Chapter 37

37

Shelby

I stand at the kitchen sink and look out at the backyard.

One of the hunter-green swings on the wooden swing set moves on its own in the wind.

I swallow hard. I smile.

All I can picture is Oakley out there with friends.

"Nice kitchen, huh?"

"This is heaven," I whisper.

"You haven't seen the rest of the house yet," Faust says.

I turn around. "I don't care about the rest of the house. This is… ours. Right?"

"That's right, sweetie."

He touches my hips and picks me up, sitting me on the counter. "There are four bedrooms upstairs. A nice basement. Obviously we're in the kitchen. Living room. Dining room. A front room. A foyer."

"I've never had a foyer before, Faust."

"Now you do."

"I feel very spoiled."

"As you should."

"You know, I wanted to buy a house for Oakley and me. That was my goal. To finish the book I'm working on, then get the rest of the advance for a down payment and buy a house."

"Well, if you want, when you make it big, pay me back."

I smile. "Sometimes your honesty makes you sound like such a dick."

"That's how honesty goes, sweetie. If you want to buy something for you and the kid, you should. I'm not going to stand in the way of it. If you want to kick back and just enjoy being spoiled, that's fine too. But you're finishing your book. And you're writing a bunch more. I mean, what else are we going to do with the office."

"The… what?" I ask.

Faust pulls me from the counter and takes my hand.

We exit the kitchen to the right.

There's a door that connects to the garage. There's also a small hallway that leads to a half bathroom and then there's one more door at the end of the hallway.

Faust opens the door and nods. "I assume this will be your office."

My jaw drops as I step down into the room.

It's like an old three-season room. Thin carpeting, wood walls, some windows. It has the appeal of a log cabin somewhere tucked in the woods. Outside a few of the windows is nothing but shrubs and thick plants. From another window I can see the backyard.

"I think this is the room that did it for me," Faust says. "Something about it just made me think it's the perfect place for someone to write."

"Faust…"

"So where would you put your desk? In one of the corners? Against the middle window? Or maybe right here in the middle of the floor. That would look really cool. With some bookshelves all around. You'd look all professional and sexy."

I move toward him and can't help myself as I jump into his arms.

His hands grab my ass.

"Middle of the floor for sure," I whisper.

Faust takes a few steps. "So right about… here…?"

I look around. "Yeah."

"What kind of desk?"

"A big one," I say. "L shaped. So I have a spot for my laptop and then a spot for my notes."

"You know I'm going to keep spoiling you, right?"

"Just as long as you know I'm going to keep apologizing…"

"We can't get back the years, Shelby, but you can give me forever."

"Forever is way longer than, what, seven years?" I tease.

"You owe it to me."

"I owe you forever? That's a big task, Faust."

"What are you going to do? Run off again?"

"Too soon," I whisper, then I smile.

Our lips find one another's easily.

It's a soft, warm, romantic kiss. A perfect kiss if you ask me.

Then Faust says, "So, if we're pretending your desk is right here… then…"

He lowers me down so fast I let out a scream.

Next thing I know, I'm on the floor and Faust is on top of me.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm going to fuck you on your pretend desk, sweetie."

Before I can even gasp, Faust moves down my body and opens my jeans.

His hands pull hard. With command.

In seconds he's got me naked from the waist down.

I don't even think he technically owns this place yet.

I don't even think I technically care.

I feel Faust's hot breath at my left inner thigh. His tongue then flickers, teases, and he makes his move, racing between my legs, kissing my body.

I cover my mouth so I don't scream with delight.

His tongue swirls around my clit before he kisses it.

He then moves up to my stomach, lifting my shirt, kissing me over and over.

I then hear the sound of him opening his jeans and zipper.

When I finally feel the powerful, thick swell of his hard cock between my legs, I'm already floating.

He thrusts into me. Deep. With force.

My body jumps. My body takes him.

I grab at his back, pulling myself up and against him.

He grunts into my ear with each powerful thrust.

I moan into his ear feeling the orgasmic pull of pleasure taking over.

I haven't even seen the master bedroom yet.

I cannot wait to explore the rest of this house.

I cannot wait to explore what forever feels like with Faust.

I cannot wait to…

Oh, fuck, forget everything in life… I'm about to come.