INDIGO

As we sit in Bear’s rustic dining room, I admire Siobhan at my side. Whenever she laughs, she leans toward me and her soft hair brushes across my bare arm. I can barely focus on my meal when she smells so inviting. Occasionally, her gaze will find mine, and I feel her reaching into my chest and claiming my racing heart.

If this is how Siobhan’s affection always feels, I can understand why Sync wanted out. He is a man who requires personal space. Back when we were kids hanging out together on the farm, he would suddenly stand up and walk away if he felt people were crowding him. It’s also one of the reasons he moved off the farm. He likes privacy and to be left alone. Only his daughters are allowed to crowd him.

Siobhan’s constant touching must have driven Sync crazy. She is naturally clingy. After one date, she’s already moved me into her house. Siobhan prefers to keep her people close.

Her clinginess feels good to a man like me. My best early memories were of me cuddled up with Lorrie and Bubby. I didn’t want toys or even a home. I only wanted to be close to my people.

After lunch, Siobhan finishes chatting with her friends while I walk outside with mine. The security men aren’t visible when we stand on the front drive. Noticing Bear’s cats at the front windows, I immediately wonder how Siobhan’s cat will handle my dogs visiting soon.

“When do you plan to fess up to Sync?” Bear asks as we stand in the wide driveway and wait for our women to finish up.

“I figure Siobhan will tell him when she picks up the girls.”

“He’ll still need to hash things out with you.”

“Sync once said Siobhan was the best woman he ever knew, so he ought to understand why I want her.”

Tack crosses his arms. “Don’t hide,” he mutters. “It’s your way. I get it. Hiding makes sense. I do it, too. But our lives got better when we fessed up what we were feeling.”

Scratching hard at my jaw, I mutter, “I don’t know why I need to say anything to Sync.”

“He’s your friend. We all came up together. We’re always at his place. He often rides with us. You don’t want that shit to get awkward. ”

“If it was me,” Bear says and frowns at his cats meowing at him from the other side of the window, “I’d want you to be square. He’ll understand. Siobhan hasn’t been in his bed for years. But he’s going to be weirded out by how you didn’t say anything for so long. That’s why you need to clear the air.”

Their words make sense. I can’t build a life with Siobhan if I avoid tough conversations. That doesn’t mean I’m in any hurry to talk shit out with Sync.

On the way to her house, as the motorcycle idles at a stop sign, I run my fingers across her soft hands gripping my shirt. Siobhan immediately tightens her hold on me. Such a small amount of affection instantly excites her.

I pull my motorcycle into the garage, trying to imagine myself living here. Siobhan climbs off and waits for me to follow. She’s watching me with hopeful eyes. I’m unsure what she wants. Am I supposed to say something romantic? Should I propose marriage?

Rather than speak, I cover her lips with mine and enjoy the ease of our attraction. Siobhan instantly wraps her body against mine. I sink my hands into her thick hair and fight the urge to overthink the situation.

Shutting off my brain, I climb off the motorcycle and keep Siobhan glued to my body. Her hip brushes against my hard cock. My body wants her. My heart needs her. Why am I still waiting?

I pop my lips free and wiggle away from her prying hands. Siobhan looks bummed until I tug her inside and keep walking to her bedroom.

Kicking off my boots, I admire Siobhan and enjoy how good she smells. My fingers slide her soft hair from her shoulders before stroking her throat. Siobhan’s eyes close. I brush my lips across hers before sucking at the tender spot just below her right ear.

She inhales sharply, making her tits lift. I cup her left one and tease the nipple as my lips leave wet kisses down her throat.

I remove her shirt to reveal a lacy black bra. My thumbs graze her pink nipples poking through the fabric. Siobhan offers a hopeful moan.

My shirt ends up on the floor next to hers. I undo her jeans and slide them down to the floor. Kissing her thighs, I tug off her shoes. Siobhan runs her fingers through my hair as I inhale her pussy’s sweet scent .

I kiss her belly, thinking of what we made together. Wrapping my arms around her, I rest my cheek against her stomach and silently swear I will give Siobhan whatever she needs to be happy.

Standing, I drop my jeans and boxers. Siobhan stares at my naked body like she’s in shock. I nearly laugh at her reaction, but most of the blood from my brain has moved south by now.

I guide her to the bed and sit on the mattress. With her in front of me, I unlatch her bra and let the lacy fabric fall away. Her tits are gorgeous. The hard nipples are a rosy pink. My hands are soon filled with her soft flesh.

“Indigo,” Siobhan says in a throaty voice.

I lift my gaze from her stellar tits to her smiling face. No one’s ever been more beautiful. Despite her barely contained lust, she kisses me with such tenderness.

My mouth leaves hers and brushes across her nipples. As Siobhan whimpers, her fingers comb through my hair. I slide my tongue across her hard nipples, back and forth, bathing them in my affection.

As I suck her right nipple into my mouth, I wiggle her panties down her hips and let them drop to the floor.

My hands cup her soft ass and guide her onto the bed. Siobhan straddles my hips while I suck on her hard nipples. Her fingers wrap around my cock, stroking me between her palm and slick pussy.

I release her nipple and admire her flushed face draped by her brown hair. She smiles at me, waiting for permission to take my cock inside her body. I reach between us and cup her wet pussy. My index finger slides against her sensitive clit and between her folds.

Licking her lips, Siobhan bucks her hips in response to my finger teasing her. I take my cock from her grip and tap the head against her clit. Her thighs spread, offering up her hot pussy. My cock fills her inch by inch.

Exhaling in a pleasured sigh, Siobhan lifts her hips and her pussy tightens around my dick. We groan together from the sensation. I wrap one hand around her hip and hold her bouncing tit with my other.

Siobhan’s hands rest on my chest as she chases an orgasm. With her hips rolling fast and her pussy sucking hard at my cock, I’m bound to come when she does.

I give her clit a gentle pinch, and she cries out my name like she’s on fire. A flush of hot juices drenches my balls as she comes wildly. Her pussy grips my dick like a velvet vise until I see fucking stars.

Siobhan collapses on top of me, out of breath, seeming delirious. Rolling her over onto her back, I remain balls deep inside her and keep thrusting. My orgasm seems like it’ll never end. I lose all control of myself. Siobhan’s pussy won’t relent, gripping my cock even after I’m spent and propped over her.

I stare into her eyes. She seems scared. Or overwhelmed. When a smile warms her flushed face, I mimic her.

“We have nowhere to be,” I whisper. “I want to stay in your room for a while.”

Siobhan’s smile widens. Her fingers curl around the back of my neck and tug me closer. She wraps her legs around my hips. Kissing her, I can’t see past the heat I’ve created with Siobhan. All my old hangups fade away. I only want more.