Once Written, Twice Shy (The Broken Men Chronicles) (22 page)

“No more surprises…
please
,”
she said with her forehead against mine.  My parents laughed at her
over-dramatic request.

Oh, how I love this woman.

The look on Alissa’s face when I
told her that we weren’t going back to the townhouse to spend the night had
been priceless.  My confession had spurred some excitement on her part.

As soon as she had closed the
front door on my parents, I turned Alissa around and pushed her up against it
for a scorching kiss.

“What are you doing?” she asked
as I trailed my lips down the side of her neck.

“I would have thought it
obvious,” I said and chuckled against the pulse-point next to her jugular.

“I know what you’re doing, baby, but
shouldn’t we be trying to pack things up over at the house?”

“Already taken care of, sweetheart,”
I said.

“What?”  She pushed me back with
her hands on my chest.

“I hired movers.  They should be
here,” I said and looked down at my watch, “in the next hour or so to drop our
stuff and pick up the rest of Mom and Dad’s which leaves us with-”

She wrapped her hands around my
face and pulled me down to her lips.  “You’re unbelievable,” she said against
my mouth before closing the gap and pressing herself into me further.

“And you’re perfect for me,” I said.

I had always imagined what it
would be like to bring a girl home and act shamelessly as I pinned her against
that solid oak door and ravaged her until she was a puddle of mush in my
hands.  The two things that had prevented me were the fact that either the
house had been full of partiers or my parents were such light sleepers that
they would have come down to investigate the noises.  And rest assured there
would have been lots of noise.  No, I’m not that self-assured; I’m just stating
what I’ve witnessed in my years.  Just because my history of adventurous women
was slim to none doesn’t mean I’ve been a slouch in bed or that I hadn’t had my
fair share of opportunities.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, such
was not the case tonight.  This night, Alissa was all mine.  The house, all
mine.  Behind the solid oak door there was nothing more than two horny adults
behaving like sex-starved teenagers—reliving a piece of misplaced youth.

She made haste with ridding me of
my belt and releasing me from my pants.  I was thankful that she had worn a
summer dress today.

I hummed against her neck when my
fingers made contact with the hem of her dress.  “Have I ever mentioned to you
how much I love easy access?”

She grinned.  I felt her warm and
confident hand reaching down and grip me.  Holding on to the bottoms of her
thighs, she guided me inside her slick heat and maintained the rhythm.  I wasn’t
just behaving like a teenager, I felt like one too.  I was flying—defying gravity—with
her wrapped around my body while I pinned her against the cool varnished wood
that bore entrance to our new abode.

My face was buried in her neck as
her hands clasped the back of my head, gripping my hair in a painful yet
pleasurable manner.  I gave one last potent thrust that sent us both reeling to
the pinnacle of all orgasms which resulted in my knees giving out beneath us.

I followed the vertical alignment
of the door down to the floor where she straddled me as I sat on my knees
leaning up against her.

The purring in her throat made me
look up at her and our eyes connected.  Insatiable hunger was still present in
those orbs of hers.  She squeezed herself around my fading manhood and bit down
on her bottom lip.  In all my times with a woman, I can say that no one had
ever been able to either keep me hard or get me back in the game that damn
quick; no one except for Alissa that is.

Round two had begun…

Before we knew it, we were on the
floor sitting beside each other with our backs against the front door, trying
to gather our wits, not to mention, our breath.  Alissa’s head leaned against
my shoulder while mine rested on her hair.

The doorbell rang, making us jump. 
“Shit, the movers,” I said.

As fast as possible, we began to
right ourselves.  I couldn’t help but notice Alissa’s blush as I knew she was
just as guilty as I was at replaying our most recent session in her mind.

***

It was a little after nine when
the moving truck had shown up and just passed one in the morning by the time we
had unpacked our bedroom and the food that needed to be refrigerated.  The rest
would have to wait.

Alissa had collapsed atop our
freshly-made bed as I walked into the room with two glasses of lemonade Mom had
made to go with dinner earlier.

“Tired?” I asked and yawned as I
sat down beside her still body.

She let her head drop to the side
so she looked over at me.  She sighed.  “Exhausted.”

I handed her the glass I brought
up for her and she sat up before taking it.  She chugged it down and after
putting it on the bedside table, she let herself fall back onto the sheets.

I finished my drink and set the
glass to the side before joining her.  She had been quiet for a bit too long
and aside from her being tired I could tell that her mind was at work again.

I crawled above her and nuzzled
her cheek.  She gave me a beaming smile when I pulled away; her eyes opening
but only slight as her lids were heavy with fatigue.

“Let’s get you out of those
clothes,” I said.

She never put up a fuss and
allowed me to peel away at her dress.

Minutes later, we were cuddled up
under the covers and I knew that Alissa had fallen asleep by her soft snoring. 
Darkness took me not too long after.

I woke first to the sun peeking
through the blinds in our room.  Disoriented, I stared at the lavender color on
the walls and recalled where I was—
home
.

We’ve got to do something
about these walls.

Waking up in my parents’ old bedroom
felt odd but those thoughts faded as the wicked ambitions that engulfed my
lower anatomy had begun to flutter through my mind when I felt Alissa’s leg
nudge mine.  She was sound asleep on her back.  It was time to have a little
fun.

I crawled under the covers like a
man on a mission.  If I had it my way, the entire house would be christened
with our carnal delights before the end of the upcoming week.

***

After a quick trip to the
hardware store, Alissa and I partook in getting Jasper’s room all set up.  I’ve
never seen a woman so eager to paint and tend to other household chores aside
from my own mother.  To be honest, Julie had been one of those women that was
far too career-oriented that she was never home to tend to the simple task of
washing dishes in a sink.

“Babe, you know we don’t have to
get it all done today, right?” I said as I watched her continue with the second
coat of paint on the two remaining walls.

“I know, but I figured that we
could surprise Jasper with his very own finished room by the time he gets
back,” she said atop her small three-step ladder.  Her excitement was
contagious.

“Honey, he’s not coming home for
another few weeks at the very least,” I said as I shuffled sideways
concentrating on the trim and keeping a straight line.

Who knew a floor could be that
comfortable or that Murphy’s Law would dictate things the minute I decided to
help my woman out with her project?  We just never expected that two people in
a small room, ladders, paint brushes, rollers and cans could get us into that
much trouble?

Here I was making progress on the
trim to the first coat of Jasper’s bedroom walls when I tripped on the
drop-cloth which caused me to nudge the bottom of the tiny step ladder that
Alissa had been standing on.  One minute she was struggling to keep her balance
without touching the wet wall and the next, I had dropped my brush and paint
bucket to try and catch her as she fell.

Her bucket flew up in the air,
her brush remained in her hand and my mad dash to catch her sure as hell didn’t
work as planned.  I landed on top of her as her bucket of paint landed and
splattered everywhere beside us, transforming us into two rather curious
looking masterpieces instead of Jasper’s walls.

“Are you okay?” I asked and eased
some of my weight off of a howling Alissa.

Her face was red with belly
laughs.

“Oh…look at the floor,” she said
between giggles.

“I don’t give a shit about the
floor, woman, are
you
okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said and then
chucked her paint brush at me as I got up off of her and kneeled between her
legs.

“Hey!”

She gave me an innocent look. 
“What?”

“I’ll show you.”

All in all, what turned out to be
a day-long bedroom makeover, turned out to be just that with a side of two
grown adults walking around looking like a juvenile’s paint spatter project.

***

As Alissa was making us a late
lunch, I had made my way outside to fix that old rickety gate like I’d been
meaning to before I opted to become Picasso.  What should have been a quick fix
turned out to be an hour and a half long endeavor seeing as I hadn’t
anticipated the lack of supplies.

I came in to find the living room
unpacked and transformed.  In truth, there wasn’t much to change in the room.  Still,
Alissa had managed to make my childhood home feel even more like our home while
I was out.

The large stone fireplace mantle
was filled with frames of Jasper and me, my parents, one of Julie, Todd and
Jasper and two I hadn’t seen until then—an old photo of Theo and I and the
other of Alissa, Jasper and me which had been taken over a bowl of pancake
batter, a while back, with flour all over our faces.  I smiled at the memory.

“What do you think?” she asked with
two plates and glasses on a tray and set them down on the large coffee table. 
“I figured I’d finish up with this room first since we’ll be aching to sit down
and relax tonight.”

“I think we need a real photo of
the three of us,” I said, then smiled at her.

“It’s as real as you’ll ever
get,” she said after her first bite of her sandwich.  “I hate posing.  The candid
and spontaneous shots are the best.”

“All we’re missing is a fire in
that hearth,” I said.  She’d even stacked books on the shelves.

“I’m definitely looking forward
to those cooler nights.”

A month had come to pass and today,
so did Julie’s and Todd’s wedding.  Much to my reluctance, I had gone more as a
method of support for Alissa who was overseeing the logistics of the entire
event.  I was also tasked with looking after Jasper and make sure he didn’t get
carried away with his typical little boy shenanigans.

In truth, it had been a beautiful
and short ceremony.  Throughout the day, Alissa and I had caught each other’s eye,
exchanging numerous smiles.  I found myself wanting of what the newlywed couple
had.  Yeah, I was slightly jealous.

Once we got home, I took my
sleeping son in my arms, brought him to his bed and stripped him down to his
underwear before putting his pajamas on.  The poor tyke was so exhausted, he
never stirred.

I turned to leave and caught
Alissa leaning against the room’s doorway, watching me with a heartwarming smile. 
She gave me a soft kiss that begged me to coax more out of her as I proceeded
out of the room.

Alissa pulled away and escorted
me down to the living room where she made me sit down.  It was a nightly ritual
for us now.  We’d find at least a few minutes if not a few hours to just sit,
cuddle in random places outside of our bed; talking about our respective days
or just being silent and basking in each other’s company.  I loved those stolen
moments.  They were simple, effortless, and of utmost meaning.

I began to remove the pins from
her hair with her head laid in my lap.  She stilled one of my hands and brought
it to her cheek where I cupped it.  I stopped what I was doing altogether to
look into her eyes and smiled down at her.  She turned her head and kissed the
inside of my palm.  Heated desire ran through my body from the sweetness of her
small act.

I groaned.

She smiled up at me with that
twinkle in her eyes.

“By that look, it seems like
you’re up to no good again,” I said.

She sat up, kissed me and chased
her quick peck with a nip to my lower lip before she got up and off the couch
altogether.  I watched as she turned the gas fireplace on along with the stereo.

“Watch me,” she said.

Who knew that those two precise
words could get us into trouble.  Then again, getting into trouble with Alissa
Hidgins had always been an easy feat and a very rewarding experience at that.

Alissa’s body began to sway to
the sultry sound of the tune.  I paid no heed to what was playing on the stereo
I was so entranced with the woman and the fluidity of her movements that she
could have been dancing to polka music for all I cared.

Her hands skimmed her sides, up
her middle and over her entire ensemble before settling on her blazer which she
removed to reveal her pink satin camisole with its plunging neckline.

My hand went to my throat and
undid my tie, leaving it hanging around the back of my neck and shoulders.

I cleared my throat.

She turned her back to me.

The room heated up within
seconds.

With the grace of a professional
dancer, she twirled, bent over pushing her butt out and ran her hands from her
ankles back up to her thighs.  She turned to look at me over her shoulder with
that bottom lip trapped between her teeth as her hands made their way to the
zipper at the back of her pencil skirt.  It dropped to the floor.

After turning around and lifting
her camisole over her head, she widened her stance and proceeded to let her
hair fall through the opening to her shirt before discarding it.

There she stood before me, hair
wavy and down her back, skin flushed, wearing nothing but her high-heels and
the light pink and black trimmed undergarments that no longer hid much of her
flesh but did everything to accentuate the features that begged to be bared for
my taking.

“You had this planned out, didn’t
you?” I asked hoarsely.

“Maybe.”

My pants were tented up as the
evidence of my lust for her kept on building.

Like a cat approaching her prey,
she strutted up to me and came to a stop, straddling one of my legs.

I couldn’t help myself.  I had to
touch her.

Her skin, now cool from exposure,
began to warm under my fingertips.  I found myself leaning forward and into her. 
She bent forward, her lips making their way toward mine.

Just when they were but a few
millimeters away, she stopped and looked at me with those long-lashed and
hooded eyes.  “Take those pants off, sweetie, you won’t be needing them.”

That commanding tone of hers had
come out again.  It denoted that she held all the pleasures in the world and
that if I complied I would never regret what she had in store.

I got up and did as she requested
and proceeded to sit down.

“Nuh…uh,” she said and walked
over to me to grab a hold of both ends to my undone tie, pulling me with her as
she walked backwards, leading me like a dog on a leash.  Hell, I would have
been anything for her right about then.  “Your shirt,” she said and my hands
cooperated and began to unbutton the piece of clothing while our eyes never
lost contact.

She brought us to a stop in front
of the fireplace, where there was a bit more room.  Letting go of my tie, she
first kissed my mouth and then began to trail her swollen lips down my front.

On her knees, her hands wrapped
around the back of my thighs and stopped to cup my ass through my briefs.  She
pressed her mouth on my already hardened shaft and blew a puff of hot air which
caused a hot flash to rise all the way to my head and drop back down to my
toes.

An open palm ran up my chest,
grabbed the tie and yanked down.  I followed the wordless directive until I hit
my knees.

Face-to-face, chest-to-chest, she
pulled me hard into her sultry form on the shag-like area rug.  My lips crashed
hers and I begged for entry, a taste of her that was better than the finest
wine, the world’s best chocolate, a flavor that I could never grow tired of. 
Her hands released my tie and proceeded to push my shirt off of my shoulders. 
My arms surrounded her once they were free.

I made haste of her bra, paid
homage to those two glorious mounds of flesh of hers that had pebbled and grown
taut in want.  Her fingernails dug into the back of my shoulders and I thrived
on the sensation of pain-pleasure.

Her head fell back and I felt the
pull to let gravity take hold so I laid us down on the carpeted floor.

Her hair fanned around her head,
framing her face like an angel’s halo.  Her nipples glistened with the wetness
from my mouth as I kneeled between her legs and began to unfasten the garter
that held her stockings up.  I kissed the skin I exposed from each leg, ridding
her of her shoes as well.

I spent some time with the skin
of her stomach and hips, dipping my tongue in her navel which granted me with a
back arch and a low rumble in her chest.  I slipped my fingers under the sides
of her tiny lacy underwear and garter belt and pulled, moving my kisses south
until I had reached her pelvic bone.

The scent of her arousal invaded
my senses.  I rushed to drop the thin pieces of lace and rid myself of my
underwear.

The heat emanating from the
fireplace was a mere sensation of heightened temperature that couldn’t compete
with the heat that raged under the surface of my skin.

I guided myself to her entrance
and started to push in before hovering over her on my elbows, grabbing her
hands with one of mine.  Her eyes were fused to mine as I took in the look of
passion that shimmered there.

As I began to thrust with the
sole purpose of rendering her spent in complete satisfaction, I watched her
lips purse and heard the beginnings of her soulful moans permeate the air.

She writhed in pleasure beneath
me as her climax slammed hard into her thus rendering me helpless and at the
mercy of my own.  Spent and sated, our bodies lay limp, side-by-side as I
reached for the throw from the couch and covered our nakedness while we cuddled
by the fire.

***

I walked out of the bathroom
after our individual showers and noticed that Alissa looked as if something was
on her mind.  I only chucked it up to the craziness of the day.  It had been a day
that had set things further into perspective for me as if it hadn’t been clear
enough already.

In my arms, she started to doze and
my heavy lids were letting me know that I would fallow her into darkness
shortly.  With words of love, we kissed and I had reached a decision—a monumental
one at that.