Chapter Twelve

John

I have no idea exactly how long I lie here and hold her, but it’s long past when her breathing evens out and she drifts off to sleep. Having Eve in my arms, in my bed, feels right. It’s as if I’ve been floating through life, just waiting for us to reunite once more. She used to own my heart, and even as I traveled through life for the twelve years after we broke up, I’m certain she still had a big piece of it.

She’s always been the one.

Even though I don’t want to move, I know I need to get up and dispose of the condom. Carefully, I pull my arm out from under her and roll away. The moment I stand beside my bed, my eyes are drawn to the beautiful, naked woman curled up against my pillow. So much has changed over the last decade, but through all the ups and downs in life, I wouldn’t change a thing. Everything led me here, to this moment.

To her.

I slip out into the hallway and use the bathroom. Once I’ve finished, I grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water. Before returning to where I left Eve, I make sure the front door is locked—something I didn’t do when we came into the house—and ensure Biggie has plenty of food and water. I find him sitting in the recliner, an annoyed look on his face as he watches me out of the corner of his eye.

“Don’t be jealous,” I tell my cat, reaching down to pet his head. He leans into my touch, purring a little.

I return to my bedroom and climb beneath the comforter. Gently, I use the cloth and wipe down Eve’s thighs and pussy, barely causing her to stir. I can’t help the proud smile that spreads across my lips. I did that. She’s worn out and completely satisfied because of me.

When I reach for her, she comes willingly, sliding into my arms and curling against my chest. My heart pounds a light happy beat. Gently, I stroke my thumb against her shoulder, breathing in the feel of her in my arms. She mumbles incoherently and snuggles deeper into my arms before falling into a heavy slumber.

I don’t know exactly how long I lie awake, but it’s quite a while. Back when we were dating in high school, our intimate time together was always too short. Stolen moments in the back seat of a car or in the cab of my truck. Occasionally, we’d get a little too handsy and things would happen during a studying session, usually at my house before my mom got home from work, but we’d never had the opportunity to truly snuggle or spend the night.

Not until that one time when we were twenty-one. She was living in the apartment above the salon, and it was the first time we’d ever been able to stay, falling asleep in each other’s arms with no time constraints or expectations.

I messed that up though, leaving before she woke the next morning, and I’ll be damned if I ever do that again. I’ll be right here when she wakes up, and not just because it’s my house. I’d never want to cause her pain, especially after something as special as sleeping together.

My own eyelids finally grow heavy, so I relax against my pillow and let sleep grab hold. My dreams are filled with her, of having my first love back in my arms. Only this time, Eve won’t only be in my dreams. She’ll be in my arms when I wake too.

I hold perfectly still, trying to control my breathing as she wraps her warm, wet lips around my cock. I’m hard and ready, but I refuse to move a muscle. I want to find out what happens next, and that means pretending to sleep.

Eve cups my balls as she draws my cock down her throat. I’m unable to keep from groaning, the pleasure slamming into me like a wave on the shore. “I was wondering how long you were going to pretend to sleep,” she murmurs before licking my cock from root to tip and sucking it deep into her mouth once more.

I crack my eyes open and take in the glorious sight. She’s still naked, sitting on her knees beside me and leaning over. Her lips provide the right amount of suction as she bobs up and down. Reaching out, I take her hair in my right hand and hold it out of the way. “How did you know I was pretending?” I ask, my voice gravelly with lust.

“Your whole body was tense and your eyelids kept flickering when I started to stroke,” she informs me, doing just that once more, only this time adding her mouth into the mix.

“Mmm, my eyelids gave it away, huh?”

“They did,” she states, tightening her grip on my shaft as she sucks. “Wanna know what I was thinking?” she asks after a few moments.

“If it has anything at all to do with you sitting on my cock and bouncing, then, yes, yes, I want to know.”

She giggles, swirling the head of my cock with her tongue and driving me absolutely insane. “You’re close. I was just thinking how dirty we both are.”

“Dirty,” I grumble, as dirty images parade through my mind like a porno. “I like dirty.”

“Yes, I know, and when you’re dirty, that means you should shower. I’ve never had shower sex before,” she explains.

My eyes fly open again and focus on her face. She’s blushing, her gaze averted to my cock as she twists her hand against my hardness. “You’ve never had shower sex before?”

Shaking her head, she confirms, “Nope.”

I’m moving before I can even think twice. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, fireman-carry style, and stalk across the hall to my bathroom.

“John! Oh my God, put me down!” she hollers, slapping my bare ass with her palm.

I do the same, causing her to yelp. When we reach the bathroom, I slowly lower her to the floor and hold her against me. “I can’t believe you did that?” she huffs, but the smile on her face lets me know her annoyance is inaccurate.

“Can’t believe I did what? Threw you over my shoulder or slapped your ass when you did it first?”

She barks out a laugh. “Well, throwing me over your shoulder,” she says, sliding her palms up my chest and wrapping them around my neck.

“When my lady expresses a desire for shower sex, I give her what she wants,” I state, brushing my mouth across hers.

“What if I said I wanted ice cream for breakfast?” she asks, her hard nipples dancing across my skin.

“Done.”

“What if I said I wanted to get fifteen more cats and turn my house into a cat sanctuary?”

“I’d say the more the merrier,” I reply, cupping her left breast in my palm and rolling the nipple between my thumb and index finger.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, her eyes rolling to a close as her breathing deepens.

“Like that?” I ask, making sure to show the other nipple just as much attention.

“Yes,” she replies breathlessly.

Quickly, I flip on the water, making sure the hot is on full blast. While we wait for it to heat up, I dip my head, sucking one perfect little rosebud nipple into my mouth. “You taste like honey, all candy sweet and ripe. I want to lick every inch of your skin.”

Her fingers dive into my hair, digging into my scalp. Every time she does that, it’s like tossing gasoline onto an already blazing inferno.

I reach back, flipping on the cold water before taking her in my arms and climbing into the shower, pulling the clear curtain closed. The water temperature is still on the hot side, so I adjust it with my hand as my mouth claims hers. She gasps when her back hits the cold tile, giving me the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss. My cock is thick and ready between us. Lifting her in my arms, she wraps her legs around my waist, lining her pussy up with my cock.

“Shit, I didn’t grab a condom,” I chastise myself, pissed off for not thinking of this sooner than right now.

She places her hands against my cheeks. “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”

My breathing hitches as I gaze into her green eyes. “I’ve never…I’d never risk you.”

A soft smile spreads across her lips. “I know. I trust you.”

I lean forward, pressing my mouth to hers as we move together, her pussy gripping the head of my cock. Slowly, I lower her down, feeling myself sink inside her hot, wet body inch by glorious inch. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I mutter, lost in the feeling.

“Only with you,” she whispers, running wet hands through my hair.

My muscles already burn, but I ignore any discomfort. We move, using the wall as leverage, as I hold her in place and start to fuck her. Steam rises and sweat starts to gather on my skin. My eyes are locked on hers, lost in the euphoria our bodies create, when something happens behind me. We both pause, wide-eyed and breathing heavy, as we try to figure out what the noise was.

I’m just about to say something about Biggie causing problems again, when I hear my front door close. “John! Good morning!”

Eve gasps, her hand covering her mouth. “Is that…your mom?” she whisper-yells.

“We brought breakfast!” a feminine voice accompanies the first greeting.

I groan and nod. “And my grandma,” I mutter.

Eve tries to scramble off my cock. “The bathroom door’s open!” she utters, looking over my shoulder.

“Shit,” I grumble, carefully setting her down. My erection is already dying a quick, painful death. “In the shower. Be right out,” I holler, praying they don’t come down the hall.

“We’ll be in the kitchen,” Mom replies.

“This is so embarrassing,” Eve mutters, covering her face with her hands.

“Hey, don’t worry about them,” I say, reaching up and grabbing her hands. I place kisses on her knuckles as I remove them from her face.

“How can I not worry about them, John? We’re naked in the shower, and either one of them can walk in and see us, thanks to your transparent shower curtain,” she chastises.

I glance over my shoulder and reach for a towel hanging on the shelf above the toilet. “Give me a second.” I slip out of the shower, wrapping the towel around my waist as I go. Tiptoeing to the door, I gently close it, making sure my mom or grandma can’t happen upon Eve and me. “There.”

She shuts off the water and pulls back the curtain. “Yes, but how am I supposed to walk out of here when I don’t have any clothes? They’re all in your room,” she grumbles.

Realizing this is a bigger problem than I initially thought, I run my hand through my wet hair. “I’ll run across to my room and throw on shorts. When I’m dressed, I’ll distract them in the kitchen. You slip into my room and get dressed.”

She huffs. “But they’ll still know I was here. It’s not like I can slip out of here without them knowing.”

I grab a second towel and wrap it around her wet body. “True,” I reply, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose. “But would it be so bad if they knew you stayed the night? I mean, we’re both adults here.”

“I know, but this isn’t exactly how I wanted to run into your mom and grandma again.”

Smiling, I pull her against my chest and hold her close. “I get it, and it’s going to be okay, I promise. Give me a few minutes to throw on some clothes and then you can run across the hall and do the same.”

“All right,” she replies, her face pressed into my chest.

“Ready?”

She nods and takes a step back, holding the towel securely around her. Sadly, I won’t be able to peel it off her body anytime soon, but now isn’t the time to think about that. I need to run interference before my mom or grandma realizes I wasn’t alone in here.

I slip out of the bathroom and go across the hall, shutting my door behind me. After I toss the towel into the hamper in the closet, I grab a pair of sweatpants from my dresser and the first T-shirt I can find. I take a quick glance in the mirror, running my hand through my hair, and head for the door.

Just as I pull it open and step out into the hall, I find my mom in the living room. She’s picking something up off the floor, and it isn’t until she holds it up that I realize what it is. “What is this?” she asks, her eyes wide as she gapes at the woman’s black sweater.

My mouth opens, and before I can utter a word, Grandma passes me and reaches for the bathroom doorknob. She twists it, pushing the door open. I turn to stop her, holding my hand up, but it’s no use. She’s already inside, and a loud squeal erupts from within.

It all happens so fast.

Grandma steps out and slams the door behind her. I can feel two sets of eyes on me, but for the life of me, I have no idea what to do or say. Clearing my throat, I point to the kitchen. The two women in my life move, both walking to the kitchen table. Grandma busts out into a fit of laughter, causing my mom to giggle.

“John Mitchell,” Mom chastises through her snickers.

“I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t realize someone was in the bathroom,” Grandma announces, a huge smile on her face.

“Well,” Mom states, clearing her throat, “that explains the sweater.”

“Are you two done?” I ask, willing my heartbeat to slow down.

“Yes, sorry,” Mom replies, still grinning from ear to ear. She hands over Eve’s sweater.

Grandma walks over, mirth reflecting in her eyes. “We brought breakfast!”

I sigh and shake my head. “Give me a minute. I’ll be right back.” I spin around and return to the bathroom, finding the door still closed. Gently, I knock. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” Eve mutters.

I walk into the bathroom and find her sitting on the edge of the tub, her eyes wide with shock. “Sorry about that. Uhh, Grandma didn’t realize someone was in the bathroom.”

She sighs, her shoulders slouching. “I figured. That was so embarrassing.”

“At least you were wearing a towel,” I reply, unable to stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth.

Her eyes narrow. “Yes, because that kept the whole thing from being humiliating.”

I can’t help it, I smile. Walking over to her, I crouch in front of her and place a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Well, at this point, they know you’re here. Might as well get dressed and come eat some breakfast. I don’t know what they brought, but it smells good.” I place her sweater on her lap and stand up.

“Do they do this often? Show up unannounced like this?”

“Well, considering I’ve only been here about two weeks, I can confirm, yes. Though I’m not sure if it’s because that’s how they are, or they’ve just missed me for the last twelve years…or both.”

She takes a deep breath and stands up. “Well, I suppose I can’t hide in here all day.”

“Nope. Come on, let’s go eat.”