Rebound (9 page)

“
Well, I can give you a
list of what he wants from you. You told me last night that he
wanted to take you home for some nookie.”

“
Chelz, You’re
twenty-seven-years-old. You can say ‘fuck’.” I paused to compose my
concerns. “I’ve been alone for so long and I’ve felt insecure for
longer. I just don’t know why any man would want me
sexually.”

“
Ben really fucked with
your head, Perla. You’re hot. Hell, I wanted you last night when
you danced for me.” We both laughed. She reassured me that I’m
worth Dashing’s attention. The mention of my ex-husband reminded me
that I’d given Ben too much power.

“
What would I have to
offer him?”

“
Besides pussy? A sweet
and loving woman that would take care of him and his needs whenever
he wants.”

“
That’s how I got myself
in trouble with Ben. I gave him everything and he shit on me. This
is why my life is crap. I’m working four damn jobs, live in a small
ass studio far away from everything and everyone . . . and I’m
awkward. I feel like I’m always running, never stopping to enjoy
things, never getting what I deserve. When is this going to
end?”

“
Then have fun with him
today. Enjoy yourself. Even if it is for one day, enjoy the time.
Get ‘fucked’ and move on. But be safe. Call me
tomorrow!”

“
What if I don’t want it
to be just for today? What if I can’t move on? I should just
go.”

“
If you go, then you’ll
never know what happens. He may not pursue you anymore. It may be
all over before anything starts. Seriously, have fun. Call me.”
Before I could even answer her, she hung up. We do that to each
other when we’re trying to make a point. I don’t like playing
games. I do want to enjoy this day because this time with him may
end as soon as I walk out the front door. I tried to suppress any
negative thoughts that tried to rent space in my mind.

I looked at the clock on his
nightstand and saw that it was already 11:13 a.m. Hunger pangs
started to wage war in my stomach. I walked to the kitchen and
opened up the stainless steel refrigerator. I found all sorts of
food. I pulled out an assortment of veggies and small red potatoes
to roast. I found some pre-frozen salmon in the freezer, the
package instructing to thaw in cold water, which I did. I pulled at
drawers and cabinets to find the herbs and spices. Everything was
so neat and organized.

I set to prepare roasted veggies and
potatoes by peeling, dicing and drizzling olive oil, adding a touch
of salt and pepper and the dried herbs. I put that into the
preheated oven and let the stainless steel convection oven do its
magic.

Once the salmon was thawed in the
package, I coated with olive oil and salt and pepper. Left it for
twenty minutes so that the seasoning worked its way in. I found a
cast iron pan in one of the drawers. I pan seared the salmon. Set
aside. I took the capers that I found in the fridge, lemon, butter
and used the drippings to make a sauce for the fish. Once that was
done, I put the sauce in a bowl. I put the fish back in the pan and
into the oven, pulling out the roasted veggies. I divided the
veggies into two plates. After seven minutes in the oven, I pulled
out the salmon. Done to perfection and served over the
veggies.

I looked at the time. It was now 12:36
p.m., and I wasn’t sure when he’d come back. I put the two plates
in the warming drawer and turned it on low, hoping that the salmon
wouldn’t dry out.

I cleaned up and put everything away
as best as I could remember. At 1:00 p.m. I decided to sit and
watched TV and wait. Despite munching on some veggies, I was still
hungry, but didn’t want to ruin my appetite. I’d put effort in
making a meal for him, and I wanted to enjoy it with
him.

I found the TV remote, turned it on
and flipped channels until I found a comedic film. I pulled the
blanket over my legs, and laid down to get comfy.

***

I felt a strong hand press on my
shoulder and heard my name. As I awoke, Dashing was kneeling beside
me, the most beautiful smile on his face.

“
Hi.” He said with a grin.
“You stayed.” He caressed my jaw with his fingers.

I took time to respond, “You asked me
to. Did you think that I was going to run away?” I turned to take
in my surroundings. “What time is it?” I asked, looking outside the
window.

“
It’s after two. I’m sorry
that I got back so late. I was asked to consult on an ER patient. I
tried to call you, but your phone went straight to
voicemail.”

“
It may have shut down.
I’ve not charged it since yesterday morning. How did you have my
number?”

“
Perla, I’m your doctor. I
have all your contact info.”

I made the quick decision to ignore
the slightly creepy statement and not ask any further questions. I
asked, “Are you hungry? I made lunch.”

“
You did? What did you
make?” His smile was a mixture of surprise and glee.

“
Salmon and veggies. I’ll
go warm it up.” I put my feet down off the couch. My shin still
ached. I took a moment to get up. He stood up and offered me his
hand. The most amazing part of him was his chivalry.

“
Thank you”, I said
putting my hand out. I lifted myself up directly into his body. He
pulled me close with his free hand, putting his large hand in my
favorite spot--the cleavage of my buttocks. I groaned, my arm
reached up to his neck and I ran my fingers in his thick, wavy
hair. He nuzzled my face, sought my mouth, and kissed my lips so
sweetly. He parted my mouth and sought my tongue with his, playing
a game of tag with my tongue. He sucked on my bottom lip. I felt
little flutters in my groin and the desire for him skyrocketed. I
felt the stirrings in my pelvis and the wetness that was building
as I rose on my toes to kiss him deeply. Letting go of my hand he
brought his hand to my buttock and cupped me hard. I felt his chest
and arms strain to pick me up, and hard erection pressed into my
mound. Feeling breathless and dizzy with desire, I pulled my mouth
away.

“
We should eat. I’m
hungry. I don’t want the salmon to get dry.” I said. He took a
moment, holding me close to his body. He inhaled deeply, and then
sighed.

“
Okay?” I asked softly.
His eyes were closed, and when he allowed them to open, I smiled in
hopes to elicit the same from him. An imperceptible smile formed in
one corner of his mouth, and I kissed that corner of his mouth. I
pulled my body away from his. He grabbed my hand and I pulled him
toward the counter stool. “Sit. I’ll get it ready.” I felt a bit
flustered as I suppressing my desire, and retrieved the plates from
the warming drawer. Despite the time in the drawer, the salmon
looked great. I nuked the cream sauce, and poured it over the
salmon. I could feel his eyes on me, trained on me with each move I
made around his kitchen. He didn’t say a word. I’m sure he never
expected me to cook a meal.

When all was ready, I served his plate
and placed mine beside his, near my stool. I found napkins and
forks in the drawers right behind the counter.

“
Wow. You made this.” He
asked with wide eyes.

“
Yep. I cook a lot. You
have a lot of great stuff in your kitchen. Do you shop for all of
it?”

“
No. Glynnis buys
everything. She cooks for me during the weekdays when I’m here. I’m
good at reheating.” He responded while cutting a piece of salmon.
He took a bite. “Mmm. This is good.” He took a forkful of veggies.
A smile came to my face. He looked at me, smiled, and leaned over
for a quick peck on the cheek. “This would go great with some wine.
Would you like some?” He asked while standing up from his
stool.

“
No. I think I’ve had
enough to drink for a while. I don’t drink much. Just special
occasions.”

“
This isn’t a special
occasion? Us, here together, fueling up before I rock your world.”
He said with a jiggle of his hips. I laughed. He’s so cute. The
wide grin on his face highlighted the adorable dimples on his
cheeks.

“
It’s a special occasion.
I’ll take a small glass of wine. Small!” I commanded by showing him
pinched fingers.

He brought two glasses of wine and
handed me one. “Pinot Noir.” He said. I wouldn’t know the
difference. I’m not a connoisseur of fine wine or
liquors.

I took a sip. “It’s lovely. Thank
you.” I said. He reached over and put his hand on my back and
stroked it, letting his fingers gently scratch down to my spot. A
little shiver went up my spine and the goose bumps made an
appearance on my flesh. We ate quietly, and sipped the wine slowly.
I felt my nerves calming down with the wine, which may have been
his desired effect. It was just enough to loosen me up and not too
much to let me lose my control.

I felt myself getting full. I stopped
and watched him finish eating. He took the last piece of potato
onto his fork and scraped it around the plate seeking more of the
sauce. He finished every bite and let the fork fall with a
clang.

“
That was fantastic. I
have to keep you around when Glynnis is off.” He said, and I
'eeked' internally. ‘Keep me around’, that had a nice ring to
it.

“
Well, I’m glad you
enjoyed it. I have a lot of recipes that you’d like.” I said as I
saw him pat his taut belly. He stretched his arms, and
yawned.

“
Tired?” I asked, hoping
he wouldn’t be too tired. There was a big elephant in the room. I
was anxious about having sex with him. I stayed in his home in
order to be with him, not just for sex, but to spend time getting
to know him. However, a big part of me wanted to get it over with.
The anticipation made me anxious. I didn’t know how to control my
desire for him.

“
Yeah. I ran all around
the hospital today. I don’t usually spend so much time with rounds.
I did two surgeries yesterday and one from Thursday that I was
discharging. And I didn’t get much sleep last night, and we woke up
so early before my getting the call.” He rubbed his face, scrapping
his bristly beard. I longed to feel his beard on my skin
again.

“
Maybe I should go so you
can get some rest.” I got up and grabbed our plates. He grabbed my
forearm, squeezing it gently for me to let them go. I let go of
both plates and looked him in the eyes, seeing the dark longing
that I saw earlier today.

“
You’re not going
anywhere. I want you to stay. I want to give you the proper ‘thank
you’ for cooking me this great meal. You’re a keeper.” My heart
flip flopped at his words—‘you’re a keeper’. I leaned over and gave
him a kiss on his soft, full lips. His arm wrapped around my waist,
pulling me close to his warm body. Once again the passion emanated
from these stools. The heat rose from in between my legs, yearning
for him. He held me beside him and kissed me slowly. He still held
my arm and guided it to his crotch, and placed my hand on his hard
cock. I gasped when I felt his cock struggling through his scrubs.
He turned his stool and opened his legs to let me enter the
void.

“
We keep starting here,
and we never finish. Are you ready to go to my room and finish what
we started this morning?” He said after pulling his mouth away from
mine.

With my eyes closed and my heart
beating out of my chest, I breathlessly answered, “Yes”.

He stood up and leaned over to kiss
me, holding my face in his large hands. He looked into my eyes, and
I melted. I felt my knees buckle slightly under me from the heat
coming from between us. I felt his hands separate from my face. One
arm reached to my back. He bent his knees and tucked his free arm
under my knees, picking me up. Instinctively, I held him around the
neck.

“
I’m too heavy. You’ll
hurt yourself.” I warned.

“
Shut up!” He quieted my
mouth with his lips. The fact that he could pick me up with the
added pounds on my frame, made me groan with longing. He carried me
to his bedroom. Soft sunlight streamed into the bedroom. The hunger
for each other was even stronger than this morning. He laid me on
the bed, my head to his pillow. He slipped off his shoes, and
climbed on top of me, parting my legs with his own. He pulled me up
to sitting and pulled the shirt over my head, exposing my lacy bra.
I reached behind me and unpinned the strap. He reached his hands
and pulled the straps off my shoulders and down my arms, tossing it
away.

He dove to my right breast and licked
my puckered nipple. I jumped at his wet touch and arched my back,
inviting him to stay there, and he accepted by cupping my breast
and continuing to lick and suck. He gave me kisses around my chest,
to my neck, and back. He moved on to my left breast and gave it the
same attention he did to the other.

Wanting to feel his skin on mine, I
brought my hands to his shirt. I pulled it up, touching his skin
with the back of my fingers on the way up, and he shuddered under
my touch. He helped pull the v neck scrub shirt off his
body.

I gripped his waist, feeling his
oblique muscles with my thumbs, pulling him down for our torso’s to
touch. We kissed passionately as he gnashed his erection on my
covered vagina. The fabric rubbed my clitoris and became wet from
my arousal. I peeled my hand from his soft skin, and reached for
the elastic band of the shorts that I wore, bucking underneath him.
He lifted his hips, allowing space between our bodies. I slipped
the shorts I wore over my hips and buttocks. He pulled down with
one hand and I tried to pedal my legs to remove them. The shorts
stopped at my calves with the weight of his body pinning my legs
down.