19. Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Mia

It’s Friday and I’m waiting around for Eric to get home from work. Since we had sex in his kitchen, he’s more relaxed around me. It’s like he’s finally willing to accept that there’s something between us.

It’s nice to be open about our attraction to each other in the daylight and not have to hide it away until night time.

We did manage to wait until we were in his bed last night to have sex, but he did invite me to sleep in his bed at dinner. No sneaking into his room anymore.

I’m starting to feel happier and less afraid to sleep at night. I talked to my brothers. It seems as if Don is back in Cleveland. The police have confirmed it, and Gabe even stalked out his house to confirm it for himself.

They still want me to give it some time before I come home to make sure he doesn’t leave again. But Gabe thinks I should be able to come back in the next couple of weeks.

That’s good news. It’s great news. I can go home and have my life back. So, why am I not excited about the idea of going back home?

Before I have time to analyze it, the door opens. Eric places his briefcase at the front entryway and kicks off his shoes.

He’s been back to work for five days, and every day he comes home with a frown on his face. I don’t want to say anything, but I don’t understand why he stays at his job. Sure, he clearly makes a good living there based on his house, but it can’t be worth it if he’s miserable.

I now have a mission every day he gets home to put a smile on his face or at least relieve his stress somehow.

I have dinner ready on the table with wine already poured. It takes a little while to get him loosened up, but I eventually see the tension in his shoulders begin to fade.

After we eat, we’re sitting on the couch with our wine when I spot the game of twister.

I laugh. “Playing Twister in your spare time?” I point.

He looks over and shrugs. “My niece brought it over one time.”

I can’t help the surprised look on my face. “And did you play it?”

He smiles. “Of course I played it. I can’t say no to her.”

That makes me laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

“I just can’t picture you playing twister.

“Pfft…I’m amazing at Twister.”

“Too bad we don’t have a third person here to be the spinner, because I’d love to see you try to beat me.”

“Well, there just happens to be an app for that,” he says as he pulls his phone out. “Go get the mat and set it up. Also, be prepared to lose.”

“An app?” I ask as I get up.

He proceeds to connect his phone to the surround sound speakers, where there is indeed an app that will call out the colors and body parts for us.

Once the mat is spread out on the floor, we both stand on each end of it. He’s ditched his work shirt for just his white undershirt and black slacks. He looks incredibly handsome.

The sound of a wheel spinning echoes through the speakers until it starts to slow down. His eyebrows raise at me with a smirk on his face as we wait.

“Left foot, red,” the lady tells us.

I put my left foot on the red circle right in front of me. Eric walks onto the mat and places his foot on the circle next to mine instead of on the other end of the mat. I look up at him as he invades my space.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He smiles down at me. “It’s called strategy, Mia.”

The wheel spins again, and we wait. This time I’m trying to figure out what my next move can be to mess with him. The next move is right hand green. Before he can do anything, I place my right hand on the circles that would be easiest for him.

I think I’ve won, but it is equally as awkward for me, and he ends up leaning over my entire body to get to his circle.

“Right foot, yellow.”

We both manage to get our right feet on yellow, but my ass is in the air, and he is standing over me like he’s about to fuck me from behind.

“Was this your strategy?” I ask as I look over my head. “To get me in this position so you could fuck me?”

He chuckles. “It wasn’t, but I’m thinking this is ending up better than I had originally planned.”

“Left hand, blue.”

Fuck, our hands and feet are spread out on opposite ends of the mat. I’m already sweating. Our limbs are already a tangled mess, and it seems this was exactly what he was going for. While I already feel my arms tiring, showing my poor upper body strength, he feels sturdy as a tree above me.

A couple more moves and I have my left arm woven under my right, and my legs crossed giving me little balance from my lower body. I’m relying heavily on my arms to hold me up, and I feel my body start to shake from the strain of it.

He’s laughing above me. “Are you having a seizure down there?”

“Fuck you. This is your fault, you got me all tangled up too quickly,” I say through panted breath just before my arms give out and fall onto my stomach.

I roll onto my back and Eric is standing up with his arms in the air. “Victory is mine.”

My eyebrows draw together as I watch him gloat. “I still feel like you did that to get me into a compromising position. Was this all about sex to you?”

He steps onto the mat until he’s towering over me. “I was playing to win. If I wanted it to be about sex, I would’ve made it about sex.”

My eyes open wide. “That kind of feels like a threat.”

“Stand up and find out for yourself.”

I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about, but the wheel starts to spin again so I think we are about to play another round. As soon as I stand up, he grabs his phone and pauses the spinner.

“I think I can call these next few on my own,” he says as he looks my body up and down in the way that makes me break out into goosebumps.

“Turn around,” he demands.

I’m not sure why he wants me to do that, but I also can tell by the look on his face that he’ll get angrier by the second if I don’t listen. I may also really want to find out what he’s intending on doing.

“Left hand blue,” he calls out standing behind me.

I place my left hand on the circle then wait for another command.

“Right hand yellow,” he says as he takes a step closer to me.

I’m now standing with both hands on the mat, my knees bent slightly with my ass in the air. I watch him with my head upside down. He kneels right behind me.

“There it is. I think I like this position. Let’s see how long you last here,” he says, then I feel his hands at the top of my yoga pants.

Next thing I know, air hits my bottom when he pulls them down quickly with my underwear. His hands grip my ass and spread me apart. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this on display for someone. But the guttural groan that reverberates from him makes me feel slightly more confident.

“This pussy, Mia. I think about it every second of the day. I dream about it. I swear, I live for it right now.”

Those are his words before his mouth closes over my clit and sucks.

I moan instantly at the sensations it evokes. It feels like he has a roadmap to my body, knowing exactly which turns to take to make me come or how to draw it out. It’s overwhelming.

His tongue drags long licks from my clit to my pussy as he spreads me wider with his thumbs. He makes his own sounds of pleasure like I’m the one doing it to him.

His tongue moves further until it hits my back entrance where his hands then grip my ass. His tongue continues circles at my hole which makes me let out a loud moan. It feels so good that my legs begin to shake. He starts to push his tongue inside then pull out, repeating this process as he fucks me with his tongue. He continues this while his thumb rubs my clit.

I’m panting and swearing as I’m on the edge, so close but just not there.

“You need more, Mia?” he says against my clit. “I can give you more.”

He stands up and drops his pants, pulling a condom out of nowhere. Next thing I know, his thick dick pushes into me so slowly I want to scream at him. But with his hands on my hips, he takes his time until he’s all the way in.

“Is that enough for you? You think you can come with my cock deep inside you now?” he asks then pulls out and pushes into me a bit harder this time.

He picks up speed, fucking me harder while keeping me upright with his hands on my hips. I’m begging for more, pleading for him to make me come when he sticks his thumb in my ass, and I go off. I can barely keep myself up, but I wait until I hear him come then my arms give out.

We both fall to the ground, laughing on our way down as we hit the mat.

I look over at him and witness him in hysterics, laughing without a care in the world. My heart suddenly beats off tempo, as I realize I’ve never felt more gratified in my life than watching this man break free from his own head, knowing I had something to do with it.

“I like playing Twister with you,” I smile as I watch him.

His eyes have a twinkle in them when he looks at me. “I think I like everything more when it’s with you.”

And that’s the moment I realize that I am falling in love with this man. Because no words have ever felt more right or more accurate. Everything feels better with him around, even if he’s being a grump.