Husband Sit (Husband #1) (27 page)

In
any case, I had a resolution: I was going to fuck Finn, and frankly, the sooner
the better.

I got my
ass into the shower, rinsed my bikini and hung it over the taps, then I
scrubbed myself and gave my hair a quick wash. My genitals got a double-wash,
because I was hoping to have Finn’s face down there sometime soon.

Within
ten minutes of hanging up from Ange, I was letting myself out of the room in a
blue sundress and no panties, with my wet hair pulled back into a ponytail. I
had put mascara on this time, because I was damned if I was going to be shown
up by a twenty-something hipster.

When
I arrived at their table and Finn stood to pull out my chair, I couldn’t help
leaning forward to kiss his cheek, then taking another second to whisper in his
ear, “I am going to fuck you today.” I pulled back to meet his shocked
expression, which morphed between an unsure frown into wide-eyed realization
when I nodded.

I
sat and turned to Sieu who was watching us both closely. “I’d love to hear what
you’ve found out.”

Finn
sat beside me and we faced Sieu, who began with details like the population of
Belandera, the age demographic, the number of residents with disposable income
etc. A waitress arrived with a coffee for me that Finn had ordered to be
delivered when I sat down. Skinny cappuccino with a shot of vanilla, just how I
like it. The checklist in my mind ticked
Thoughtful
as Sieu rattled off
information about existing coffee shops and who their clientele were.

Then
she started outlining ideas for bussing in Sydney and Brisbane groups for day
visits, like Country Woman’s Association groups, craft groups, book clubs, cat
lovers—any group who might predominately drink tea or read a lot of books.
There was also a plan to add details of the teashop to an online hipster
highway that was developing: cool places for twenty-somethings to call into
when they were on road-trips.

She’d
done mock ups of a couple of design ideas for the actual shop and a matching
website, which would have roaming animated cats, interactive bookcases, and
lots of info on teas. One design option had colorful Indian fabrics in all
tones of green swathed across the ceiling, and pale pink walls with big
circular pink and blue mandalas on each one. I knew that would appeal to
Fritha’s hippy heart. Then there was a Bohemian option where the bookcases
fought for wall-space with hundreds of framed pictures against a burnt orange
background with lots of cushions everywhere and masses of weird and wonderful
teapots.

As
Sieu flicked through the design concepts she’d come up with, I tried to pay
close attention, but Finn’s hand slid onto my thigh and my concentration
plummeted to zero. All I could think about then was having that hand on my
pussy. The design would be Fritha’s decision anyway, so why should I care about
that?

When
Sieu stopped to draw breath, I cut into her machine-gun delivery. “So it’s viable?”

She
didn’t seem offended by my conversational shortcut. “Viable plus,” she said,
and put her iPad down. “With a merchandising option to sell branded packets of
tea, coffee and drinking implements, you could triple your investment in a year—given
the right management and business plan, of course. Subsequent years should
produce higher incomes.”

“So
it won’t lose money?”

Sieu
glanced at Finn for a second, as if she couldn’t believe I was so dumb. Then
she looked back to me and shook her head. “Highly unlikely from what Finn has
told me of the manager you’ve got lined up.”

“How
much would I need to invest?”

“A
hundred thousand to get it going.”

Ten
extra weeks of husband sitting. I could do that!

I
wanted to squeal with excitement—not the least because Finn’s hand was
drifting. I could barely believe my bestie’s dream could become a reality.
“Fritha will be ecstatic.”

Finn
looked like he wanted to smile but I’d dropped a bombshell on him five minutes
ago. I couldn’t blame him for being stunned. All he could manage was, “I’m glad
it will work.” He squeezed my thigh and then his hand slid over, so the back of
his fingers brushed my pussy which gave happy little clutches of excitement. My
breasts ached in response, and I was sure my nipples were hard enough to burst
through the thin fabric of my sundress.

We
were getting overheated too soon, and when I glanced back at Sieu, she was
discretely looking at the menu.

“Breakfast?”
I said to Finn, deliberately giving him the
We’ve got company
eyes.

“Sieu’s
already eaten.” He turned to face her, his expression completely bland.
“Haven’t you Sieu?”

She
put down her menu, and kept her expression as deadpan as his. “Sure. Ages ago.”
Then she stood, slipped her iPad into her leather satchel and reached across
the table. “Nice to meet you, Jill.”

I
shook her hand. “Likewise,” and tried to smile, but one of Finn’s fingers was
stroking my clit and I was losing control of my breathing.

“Finn,”
she said, with an edge to her voice. Then she left.

And
I couldn’t help saying, “I didn’t mean we’d be doing it here.”

“I
don’t want to eat.” His finger delved deeper and I closed my eyes. “Well, I do
want to eat,” he amended. “But you’re the buffet. Can we go upstairs?”

I
pulled in a shuddering breath as his hand retracted. “Now, Jill. Before you
change your mind.”

I
opened my eyes as he stood. Then he was towering over me, all golden and
intense in a white polo shirt and white trousers.

“Okay.”

He
took my hand and helped me up. When the waitress approached, he murmured to her,
“I think it’s sunstroke. We’ll order room service instead.”

I
probably looked flushed and a bit dazed. I was certainly dizzy as I leant on
Finn’s arm. A pulse was throbbing in my ears and I was having difficulty
focusing on anything but him as he walked me back to the elevator and then
inside. Thankfully, there were already people in it, so Finn couldn’t do
anything other than convey his intentions through his molten gaze.

When
we were inside his room—I’m not sure why it wasn’t mine—he closed the door with
me against it and kissed me hard, as if he was angry that it had taken this
long. When in reality he’d only kissed me an hour before. I had trouble
thinking, I was so full of the taste of him—coffee and a minty overtone that
could have been toothpaste—and the feel of his hard body pressed against mine.

Then
he pulled back and looked into my eyes, his own dark with the throbbing lust I
could feel pulsing between us. His hands were restless, on my arms, caressing
my breasts and sliding down over my stomach, as if he was greedy and wanted it
all now. But instead, he looked into my eyes and said, “I don’t want to ask
this. I just want to make you come. But are you planning to ditch me? Is that
why you’ve agreed to have sex with me?”

He
looked haunted by the idea and that shocked me. I’d been so busy worrying about
my own prospective pain, I’d forgotten his. And actually, I might ditch him. I
didn’t want to lie. “What if I say yes? Will you fuck me anyway?”

He
swallowed hard and shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m worried you’ll imprint
me, and then I won’t want to have sex with anyone else. But...I can’t not. I
have to have some part of you. And dammit, I know you want me.” He kissed me
hard again, as if reassuring himself that I did want him, and I was just as greedy
as he was, squeezing his shoulders and his arms and running my fingers over his
hard chest.

When
he pulled back, I said breathlessly, “I’m not
planning
to ditch you. I
just want to try you on, to see if you fit me.”

“Like
a shoe?”

“If
bigfoot had shoes,” I shot him a smirk.

He
smiled back with that look a guy gets when you compliment his junk. “Saucy.”

“Minx,”
I agreed.

“So
is this ‘one strike and I’m out’? Or do I have ‘right of reply’ if you think I
don’t fit?”

I
opened my mouth to speak but he cut over me.

“And
remember I’ve been honest with you. I haven’t played games. I’ve told you I’m
crazy for you and you can pretty much kick me around and I’ll come back.”

I
hadn’t acknowledged how vulnerable he’d made himself, and that wasn’t fair. I
could never have done that, and I respected his sacrifice enough to nod. “You
get kudos for that.”

“But
points? Do I get points?” His eyes were narrowed, as if this was a negotiation,
and I had to smile.

“Alright.
You do. One right of reply.”

“That
means you promise you won’t disappear if I do the wrong thing, because I’m a
work in progress, liable to fuck up at any point.”

I
wanted to say
I’m not that touchy
but I had a sneaking suspicion that I
was. So instead, I said, “I promise I won’t disappear if—”

But
that was as far as I got before Finn started kissing me again, pulling the hair
band from my damp hair and running his fingers through it.

“God,
I love the smell of your shampoo.” He kissed me behind my ear.

I
loved everything about him, but I didn’t want to talk any more so I
concentrated on unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants.

He
stopped kissing me to say, “Did you know you left it in my bathroom when you
went?”

“Yuh.”
It was hard to concentrate as he kissed his way down my neck to my cleavage,
stroking each nipple with a thumb through the fabric of my sundress.

“I
kept taking the top off it so I could smell that strawberries and cream, but it
turned me on too much. I had to stop.”

“You
don’t have to stop now.” I pulled his polo shirt up.

He
took it out of my hands and wrenched it over his head, then he reached behind
my dress for the zipper and when that was down, he slid the straps over my
shoulders and the soft blue fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me naked.

He
didn’t say anything then, just stared at me, and I felt like his gaze was
touching me where it slid over my breasts and down my belly to the downy
triangle between my legs
.

When
he’d stopped staring at my pussy, he met my gaze again and said, “I have to
start there. I’ve dreamed of this for so long.”

I
nodded. I’d been giving it some fantasy time myself.

He
swept me up into his arms and laid me across the crisp white sheets of his king
sized bed. Then he slid my sandals off, opened my legs and sighed.

Sighed!

As
if he’d been waiting so long he could scarcely believe it was happening. I felt
bad then, like a teaser girl. And I hadn’t meant to be. I’m just so messed up.

He
ran a finger lightly through the dark brown curls. “I thought I’d be nervous,”
he said, and then shook his head. “But I’m too excited to worry about
performance. I just want to taste you.”

“I
want you to,” I said. “But can you be naked too?”

“Oh,
sure.” He stood back and peeled off his clothes, kicking off shoes until he was
as naked as I was, with that glorious great penis wavering around in front of
him.

“Gigantor,”
I said, and pointed.

He
grinned. “Are you just saying that to make me feel good?”

Kinda.
But I shook my
head. “Voice of experience. That’s a biggun’.”

“It’s
all yours,” he said and grinned.

Something
unexpected clutched in my throat, a bittersweet sadness that felt like it
didn’t belong to me. But I clung onto it anyway.

Then
he crawled over me and, while the head of his cock nestled happily against my
clit, he kissed me so gently and so sweetly I was scared I might cry. To make
matters worse, he pulled back, looked into my eyes and said, “Jillian Brooke
Wilson, I’m deeply in love with you.”

“Ditto,”
was all I managed before I felt the ache of tears coming and I pulled him back
for a kiss, wondering what other secrets Fritha had told him while she’d been
telling him my full name.

But
that didn’t last long. The kissing got serious and then he surprised me by
rolling me over and kissing the back of my neck. That made me shudder all over
with delicious sensations which only built as he worked his way down my back,
kissing my ass cheeks, which made me squirm and blush. Then he was working his
way down one leg with feather-light kisses that tickled and tingled, especially
when he reached that sensitive spot behind my knees.

A
part of me couldn’t wait for those lips to land on my clit, but most of me
wanted to wait, because it was turning me on so much. When he reached my feet
and started kissing the soles of them I squirmed some more, then his hot, wet
tongue slid between my toes and I felt the heat of it shoot up to my pussy,
making it ache.

“
Fuck
.”

I
couldn’t say anything else. I was too busy melting onto the bed. At last, I
couldn’t stand the slippery teasing anymore and I rolled onto my back. He got
the idea and licked his way up the inside of my leg, opening it as he went. By
the time he reached my pussy I was starting to pant.