Sail (Wake #2) (17 page)

She pulled away enough to say, “You better stop.” Then she kissed me again before adding, “In a minute.”

“
You
better stop. Or maybe…” and I gave her a pervy grin and waggled my eyebrows. The subtext was blow job. Even though I knew she wouldn’t, it was still fun to make her squirm. She pretended to be shocked, and maybe somewhat offended, then she paired our mouths again and spoke into our kiss.

“In the bathroom?” she whispered.

Dirty girl.

She thought I’d meant a quickie in the john. I hadn’t, but I liked where her mind was.

“No, right here,” I whispered. Even though she was thinking about sex, and I was at first only alluding to a hummer. I was curious if she was serious.

I might have to book us another flight. And soon.

If a gentleman walked a girl to the door for a kiss, I wondered what I could get if I accompanied her back on her flight the next day?

Then, I came to myself and found my mind in the gutter with hers. And by gutter, I meant fantasizing about being smashed up in a tiny airplane bathroom—which was only feet away—pumping her full of Air-cock One and making her scream my name.

“Here?” She flushed in all the right places and confirmed that even a sunburned nose could turn noticeably pinker.

“Well, maybe not
everything
right here, but you could…” Then I coughed to avoid saying the rest out loud. I kissed her again like I had ownership of her lips. The slight moaning coming from her propelled my fantasy into a plan. It would have been a messy plan, but shit we always were good at messy.

“Want to stay at the hotel with me?” she asked, as I slowed our kiss so we wouldn’t get scolded. I wiped the corners of her mouth with my thumb.

“Yes.”

“That was fast.”

“Well, I want to stay with you. There’s not that much to think about.”

Again, she looked out the window as she said, “I know staying at your house isn’t right
yet.
I also know we’ll get there.” She looked back into my eyes. “I don’t deserve to be there, but I will soon, Casey.” The confidence in her posture and voice sold me. I didn’t have to be painfully truthful and tell her I couldn’t have her at my house yet. She just knew.

She wasn’t fucking around anymore, either.

That week she’d been open and transparent. The part that confused me was how calm she was about all of it. In the past, any time facing what we were, or what we wanted, turned her into a basket-case. She’d think one thing when she was with me and then as soon as I was out of sight, it felt like I was also out of mind. Deep down, I knew that wasn’t completely true, but then again she
married
the fucking idiot.

“You’re freaking me out a little,” I told her. “I don’t know this Blake. So Sure. Decided.”

“I know, right?” She beamed, but underneath there was something revealing she hadn’t expected it from herself either. “I told you. I’m done with all of that. I’m not
making
a decision anymore. It’s
made.
It’s
you.
I don’t care what I have to do, how long it takes or who doesn’t like it. It isn’t their life and it—sure as hell—isn’t their business.”

Her lips chastely touched mine again and the overhead light, indicating we needed to have our seat belts on and our tray tables back to their upright positions, came on with a resounding ding.

We straightened up and Blake put away the magazine she’d had out for the ride. As she tidied the space we’d shared for the last too many hours, and collected the empty water bottles preparing to hand them to the attendant, she said, “I’m not hiding how I feel anymore. I’m not scared of anyone finding out.”

She tossed the trash into the bag as the middle-aged flight attendant passed. Then she looked down at her nails.

“I guess I’m not biting these because I’m not worried.” She faced me as she said, “What could happen that hasn’t already? I’m caught. Red-handed in the cookie jar. I’m getting a divorce. I’m moving into my own place again and I’m getting a second—hell, probably a fifteenth—chance with you. I’m excited. I feel free.”

I didn’t know what to say, except, “Okay, then. Rock and roll.” It was lame, but I felt stunned.

Then she relaxed into the seat and yawned to combat the pressure she was feeling as we descended into San Francisco.

We lay in the hotel bed facing each other, both tired from the travel. Her fingers trailed up and down my arm.

“We should have just gone to my place,” I said lazily. “It was stupid getting a hotel room when I live thirty minutes from here.” I reached for her, moving my hand to her ass, pulling her naked body closer to mine.

“It’s fine. I
get
it.”

But did she? I wondered what she thought about me not inviting her over. There was no way she knew about the dream I had almost every night. The one where she says Grant’s name while we’re having sex in my bed. As stupid and unreasonable as it was, that played a big part of it. Maybe deep down I knew I wouldn’t feel safe with her there if she was still married, even as hell bent as she was on following through with the divorce.

“What do you
get,
honeybee?”

“You know. The last time I was there I left you.” Blake’s fingers trailed up my neck and it caused a shiver to slip down my back. Then she held my cheeks in her hand. “I’m sorry I’ve hurt you. I hurt me, too. The truth is,
I
don’t want to go back until I can stay.”

“So you’re moving in?” I said as I squeezed her perfectly round butt.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.”

“That’s what I meant. You can move in,” I said and licked her nose. “When you’re ready. If you want to.”

“You’ve got all of this planned out then? And don’t lick my face.”

I went to lick again and she dodged me. “Yep. I can’t be one-hundred percent sure, but I like to think I can see where this is headed. And let me tell you what, there’s a lot of licking in your future.”

Her laugh bellowed and she pulled her face away again, but I got her anyway.

“Stop. No licking my face,” she giggled and squirmed.

“Come here. Just one more taste.” I reached for her with my tongue and she kissed the tip of it with silly puckered lips.

We both knew where the innuendo was headed and that made it all the more fun. Who would be the one to make it cliché? I couldn’t hold out much longer and the fire in her pretty eyes said she couldn’t either.

“As much as I’d love to let you
lick me,
I believe I owe you a…” then she coughed, omitting the actual words, referring to my unspoken request for a little something-something back on the plane.

“You know? I think you’re right,” I said, as I rolled onto my back and laced my fingers behind my head. I was ready for the reward for my good behavior.

“Then you’ll owe me,” she sweetly negotiated on her way down the bed, pulling the sheet down exposing my obvious agreement to her proposal.

“Do you accept frequent flier miles?” I asked.

“Nope.”

“Oh. A cash-only girl, huh?”

She playfully slapped the side of my leg with one hand and gripped me tightly with the other, warning, “You’re about to ruin this for yourself, Lou.”

“Then name your price.”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something. It appears you’re good for it,” she said as she licked the head of my dick.

I could already feel that familiar fullness growing in my balls. Her mouth was a con artist. Looking sweet and innocent, all the while knowing exactly what to do to get what she wanted out of me. The sexy scoundrel took the whole length of me in one sinful dip of her head.

“Take everything I have. You can have it all. Just don’t stop,” I pleaded. “
Ever.
”

Thursday, January 14, 2010

WOULD LEAVING HIM
EVER
stop feeling so wrong?

Casey rode to the airport, and even stood in line with me, while I waited for my turn to print my boarding pass and check my bags at the ticket counter.

“You know, you don’t have to stay. I’ve done this before,” I teased.

“You have? Oh, well, in that case…” He pretended and acted like he was leaving without saying goodbye. I grabbed the sleeve of his green sweater and pulled him in for a quick kiss. He’d been playful all night and all morning. The last thing I wanted was to leave any minutes behind that I could have shared with him.

I wasn’t sure when we’d see each other again, but in the back of my mind I’d silently prayed this was one of the last goodbyes. It wasn’t nearly as hard or as emotional as some of them had been, but they all sucked and I was tired of doing it.

I wanted to be with him more. Wherever he was. And although I hadn’t thought about moving to San Francisco before, if it was where he wanted to live, then I’d move there when the time came. It only made sense. I had a place to work there. He could probably work from wherever he lived, whether it was there or in Seattle, but it felt easier for me to be the one to relocate.

Only time would tell, but knowing there
was
time made me fill with eagerness and hope for our future. I stood there in line and zoned off a little, thinking about how far we’d come. Casey stood behind me with his arms loosely wrapped around my shoulders. I looked up and back to him, into his greenish-blue eyes and asked, “Are you going back to work tomorrow?”

I had a big week coming up, having been on vacation so soon after the holidays. I was going to have a lot of catching up to do, even though we were pretty slow that time of year. Still, I’d been off the better part of three of the last four weeks.

“Actually, I’m going to swing by there after I go home and shower. I need to make some calls and check on a few of the new brew lines. I leave for Minneapolis tomorrow.”

I wish I was going to Minneapolis tomorrow.

“The beer isn’t going to sell itself,” I said, humoring him.

“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong. It kind of does sell itself, but they like to keep me away. It’s beginning to give me a complex.” He kissed the top of my head. “Do you have any trips planned?”

As we moved forward in the line, I thought about the different places I needed to visit in the upcoming weeks.

“Not this week, but next week I think I’m going to Vegas for a day or two to make certain everything is going well for a re-launch. Then I’m going straight to Chicago to do a consult with a new client. I might see Reggie if he’s in town. That reminds me, I need to call him.”

He whispered in my ear, “I’ll get my schedule lined out and email it to you. Maybe we can meet up somewhere soon. You’re probably going to start missing me.”

Probably?
I already missed him and I hadn’t even left him to go through security.

“No. You’ll be missing me and you still owe me. Remember?” He really didn’t though.

The night before, after I’d given probably the best oral of my life, he repaid me twofold. But who was keeping score? He’d gladly pay me again right there in the ticket line if I asked.

“I remember,” he said, but looked like he was just going along with what I’d said as he scratched his head.

After I had what I needed to board, we lagged toward the point of no return. I felt the nagging pang in my chest knowing I really
was
going to miss him. The only thing that gave me comfort was knowing he was only a phone call away and I could dial him anytime I damn well pleased.