Page 13 of Summer Sweethearts
“Nothing. I just have a lot on my mind with the wedding. I’m sorry if you felt it was anything to do with you,” he responds quickly, and I can tell his apology is sincere, but he’s not telling me the whole truth.
I quirk a brow at him and purse my lips. “Are you sure?”
“Yup,” he pops the p and gives me a quick hug. “I’m fine, Lor. Everything is fine. Now, I have to pick a display, so if there’s nothing else?”
I turn but look at him out of the corner of my eye. He’s hiding something. I’m not sure what’s going on, but it’s obvious he’s not going to tell me. Sighing, I head back to the counter while planning to keep my eye on my friend and boss. He’s up to something, and I don’t like it one bit.
The work day continues with me ringing out customers here and there and putting some stock we got in on the shelves. I’m glad that for a small town like this, Aiden’s store is never slow. He’s made a name for himself and the books he carries. Plus, the items Dwight whips up in the kitchen are top-notch. People make the trip from other towns to buy books here and stock up on sweet treats.
I watch Aiden, still fully aware that he’s not telling me something, but I leave it alone. The thing with Aiden is he’s full of little devious plans, while always having the best intentions. It’s possible I’m just reading his wedding jitters the wrong way. Only time will tell, and if he’s planning some crazy vacation dating game like he did with Cara and her guys, he’s too late since Jessica and I are already living together.
Speaking of my sexy girlfriend, I pull my phone from my apron and check my messages. Sure enough, there is one from my girl.
Jessica:
Be home late. Don’t wait for me to eat.
Jessica:
Still weird to call your place home. Are you sure this isn’t too much too soon?
I snort at her second message because she needs to stop overthinking this living together thing. Sure, it was fast, but it’s going well so far, and I enjoy having someone to share my space with. Also, it’s not like we just met yesterday and moved in together. We’ve been tiptoeing around this little crush on one another for months. At thirty-two, I could really care less what anyone else thinks or feels about what we’re doing. As long as we are both okay with it, then the rest doesn’t fucking matter to me.
I need to text her back, so I hurriedly respond.
Me:
I’m off in ten so I’ll see you when you get there. No biggie I’ll just heat some leftovers.
Me:
And no this isn’t too much too soon unless you feel that way. We are doing things how it feels right for us. Plus your fucking apartment burned down. Was I supposed to let my girl live in a box under the bridge?
Dimming the screen with a smug smirk on my face, I drop my phone back into my apron and set out to start the closing routine.Wiping down the tables, putting away any books that weren’t chosen, and emptying the trash before turning the sign to closed and locking up. “I’m heading out, Aiden. See you Monday!” I shout as I lock the door behind me, and walk into crisp spring air, heading across the street to start the short walk home.
True to my text, when I get home, I shed my spring jacket, hang it over the back of a chair in the kitchen, and pull out some beef stew from the fridge. After reheating it, I sit at the table and eat while mindlessly scrolling through social media. When I’m done and there’s still no sign of Jessica, I clean up and head to the bathroom to shower.
Turning on the water so it can warm up, I shed my clothes and step in when the water is to my liking. I wash my hair and body and spend a little extra time under the hot spray to use my favorite sugar scrub. When I’m done, I rinse the conditioner from my hair and turn the water off, grabbing a towel as I step out. Throwing on a t-shirt, I slide into bed, turn on the television, and watch Netflix while I wait for Jessica to come home.
Warm lips run up my leg from my ankle to my thigh. I moan at the sensation and slowly blink my eyes open. Letting my eyes adjust to the room, I see the television still on with the ‘Are you still there?’ screen. Soft, supple lips graze my inner thigh once more, and I snap my gaze to my lower body to see my girl smiling up at me. “Hey, sleepyhead,” she whispers and kisses my skin again. “You looked so peaceful sleeping, but when you shifted, I noticed you didn’t have any panties on, and I couldn’t help myself.”
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I was watching Netflix, waiting for you, and must have passed out. Glad to know the sexy woman between my legs wasn’t just a dream.” I smirk at her as she shimmies up my body, bracing herself on her hands on either side of my head, and kisses me softly. She pushes her tongue into my mouth, and I open, allowing her to swirl her tongue around mine.
“I want you, Lor. Can I have you?” she murmurs against my lips. I nod my head, but that’s not good enough for her. “Words, Loretta, or we’re just going to bed.”
“Please, Jess!” I whine as she runs a hand down my chest and cups my breast, squeezing and kneading it as she waits for my answer.
“Sit up, baby,” she commands, sitting back on her heels to give me space to comply with her demand. As soon as I’m upright, she grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it off over my head. “God, you’re a fucking vision, Loretta. And you’re all mine.” She leans in and kisses me again. I run my hands up her bare thighs, find the bottom of her dress, and lift it up off of her. She pushes me back against the mattress, kissing down my neck and chest before making her way to my tits.
Starting at my breastbone, she licks up the side of my left breast to my nipple, sucking my taut bud into her mouth hard. I arch my chest up, pushing my flesh against her face harder. She giggles before dragging her teeth, softly nipping my stiff peak. Happy with the attention to my tits, she lowers herself down my body so she is between my legs. I open them wider for her. She runs two fingers down my mound, through my folds, and slides them right into my hot, waiting center. “Gods, yes!” I cry at the feel of her curling them inside me, rubbing me in all the right places.
Sticking out her pretty pink tongue, she looks up at me as she lowers her mouth to my pussy and flattens her tongue, licking me from where her fingers are inside me to my clit. She laps at my clit before sucking on it gently, and when she releases, she blows her cool breath across my sensitive flesh. I moan and thrust my pelvis up against her lips as she continues to lick through my folds. Moving her free hand, she brings it up, curling it so she can spread my outer lips. Using the tip of her tongue, she flicks up and down quickly on my bundle of nerves, and I detonate. “Ahhh, yeess!” I scream into the room, riding her face as I come down from my high.
Jess pulls her fingers from me and sticks them in her mouth, cleaning my juices from them. “You are the tastiest little treat, baby,” she coos as she moves to kiss me. I lick against the seam of her lips, and she opens, allowing me to tangle my tongue with hers, tasting myself on her.
“I want to taste you, Jess. Want to make you feel as good as you do me.” I push her off of me and flip so I’m hovering over her. I kiss her gently before quickly sliding down her body to the apex of her thighs. Grabbing her behind the knees, I shove her legs up and apart so that her pussy is wide open, ready for me. I lean down and plunge my tongue into her tight hole with no warning, fucking her with my tongue.
“Fuuck,” she cries as I slide my tongue from her core up to her clit, nibbling her with my teeth. Pulling back, I take her clit between my teeth softly before releasing and flicking my tongue up and down at a hurried pace. “Stop,” she pants, lightly putting a hand on my head, pushing me away from her. I pull back and look at her curiously, wondering why she wants me to stop when she seems close to coming. “I don’t want to come on your tongue, baby. I want more. Do you trust me?”
