Page 66 of Falling for the Unexpected

“You’re a dork,” she said, laughing at me. “But this has actually been a perfect day and I do want to give you something to thank you for that.”

Suddenly she moved from straddling my lap down to the floor kneeling between my legs while I relaxed back into the couch. I looked directly into her eyes and could see the love radiating from them as she looked up at me.

Very slowly she slid her hands up my thighs finally reaching the button on my jeans. Continuing her slow seduction, she took her time undoing the button and then pulling my zipper down. She knew exactly what she did to me and was enjoying every minute of her teasing. I lifted my hips so she could pull my jeans and boxer briefs down. “Someone is a little impatient,” she said with giggle.

“You have no idea, babe,” I said agreeing with her assessment.

She moved back between legs after removing my pants all the way. She had a firm grip on my cock and started to tease the tip with her thumb, spreading the pearly droplets that had appeared all around the head.

Bending down, she licked the underside of my dick from the base all the way to the tip where she swirled her tongue around. Unable to stop myself, I reached both hands out to tangle my fingers in her hair. I didn’t want to control her movements, but I did want to move her hair out of the way so I didn’t miss watching a single thing her mouth was doing to me.

“That feels incredible,” I told her just as she started to suck on the head. After a few more playful sucks she took me as far as she could in her mouth. I felt the head of my dick hit the back of her throat. That didn’t stop her, though. Instead, she swallowed around my cock providing the most exquisite sensation. She continued to suck me until I felt my balls tighten up in anticipation of an explosive release.

“Babe, I’m going to come,” I warned. But her response was to suck me even harder. I couldn’t hold out even if I wanted to. I felt myself explode in her mouth. She didn’t falter at all, instead she swallowed everything down that I gave her.

After several pulses she pulled her mouth off me. I wasn’t sure how long I sat there spent, with my whole body in recovery mode. I swear, I might have blacked out because my vision had gone blurry and I heard a ringing in my ears. When I was finally fully conscious, my eyes landed on her face with its pleased expression.

“Come here,” I said, my voice hoarse. I pulled her back up into my lap where I kissed her hard. This woman was amazing. I pulled my boxers and pants back on, then we lounged around on the couch for a while longer. Eventually we decided we should try to finish decorating before Stella woke up.

“So, uh, where are these boxes of lights you have?” I asked, trying to focus.

She smirked at me since I was still a little out of it. “In the storage closet out there,” she said, pointing to the door off the tiny balcony. “Let me get you the key.”

The cold air woke me up when I stepped outside. I opened the door and found the chain to turn on the overhead light. The space was small, just enough room for a couple shelves. I barely fit in there. I looked to the shelving on my right and found two boxes of Christmas lights all the way at the top. When I reached up to grab them my hand knocked something off the shelf.

I bent down to pick it up and saw that it was a small mirror. Underneath it was a small baggie. Not quite believing my own eyes, I picked up the baggie. Upon closer inspection, I could see the remnants of white powder at the bottom.

My mind immediately went back to my childhood when I couldn’t walk anywhere in my mother’s house without seeing drug paraphernalia lying around. I must have been standing out there for a while, staring at the offending baggie, because I heard Simone call out for me from the living room.

“Babe, are the lights not out there?” she asked.

I was still in shock and unable to answer her. I heard the screen door slide open. “Hey, what’s going on out here?”

I turned around to face her. “Um…” I didn’t know what to say. A huge part of me didn’t believe she was capable of using drugs, but then I remembered that at one time my mother had been the epitome of the sweet girl next door. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop her from falling down a drug spiral.

I still hadn’t answered Simone so she looked down at my hands. “What is that?” she asked.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I said, hating the way my voice sounded accusatory.

I heard her gasp when she got a better look at what I was holding. “You don’t think that’s mine, do you?”

I heard the hurt clearly in her voice, but I was so lost in my own feelings that I couldn’t push past it. All I saw were the drugs, and that they were in Simone’s closet.

“It’s in your storage closet, Simone,” I pointed out.

“Oh, my God, Kyle! I don’t do drugs. You should know that!” she said, her face getting flushed with anger. “You’re with me almost all the time. That has to be Brad’s. I told you when I filed for divorce that I was worried he might be doing drugs.”

She sounded heartbroken that I hadn’t immediately come to that conclusion myself. And truthfully, I was a little ashamed I hadn’t thought that first either. Unfortunately, the ghosts from my past were taking over, so I continued.

“Yeah but his drug test came back negative,” I reminded her.

She stared at me her mouth open in disbelief. I knew my words had hurt her. I saw her pick up her phone and start typing a message.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m texting Brad to tell him we found his drugs,” she said, furious.

A few minutes later her phone buzzed with an incoming message.