holding, okay, but
kissing in public he has never done before. Huh, guess there's a first time for
everything.
"You're one
lucky bastard Jackson." He was still eyeing me up and down. I'm guessing
he's not one of us, the men here knew better than to ogle another man's wife. I
felt the tension in Cody’s body like he was about to spring. I rubbed his back
soothingly and laid my head on his shoulder.
"I'll see you next week Sykes." That
was dismissively rude.
"Yeah, see you." He smirked as he walked away.
"Hold my calls." He led me into his
inner office still steamed.
"What are you doing here love?"
"I missed you." I
could tell he was still pissed off but trying to hide it.
"You did huh." He kissed the shit
outta me. Made my toes curl and my hoohah tingle. It
had been about three or four hours since he was inside me, I could go for
seconds. I rubbed myself against him not remembering why I was even here.
"You'll have to be quiet baby okay."
"Uh huh." What? I can do quiet.
He sat me
on his desk, pulled my pants down and off, unzipped and drove home. Fuck this
shit was hot he fucked me so hard, harder than he ever had. I couldn't help but
wonder if this had something to do with that Sykes guy ogling me. He looked
into my eyes the whole time he was nailing me. My heels were digging into his
ass and my pussy was squeezing the life out of his dick. I bit my lip and
rocked my hips against him as he pulled me tighter onto him. We both came hard
and long before he pulled out and reached for the tissue box on his desk.
After he cleaned me up I hopped down off his
desk and fixed my clothes.
"Well hello to you too." I was still
out of breath, which made him smirk at me. I wanted to jump his dick again. He
was in the habit of visiting me at random times in the night. It didn't matter
if he had been with one of the others it seemed he liked sleeping with me.
Sometimes all we did was cuddle but that was enough for me. On the nights that
he stayed away I hugged the big plush teddy bear that he had gotten for me,
that I'd wrapped in one of his tee shirts, until I fell asleep.
"You know that's not why I came here. I
actually wanted to ask you something, but. BONUS." I liked making him
laugh, which he was doing now as he pulled me down on his lap behind his desk.
"What did you need to ask me sweetheart?"
He kissed my hair. The man can’t keep his hands off of me.
"You know that little cottage thing behind
the house? I was wondering if I could turn it into some sort of work
space." He scrunched up his brow.
"Work space for what?"
"My soap making and stuff."
"You make soap?"
"Why do you say it like that? You think I'm
a fluff head or something? I can make soap and candles among other things. I'm
very good at it thank you very much."
"Isn't that kind of dangerous, soap making,
with chemicals and stuff?"
"Not really, it's just lye, you use that in liquid Drano and
other household products, no biggie."
"I'll have to have the place inspected, make sure it's up to
snuff, can't have you puttering around in an unsafe shack."
"Cody it's not a shack."
"You've been inside that place?" Now he was being a papa
bear, all growly and shit.
"No, I just walked around it but I didn't
go inside." I sought to placate him.
"Okay then. Like I said I'll have someone
come out and look at it before you set foot in there."
"Alana can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, what's on your mind?" He was just so cute I
couldn't resist nibbling on his ear.
"We've been intimate for over a month, and I spend most
nights with you. I don't recall you having your, ahem..." He turned red as
a cherry. What the hell was going on in his head now?
"My what babe?"
"You know. Your...monthlies."
Oh shit, he's right. I jumped off his lap and ran for my bag where
I had my phone. "Oh shit.”
Chapter 11
Alana
"What the fuck,
this can't be right. Is this right, what the fuck?" I'm staring at the
calendar on my phone, the one I use to keep track of my cycle,
Dean Wesley Smith, Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Martin A. Lee, Bruce Shlain