’ contents,sealing them, numbering them and entering the contents next to thebox’s number in my moving log. It’s going to be crazy enough inthat house without ripping open every box to try to find where weput shit.
As I’m bent over a box, I hear Theresa’sfootfall on the stairs. A minute later she’s behind me caressing myass.
“You want some of that, baby?”
“I always want some of this,” she purrs.
Damn. The sound of her throaty, sexy voicegets me hard.
She unbuckles my belt, unzips my jeans, andpulls them down to my thighs. Then she turns around, pulls down heryoga pants, and wiggles her fantastic ass at me. I bend her at thewaist with my left arm and start working her pussy with the fingersof my right hand. This, I have no trouble doing. She’s squirmingand moaning as I get her wet, and just as I position my dick at herentrance, the doorbell rings.
“Ignore it,” she rasps out.
My baby wants some of me and she’s going toget it. I sink in and she grips the lip of the counter. We’reungloved. After all the blood tests I had in the hospital, we knowI’m clean, and Theresa took a test more for her peace of mind thanmine.
Damn, she’s hot and wet, and she works me upso fast, I can feel my balls tighten up.
The doorbell rings again.
I keep driving intomysweet pussy,and I’m close. I reach around and squeeze her clit, then brush itlightly. She’s panting my name. I squeeze again and she pushesback, letting out a low moan as her spasming pulls it out ofme.
I collapse on her back and huff, “You’re agreat lay, baby.”
She laughs and I hold her tight to keep herfrom pushing me out of her body.
The doorbell rings again, accompanied byknocking, which gets Boo up and barking.
“Do you think if we stay quiet whoever it iswill think only the dog is home?”
“It’s worth a try,” I say into her ear.
The doorbell rings again, more knocking, anda muffled shout that sounds like, “Ter, you home?”
Shit. Slowly I pull out and I stuff myselfinto my pants. “I’ll get it.”
I hear Theresa move to the downstairsbathroom, and I buckle my belt before I look at the iPad next tothe door. Yeah, I upped the security on the townhouse, and our newplace will have even more.
