11. Davis

One week later…

Iwake up to the jolt of the bathroom door closing. Mel’s side of the bed is empty but still warm and I reach for my hearing aids, not wanting to miss her singing.

Sure enough, the shower’s running and Mel’s singing one of her favorite Taylor Swift songs. It’s muffled by the wall that separates us, but I recognize the tune and her sweet voice.

I never thought I’d be a Swiftie, but two weeks of living with one has made me the biggest convert.

A smile crosses my face as I sit up in bed. The last two weeks have been the best of my life, and the past week has been phenomenal.

I’ll never get tired of waking up with Mel in my shower, or in my bed, or in my arms, which is how I’ve woken up every morning since she climbed into my bed a week ago.

I don’t know what this thing is between us. We haven’t spoken about it, because I don’t want to distract her from the promotion she’s going for.

Mel passed the first interview with no effort, but today is the next stage. She’s due in the office in a few hours to do a presentation for the board.

I’ve been running through it with her for the last few days. I know more about the financial markets then I ever thought I would and am in absolute awe of this woman who navigates them every day like they’re child’s play.

If I wasn’t in love with Mel before, I sure am now.

The shower turns off, and a few moments later she comes through to the bedroom wrapped in a towel that barely covers her luscious body.

My gaze travels over her wet skin, and my cock springs to life.

“Sorry.” She winces. “I tried to be quiet.”

I check the bedside clock, and it’s not yet 6:00 a.m. To get into Charlotte on time, I need to drop Mel at the train station at seven.

I offered to drive her all the way to the office, but she insists on getting the train. She wants to go over her presentation on the commute, which she can’t do on the back of a bike.

I can’t argue with that. But an uneasy feeling has been growing in my gut about her returning to Charlotte. What if she never comes back?

Overcome by a sudden need to hold her, I climb out of bed and wrap my arms around her towel-clad body.

Her breasts press into my chest, and she sighs when she feels my boner rubbing against her.

“You got any nerves you need me to take care of?”

I nibble at her neck and she moans, her hips reflexively rolling against me.

“I wish there was time, but I have a train to catch.”

She leans her toros away from me, but her hips linger against mine.

“There’s always time.”

I slid my hand up her towel, and before she can protest my hand cups her mound. The hairs are springy and wet from the shower and I rock her on my palm, putting pressure on her sensitive nub.

She closes her eyes and groans.

“Davis…” Her voice is breathless and needy. “I’ll be late.”

I slide a finger into her slick wetness and her hips buck forward, rolling onto my palm. She grabs my shoulders to steady herself, her actions contrary to her words.

“I’ll be quick…”

“Exactly what a woman wants to hear…” she teases.

I kiss her mouth as my fingers give her what she needs. But it’s not enough. She’s about to disappear into the city, and when she sees what she’s been missing, the flashy buildings, the expensive cafes, the men of business in suits with good jobs and fat wallets, she might forget about what we have.

I want to leave her with something to remember me by. I want to make her come so hard she’ll have to come back for more.

Maneuvering her body, I spin Mel around and onto the bed, face first. The towel flies open, and she gives a yelp of surprise as I press down on her upper back and quickly pull her hips up toward me as I sink to my knees.

I spread her creamy thighs and press my mouth to her sex before she can wiggle away. Mel is a woman who likes to be in control, and I’ve enjoyed every blissful minute of that, but this morning, I’m calling the shots.

Her juices coat my tongue and I groan at the taste of her, fresh and clean and ready for me to dirty her up.

“Davis…”

Her words turn to a moan as I reach around and stroke the parts of her my tongue won’t reach. A hand runs up her body and I palm her breasts, pulling her back toward me and onto my tongue. Her ass is in the air, and with my other hand I circle the puckered pink opening.

Her hips buck, and she gives a surprised gasp.

I smile and bring my mouth to her back entrance, loving that I can surprise her. Reminding her I’m not just some young buck who she’s teaching to fuck.

The whining noises she makes tells me she likes what I’m doing. With my tongue and my hands sucking and nipping at all her sensitive spots, I slow it down until she whines my name.

“Davis… I want to come.”

I chuckle, and the hot breath on her ass makes her shudder.

With my fingers inside her tight pussy and my tongue licking every hot spot I can find, I build up the pressure and the pace until she shatters around me, her pussy pulsing under my tongue.

“Davis!”

She screams my name, and I’m so glad I put my hearing aids in this morning. I love hearing every part of this.

Mel breathes hard and wiggles beneath me, but I’m not done.

I slide my boxers off and pull her hips up to meet my dick. She’s so wet I slide right inside, making Mel cry out and grip the sheets.

I’ve never had her like this before. Every time she’s been on top or writhing underneath me, but this is the first time I’ve had her on her knees. And she can’t get enough. Her hips buck against me, and she reaches back to rub my balls between her legs.

But I want this to be memorable. I want to give her something she won’t get from a clan cut city boy.

Her puckered entrance is glistening from where I licked it, and now I slowly insert a finger inside.

Mel tenses and I rock her gently, getting her used to the sensation.

“That feels odd.”

I lean down and kiss her back. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“No,” she says quickly, with a whine to her voice. “I want you to keep going, Davis. I need you to.”

I’d love to take my time and explore every new sensation with her, but I’m aware of the train we have to catch and my own need to possess her before she disappears to the city.

I slam inside, driving my cock home hard while my hands rub and caress and my finger presses inside her other entrance, making sure she’s getting everything she needs and then some.

My balls pull up tight at the same time as I feel her on the brink.

“Davis…” she whines. “I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, Mel. Come now.”

Her pussy grips my cock, and at the same time I pull my finger out of her back passage.

She screams my name, and her pussy grips me so tight I completely lose it.

Hot cum shoots out of my cock as I explode with all the force of a train wreck. Her hips buck and she cries out over and over again, the orgasm rolling through her in long hard waves.

My hands grip her hips, clinging onto her desperately, this woman I love, this woman I’m terrified to let go of because she might not come back.

Finally, Mel stops shaking and collapses on the bed panting. Her wet hair falls across her face and her eyes are closed, and I’m suddenly terrified I’ve pushed her too hard.

“Are you okay?”

She opens her eyes lazily. “Fuck Davis. No, I’m not okay.” But there’s a lazy smile on her lips. “I’ve never been…” Her eyes roll around in her head as she looks for words. “…fucked like that before. Never. That was…incredible.”

I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face. “I’ll get you a cloth.”

I head to the bathroom and wet a washcloth. Then I carefully clean up the glistening residue that coats her skin.

My cum is lodged deep inside her, and that gives me satisfaction. Wherever she in in the city today, she carries a part of me with her, a reminder that I’m here waiting for her.

Mel sits up and pulls the towel around her.

“You almost make me want to skip the presentation and stay in bed all day with you.”

She’s smiling and my heart leaps, the selfish part of me ready to do just that. But it wouldn’t be right.

Mel was born for that job; I’ve seen the passion she has for it in the last two weeks. I couldn’t take her away from that her no matter how much I want to.

Besides, she’d get bored once the initial flash of hot sex has worn off. As much as I hate to admit it, the best thing for Mel is to get that job. I just hope I’ve given her enough to remember me by.

“Come on.” I offer my hand, and she takes it and I pull her up off the bed. “You’ve got a train to catch.”

Her gaze shifts to the bedside clock that now says 6:15. We’ve got forty-five minutes before the train leaves, and it’s a twenty minute drive to the station.

“Shit.” She leaps into action, the panic clear on her face.

I feel a pang of guilt for keeping her distracted but only a pang. She’s got her clothes all laid out, and at a push I can cut five minutes off the ride.

“I’ll make your coffee.”

I pull on my clothes and head downstairs. While the coffee’s brewing, I flash fry a piece of streaky bacon and an egg and make her a breakfast sandwich to have on the train. She’ll need her energy for today.

Fifteen minutes later, we’re on the road heading to the train station with Hercules in the side car and Mel on the back of the bike, her laptop stowed in the saddle bags.

We make it to the station with a few minutes to spare. Mel hands me my helmet, and I hand over her laptop bag.

It feels like a final exchange, like we’ve been pretending at a fake life for the last two weeks and it’s time to drop the pretense and head back to our separate worlds.

Her hair blows in the breeze, and I scoop up a strand and tuck it behind her ear.

Don’t go, I want to say. Stay here with me and my big dumb dog and make my cabin into a home.

But I can’t say those things.

“You’ll be great,” I tell her, putting on a smile that I don’t feel. “You’re made for that job, Mel. Remember that.”

She nods. “Thanks for helping me prepare, and… thanks for everything.”

Her eyes search mine, and there’s sadness there. I wonder if she feels the same way I do about her, or if she’s happy to get back to the city.

If she gets the job, she’ll need to move back. We’ll have another week together at most, but she’s already been looking at apartments. I saw her on her laptop clicking through images of floor to ceiling windows, balconies with a view, and modern bathrooms and solid brickwork that probably doesn’t creek in the wind and expand in the heat.

It’s a world she belongs in, and it was stupid of me to think she might find happiness out here on the side of a mountain in the middle of nowhere.

Hercules whines, and Mel rubs his big head. “I’ll see you tonight, big guy. Don’t miss me too much.”

The train rumbles into the station, and Mel picks up her bag. “Good luck,” I say again, trying to keep it cheerful. “And here.” I hand her the brown bag with her breakfast sandwich in it. “Bacon and egg. There’s ketchup as well, so be careful how you eat it. I put a napkin in there for you.”

She looks like she’s about to cry, which is not the reaction I wanted.

“Hey, it’s just a sandwich.”

“Thank you. Davis, you’re so sweet.”

She pecks me on the cheek, and I smile because sweet isn’t what I want to be to her. It reminds me of how much younger I am than her. But damn it, I like taking care of Mel, and if I didn’t pack the sandwich she might forget to eat.

The train door opens, and she steps inside. I watch her until she finds her seat and gets settled. She pulls her laptop onto her lap, and a look of concentration fills her features.

As the train pulls out of the station, she looks up quickly and waves, then turns back to her work.

I stand on the platform with Hercules until the train disappears around the corner.

Hercules whines, and I scratch him behind the ears.

“You and me both, buddy.”

I’m happy for Mel to have this opportunity, and I’ve no doubt she’ll kick ass with her presentation. But it’s bittersweet. If she gets the job, she leaves. And I don’t know if my heart can take that.