My Body-Mine (10 page)

He wrapped me in his arms and buried his nose in my neck. “I have to go away,” he said.

“
Oh?”

“
My mother isn’t doing well and I want to make sure the facility she’s in is giving her the best care. I leave tomorrow for New York.”

“
I thought you told me she was in a retirement facility.”

“
Yes, but they are moving her to the assisted care unit this weekend.”

“
I’m so sorry. If I had realized we could have talked another time and—”

“
Not at all, Jane. I wouldn’t have waited, regardless. I’m not thrilled we’ll be apart but I must go see my mother settled.”

“
Of course. Please tell me what I can do to help you. Would you like me to rub your back? I know how tight your shoulders get when you’re stressed.”

“
That sounds wonderful.”

We cuddled for a few more moments; then Marcello rose to his feet, lifting me in his arms. He carried me over to the bed and dropped me down. I laughed and rolled away. He looked like a panther, ready to pounce.

“
You can’t get away from me,” he said, capturing my foot and causing me to laugh harder.

“
I thought I was taking care of you,” I said, pretending to struggle.

“
Oh you will, no doubt.”

When he finally cracked a smile, I felt vastly relieved. He easily covered my body with his, kissing his way up my neck. The bristle around his mouth tickled, causing me to shy away, my cheek
pressed to
my shoulder, to keep him from my throat. He quickly switched sides, attacking and making me giggle more.

“
Stop,” I laughed, punching his shoulder with my closed fist.

He did stop; his expression suddenly serious. “
Amore mio
, I should have told you how I feel in a different way. I know you still need time to heal and I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“
I’m not scared,” I said, touching his cheek. “It’s more a worry that I won’t be able to reciprocate in the way you need.”

“
I’m a patient man, especially when I know what I want.”

“
Patient? I’m not sure I’d use that word to describe you.”

“
What you see as impatience is more frustration that comes with the knowledge that you ignore the quickest remedy for your pain.”

“
Like?”

“
Divorcing Luke.”

I breathed an audible sigh. “Do we have to talk about this again now?”

“
No. What I really wanted to say is that I love you and that I’m very happy you’re in my life. I will miss you while I’m gone.”

“
Thank you,” I said, drawing his head down so we could kiss. I couldn’t tell him I loved him, knowing my affection for him existed at a different level. I wouldn’t lie but I could speak with my body, confirming the connection we shared with my passion. Caught in the tidal wave of lust that he could so easily inspire with his lips, mouth, and tongue, I let him ride me over the threshold. I ached to have him inside me, filling and stretching me with his cock and his love.

He broke off the kiss and I breathlessly whispered, “Shall I give you that massage now?”

Shaking his head he lay down on his back and rolled me on top of him. He reached down and fingered my pussy, rubbing my wetness around my labia. “Always so wonderfully, beautifully wet,” he said. He lifted my hips and slowly brought me down over his phallus.

I knelt around his wide body, clutching his hairy chest for leverage, moving up and down to match his pace. Each plunge stretched me to perfection, causing my insides to clutch around his erect manhood. Each subsequent rise pulled
me
briefly away before
I was
join
ed
to him once more. He continued to ride me, bringing us both to new heights of arousal.

“
Unfold your legs for me,” he growled, “so that you’re sitting down on me fully. Keep the bottoms of your feet on the bed.” My legs hugged his sides. So absolutely penetrated in that moment, I wished for nothing further.

Another new position left me wondering if Marcello had studied the
Kama Sutra
. I slid quickly and effortlessly across his pelvis. Knowing how much it excited him to watch me touch myself, I leaned back and reached down, caressing my clit for both the sensations it gave me and his viewing pleasure.

“
Così sexy
,” he murmured, reaching up to tug and twist my nipple piercings.

I rode his rigid cock with abandon. My whole body shook with tremors stoked from the pinching of my nipples, burnishing of my nub and the friction of his thrusts.

“
Will … you … miss … me?” he said, each word accompanying a plunge.

“
Like crazy,” I grunted and meant it.

I felt him expand inside me right before he bellowed, “Now!”

Like a runaway train, the orgasm tore through me, exploding out from my core. I shook uncontrollably as the surge of his orgasm joined mine. I watched the rapture roll across his face, the release only complete when his last spurt of cum filled me.

Collapsing on top of him, breathing hard, I could hear his heart pounding in his chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and we sighed in unison. The synchronized sighing made us both break into laughter.

“
Much better than a massage,
amore mio
,” he said as he ran his fingers up and down my spine.

“
I will miss you, Marcello,” I said, lifting my head so I could see his face.

“
You better.”

M
arcello left before I awoke.

I lay in his bed still smelling our sex from the night before. Taking his pillow, I covered my face and breathed in his scent. My pussy felt sore from all the recent play and I rather liked the feeling. Bouncing out of bed, I headed straight to my bathroom to freshen up.

Back in my room, I flipped open my laptop, pacing as the computer loaded. I had only one thing on my mind, the email from the publisher. I felt ready to face whatever it said.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Falling Through
T
he Rabbit Hole, a Memoir

Jane,

We would love to publish your story. I finished it this morning. I had a hard time putting it down.

We happen to have an unexpected opening in our publishing schedule due to an author failing to meet their deadline which could fast track the release of your memoir. We understand that many authors have to balance writing while maintaining other careers. However, if you have the time available now, please let us know. We could feasibly put out a review copy of this book in
2 or 3
months.

Given the subject matter of your story, it is necessary to change names and locations if you haven’t already. I highly recommend using a pen name. Think it over; we’d be happy to offer some suggestions.

I’m attaching our standard contract for your review. Please let me know if you have any questions.

Regards,

Claudia

I danced around the room, wishing Marcello was there with me to share my good fortune. I decided
I would
text him later. I went to the kitchen to get some breakfast and found Janice leaning against the counter drinking coffee and eating a piece of toast.

“
Are you working today?” I asked as I opened the refrigerator and chose a vanilla yogurt.

“
Yes, and I was wondering if you’d meet me for lunch
after
my shift,” she said, wiping the counter and throwing away her napkin.

“
That sounds great,” I said, smiling. I peeled a banana and dunked it into my yogurt. “I heard from the publisher and she wants to publish my story!”

Janice surprised me with a warm hug. “I’m so happy for you. You must be jumping out of your skin.”

“
Well put. That’s exactly how I’m feeling! Now I just have to sort through the contract.”

“
I’m sure Marcello can help you with that,” Janice said.

“
Good idea. What time later?”

“
Would 2:30 work?”

“
Yep, see you then.”

* * * *

I tried writing and then reading but couldn’t get into either. Signing into Facebook, I intended to check my messages but unexpectedly found a friend request waiting for me. Chase Montgomery.
Oh my god!
I didn’t hit
accept
right away. I stared at the profile picture that showed him from the chest up and felt warmth infusing my face.
I found t
he sight of his brown hair and hazel eyes with pointed eyebrows and bright smile disconcertingly rousing. Trying to shake it off, I clicked on his name so I could explore his page. I went to the photographs first.

He had uploaded many albums and I selected the most recent one. I found several pictures of him with various people. The first grouping showed him and a posse of men and women, about ten people in all, at a bar, smiling and embracing for the camera. I guessed the place to be a sports bar because I could see televisions in the background. Scrolling down the album I found another bunch of pictures of Chase surrounded by four attractive women. My stomach clenched and I chided myself for responding so ridiculously.

I ha
d
no interest in him and he ha
d
no interest in me.

I stopped perusing the pics and accepted his friend request. Seized with guilt, I thought of Marcello and what he must be dealing with in New York. I took my cellphone off the charger and brought up the text screen.

Me:
How’s it going? Have you landed? I didn’t realize you’d be leaving so early.

I waited a few seconds and my phone chimed.

Marcello:
Yes, I landed about an hour ago. I have just now arrived at the facility.

Me:
Oh, well then I’ll let you go.

Marcello:
Thank you for last night. It’s just what I needed.

Me:

Thank you for letting me be there for you.

Marcello:
Of course. How is your day going?

Me:
Seduction Press wants to publish my book.

Waiting for my phone to chime again, I heard it ring instead and saw Marcello’s name on the screen.

“
Jane, that’s just fabulous! You must be so excited,” he said.

“
I’m a mix of things. Excited and scared mostly.”

“
I bet. Well, I’m extraordinarily proud of you. You should go out and celebrate. Take Janice with you.”

“
She asked me to meet her for lunch after her shift.”

“
Excellent. I’m sorry I can’t be there to help you celebrate but I will make it up to you as soon as I get home.”

“
Do you know when that will be? I’d love you to go over the contract with me.” At that moment I wished he’d come home before the weekend and ask me to cancel going out with Parker et al.

“
I’m not sure yet but I expect to be gone for a week or so. I’ll tell you when I know more. Feel free to forward the contract and I’ll take a look. I need to run but please stay in touch. I hope you and Janice can reconnect over lunch.”

“
Yeah, me too. Thanks for the call, Marcello.”

“
Of course. Take care and talk soon. Ciao.”

Although I usually took Sundays off from exercise I felt like I needed to go for a run. Not bothering to drive to the beach, I ran through the neighborhood streets and jammed to the music blaring in my headphones. Once back at the house, I took my time stretching and cleaning up for my lunch with Janice.

* * * *

Upon entering Marcello’s Ristorante, I headed to the hostess station to ask after Janice. I strolled over to her section and found it cleaned up for the next shift but empty.

I strode to the back of the restaurant and pushed through the swinging doors.

“
Hey, Frankie,” I said to the chef as I passed through the kitchen.

Poking my head into the break room, I waved to the two servers eating their lunch. I strolled to the office, thinking Janice might be checking out with the manager. The door hung slightly ajar so I shoved it open as I entered the office. Janice sat on top of the desk, leaning way forward with her feet perched on the manager’s lap.

Both
of their
heads whipped around and Janice pivoted to the side
of the desk
and slid off. She slipped her feet in the shoes she had left by the door and said, “Ready,” as if nothing torrid had taken place.

“
What the fuck were you thinking?” I said in a harsh whisper as I followed her out into the kitchen.

“
Oh, he’s harmless,” Janice said, smiling over her shoulder.

“
But Marcello is not.”

She spun to face me and placed her hand on her hips. “Butt out Jane, I know what I’m doing.”

“
Whatever, Janice, but it’s very unwise to shit where you eat. Maybe we should reschedule.”

“
Definitely not,” she said as she grabbed my arm, propelling me
farther
into the kitchen where Frankie stood in the center, addressing the line cooks.

“
What’s it going to be ladies?” Frankie asked as we approached.