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Authors: Emeline Piaget

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Chapter 27

Addison

 

When the pizza arrived, Stephen paid for it, brought it back into the living room and set it on the coffee table next to the bottle of wine. I went into the kitchen to grab a couple of wine glasses and plates.  When I came back into the living room, he was cursing at his phone.

 

“Everything okay?”

 

“Yeah, I just forgot I promised my mom, I would drop something off for her.  Do you mind if we make a quick side trip before the fireworks?” He asked.

 

“No, no, not at all.  That’s fine.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

“What did you forget?”

 

“Oh, she’s having some friends over for brunch tomorrow and she asked me to stop and get her a few supplies.  That’s what I did when I dropped you off earlier.”

 

“Aww, that’s so sweet.”

 

He’s such a good son
, I thought.

 

“Eh, it was no big deal.  My plan was to drop them off right after I left the store, but I started thinking about you and ended up in your driveway,” he said with a devious smile.

 

“Well, don’t let me stand in the way of a mom and her brunch,” he grinned.

 

“It’ll be quick, I promise.”

 

“I’m not worried,” I said as I opened the pizza box, placed a slice on a plate and handed it to him.

 

“Thanks baby.”

 

We sat on the couch and started watching the movie.  Somewhere in between Will Ferrell and Kevin Hart’s on-screen hijinks, I dozed off.  When I woke up I saw that he was looking through a photo album that I kept underneath the coffee table.

 

“Find any blackmail worthy photos?” I asked.

 

“No, not yet,” he laughed, “but I haven’t given up my search.”

“Don’t look too hard, you’re bound to find something.”

 

“I doubt, you’ve always been beautiful,” he said with a sincerity in his voice that I wasn’t expecting.

 

“Thank you,” I said, feeling my cheeks get warm.

 

“You’re adorable when you blush.”

“You noticed that?”

 

“I notice a lot of things about you.”

 

“Oh really?” I said seductively.  “Like what?” 

 

“How about I notice the way you giggle when I kiss you here,” he said as he leaned in and kissed right under my ear.  I responded as he expected.

 

“What else did you notice?”

 

“I noticed that you moan every time I touch you here,” he said as he reached for my shirt.

 

“Stop it,” I giggled.  “If you start that we will definitely not make it to your mother’s and the fireworks.”

“I can show you fireworks,” he winked and kissed me.

 

“I know,” I said wickedly as I straddled his lap and kissed him neck.  He moaned.

 

“You’re terrible.  I thought you told me ‘no’.”

 

“I did, but I think we can make it quick.”

 

“Baby there is nothing quick about what I want to do to you,” said tickling me.

 

“Okay, okay, mercy I give.  We better get ready to go.”

 

“Grab your toothbrush, I’m not letting you go tonight,” he smirked.

 

“Good I didn’t want to be let go of.”

 

He smacked my butt as I got up and walked past him to my bedroom.

 

After I grabbed an overnight bag, we were on our way to the fireworks, with what was supposed to be a stop at his mom’s house first.

Chapter 28

Stephen

 

“I’ll be quick,” I said as we pulled up at my mom’s house.  “Don’t rush, its okay,” she said as I pulled my spare key out off of the key ring.  I hopped out and grabbed a couple of bags from the backseat.  I looked back and winked at her as I walked in the front door.  I had barely stepped through the front door when my mom greeted me in the hallway.

 

“Nicky! Hi baby!  Thank you so much for getting that stuff for me.”

“You’re welcome Ma.  Hope you ladies have fun tomorrow.”

 

“Oh, it’ll be a hoot.  Michelle will be there along with a few ladies I play bunko with.”

 

“Give Michelle a hug for me.”

“I will! You know she still talks about you all the time.  She wonders when you’re going to settle down like her Petey.”

 

“Ma, please not now. I have to go.”

 

“Where are you rushing off to?”

“Going to the fireworks at UB with a friend.”

 

“A lady friend?”

 

“MA!”

 

“What?  You’re my son I can ask!”

 

“You know what dad would say if he was here right?”

 

“Oh goodness, yes, ‘leave the boy alone Marion’,” she sighed and smiled at the memory of my dad.  “Well, guess what buddy, he’s not, so I’m not dropping it.”

“Ma, I really have to go. She’s waiting for me.”

 

“Stephen Nicholas Pascarelli, you left her outside! That is so rude.  You go get her and invite her in right now!”

 

“Mom, no.”

 

“Yes! NOW!” 

 

I sighed.

 

“Yes, ma’am.  But can you do me a favor please?”

 

“What sweetie?”

 

“Cool it with the Nicky stuff okay.”

 

“Fine, I’ll try.”

 

“Do better than try woman!” I said as I kissed her cheek.  “I’ll be right back.”

 

I shook my head as I walked out to the car praying that my mom didn’t slip.

 

“Hey baby, my mom just yelled at me for leaving you out here and the only way for me to get back into her good graces is to bring you inside so that I can prove that I’m not some rude bastard but the polite gentleman she raised me to be.  Would you please come in?  I promise it will be mostly painless.  Like a Band-Aid, we’ll rip it off quickly,” I chuckled.

 

“I would love to meet your mother.  I can tell her about all the ways you take advantage of me,” she said playfully smacking my arm as she got out of the car.

 

“Don’t you dare!”

 

Mom was in the kitchen fussing with her teapot when we walked in.  She looked up and instantly beamed.

“Oh my goodness, you are gorgeous.  I’m Marion.  I promise I didn’t raise Stephen to be so rude,” she said as she came around the counter and hugged Addison.

 

“Mom, this is Addison.  Addison this is my mother, Marion.”

 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Pascarelli.  Stephen has told me so much about you.”

 

“Oh please, Marion is fine.  Mrs. Pascarelli is my dear belated husband’s mom.  I hope he was nice.”

 

“He said nothing, but wonderful things about you Marion.”

 

“I just never know with that boy, he’s such a smart aleck.”

 

“Gee, wonder who I get that from Ma!”

 

“You hush. I’m peaches and cream.”

 

“Yeah, after they have sat out in the sun. All curdled and wrinkled,” I laughed out loud.

 

“Stephen!” Addison shouted.

“Oh, it’s okay dear.  He’s a rascal, but I know when it comes down to it, he loves his mother.”

 

“I do indeed.” I said as I kissed her cheek.

 

“So Addison, tell me about you.”

 

“Um… well, there’s not much to tell.  I own a little boutique downtown called Bree Elle Boutique.  We have all types of goodies in there.  You should stop by sometime and check it out.  Since I know the owner I could ensure you get a phenomenal discount,” she chuckled.

 

“Ma, that scarf I got you that you liked so much is from there.”

 

“Oh, yes, that was beautiful.  I’ll have to grab my friend Michelle and stop by.” 

I started to get a little nervous, hoping that she wouldn’t slip up and call me “Nicky,” because I would have a lot of explaining to do and I wasn’t quite ready for that just yet.

 

“Mom, we better get going.”

 

“You and Addison can’t stay for a cup of tea?”

 

“No, we want to get a good spot for the show.”

 

“Okay, okay.  Addison it was so nice to meet you,” she gave her a tight hug.  “Addison, that name sounds so familiar.”

 

“Love you mom,” I interrupted. “We really do need to go.”

 

“Okay Stephen,” she winked at me.  “Love you kiddo.”

 

“Love you to Ma.”

 

I hugged her then gently grabbed Addison elbow to lead her out.

 

“I’ll call you tomorrow night to check on your party.”

 

“Ok Ni…” she paused. “Night! Have a good night you two.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as I opened the truck door for Addison.

 

“She is really sweet Stephen.”

 

“Eh, she’s alright.” I chuckled.  “I’m kidding.  She’s my best friend. Honestly, I wouldn’t be the man I am without her.”

 

“She seems very proud of you.”

 

“I’m a helluva son, what’s not to be proud of.”

 

“And so modest,” she laughed.

 

“You like it,” I leaned over and kissed her.

 

“I guess you’re alright,” she joked and kissed me back.

 

“Are you ready for some 4
th
of July fireworks?” I asked.

 

“Yep, let’s do it!”

Chapter 29

Addison

 

The fireworks show, along with the band was, amazing.  It was only the second or third time that I had been to the University to catch the show.  It’s funny how so funny how the company you are with can completely change how you enjoy something.  It’s amazing how fast you can fall for someone.  The past two weeks with Stephen had been wonderful and exciting.  He was so different from Travis and Chad.  Our connection was almost immediate, like we had known each other for years. 

 

After the fireworks we went back to Stephen’s house.

 

“How about a late night dip in the pool?” He asked devilishly.

 

“I don’t have a suit.”

 

“That’s fine, I have a privacy fence.  No one will see you.”

 

The thought of skinny dipping with Stephen really turned me on.  It was something I had never done before and I was not going to turn down an opportunity to see his gorgeous, sculpted body.

 

“Ha! Last one in loses,” I said, kicking off my sandals as I ran from the garage toward the patio door.

 

“What are the stakes?” He asked, pulling his polo off.  He was right on my heels.

 

“Winner picks,” I said with my dress halfway over my head.

 

“Deal,” he said as he unbuckled his pants.

 

The two of us raced through the house like teenagers.  I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt by the time I reached the pool’s edge, so I stopped to take a quick breath.  I heard him coming and tried to jump in but he was closer than I thought.  He grabbed me, picked me up and jumped in.  I screamed.

 

“I think that’s a tie,” he said smugly as we both stood up.

 

“You cheated!” I hollered.

 

“I never said I played fair sweetheart.”

“Spoiled sport, you know I should have won.”

 

“I’d like to think that we both won in this.”

He laughed and I splashed him.  “Don’t be like that, come here.”  He reached for me and pulled me up against his hard body, the contrast between his hot body and the cool water was intoxicating.  He leaned down and placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me.

 

“You still aren’t playing fair.  You know what your kisses do to me.”

 

“I do,” he whispered as he leaned in to kiss me again.

 

“So what would you like to claim as your prize beautiful?”

 

“Hmm… let me think.”

 

“Well, keep on thinking, I’m going to claim my prize,” he breathed into my ear.  As he kissed my ear, he backed me up against the wall of the pool.  I wrapped my arms around his neck as he continued to tease my ear with his tongue.  He moved from my ear to my jaw, softly biting and kissing.  He was taking his time, slowly exploring every inch of me.  Next he kissed down my neck and across my collar bone to the other side of my neck. He was slow and methodical, like he mentally mapped every inch of me. 

 

If I didn’t know better I would think he already knew every curve of my body.  He cupped my breast and dipped his head down to tease it with his tongue. He took his time licking and sucking and teasing before moving to the other side to do the same thing.  He pulled away slightly and looked me in the eyes and smiled before placing his hands on my hips and lifting me out of the water and placing me on the very edge of the pool.  

 

He stood in between my legs looking at me like I was a hungry man looks at a cake.  He was ready to devour me.  He placed my legs over his shoulders and I could feel his warm breath mixing with the heat from my core.  Our eyes meet and he kissed my lips sweetly.  He took his tongue and flattened it against me and ran it up slowly.  I purred and threw my head back.  My fingers instinctively curled into his lush dark blonde hair, while the light from inside of the pool illuminating his solid shape.  He teased me with his tongue on my lips again and again.  Soon I was begging him for more.

 

“Tell me what you want Addison,” he moaned into me.  I bucked my hips in response.  He backed away slightly.  “No, I want you to tell me.  Do you like this?”  I nodded.  “Tell me!” He said urgently. I breathed heavily.

 

“You!  I want you,” I squirmed to get closer to him.

 

“What do you want me to do?”

 

“I want you, your tongue, inside of me.”

I was barely able to finish my sentence before his tongue was deep inside of me.  I arched my back in response to the sensation of his warm, strong tongue working inside of me.

 

“Oh my god,” I moaned.

 

“Damn baby, I missed you.”

 

“I missed you too.”

The sensation was so intense I had to lie back on the concrete.  He gently pulled me into him even more.  I was exposed to anyone who had the guts to look over the fence and I didn’t care.  All I cared about at that moment was the way I felt with Stephen.  It was more than the sex, I was falling for him and had no idea how it happened so fast.  He was masterful with his tongue and it didn’t take me long to reach a climax. He lapped up every single drop of my essence as my body convulsed from pleasure.  I couldn’t move when he was finished.  I peeked down at him as he dunked himself under the water, then climbed out on the side.  He bent over and lifted me into his arms and carried me over to one of the lawn chairs. 

 

He placed me on my feet and sat down, then pulled me onto his lap.  I sat straddling him, our bodies entwined in a beautiful contrast against the moonlight.  He slid inside me slowly, barely moving like he was savoring this moment. We locked eyes and I could swear I saw something tender.  Was he falling for me too?  He kissed me passionately.  We stayed locked like that for what felt like hours.  It was amazing; when I came again, it was so intense that tears formed in my eyes.  He held me until I started to shiver. 

 

“Wait… what about you?  Did you?”

 

“No baby, it’s okay.  I got my prize.” 

He picked me up and carried me into the house, placing me in his bed.  He climbed in next to me, pulling me into his arms.  I laid there listening to him breath until I heard the shift in his breathing rhythm.  It slowed and deepened and I knew he had fallen asleep. 

 

“I love you Stephen,” I whispered before drifting off into a peaceful sleep myself.

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