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"You guys go, " Mami says, pushing a scowling Marisol back onto the barstool and giving her a 'don't even think about it' look. He sticks his tongue out at her— it was always him on the receiving end of that look.
Sitting in the cab of his pickup truck as he pulls out of the driveway, Graham feels a sense of rightness. Maybe it's Melody’s scent filling the cab or the soft snores coming from a very content little boy. "He knocked out." Melody says, looking back at Oliver.
"Do you still want ice cream?" She asks.
"Let me just swing by and pick up a tub. We can take it to my house, and Ollie can have some when he wakes up." It's all so domestic. Walking into his house, carrying his sleeping child over the threshold, as Melody brings the ice cream inside and puts it in the freezer.It was as if they had made this trek a thousands times before.
They lay Oliver down on the living room couch and make their way over to the kitchen.
She stands in the middle of his home. She is here. He never thought this day would come. Melody is here, in his home.w Touching the counter that he designed specifically with her in mind, wanting a place to bend her over and fuck her like he did during Christmas break all those years ago. To bury himself in her and never come out.
"Did I see a picket fence out front, Graham?" She smirks at him, her head tossed to the side, hair cascading down one shoulder, leaving her other shoulder bare. She wore a strapless dress today, one that bears an uncanny resemblance to the one he peeled off her at one point.
"Why, yes, it is. Do you want to see it? Or would you rather see the bedroom?" He gives her a sexy smile or at least hopes he comes across as sexy and not hopelessly desperate. Because, at this point, he probably reeks of desperation.
"Come on.” He says as he walks her outside, suddenly eager to show her the new fence he just put up. He also stops to show her the flower bed he put in last week.
God, he was like an old man who was super proud of his lawn.
But damn it, he is super proud of it, he works hard on it. And the fence, he built it himself. He has a lot of free time on his hands now. The dating scene lost its appeal long ago, now he swipes for his needs to be met, usually in a neighboring town.
Even then, only a handful of those women know how to shut up long enough for him to get off. He wasn't lying when he told her that he would come with her name on his lips. Once he finds something that works, he holds on to it tight.
Melody
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Melody sits on the edge of the truck bed, hidden from the street. Graham lived on a quiet street where neighbors were nearby but not right up against the house. It was idyllic, really—the white picket fence, the flower bed, and the large backyard. Graham had strutted around the front of his home like a proud rooster, showing off his lawn and his handmade picket fence. Just thinking about him all sweaty, shirt off, mowing his lawn, or building something with his hands has her all flushed.
His proximity makes it difficult to stop herself from reaching out and yanking him closer to her. Shit, she can't remember how long it has been since she hit the dating scene or even went out in search of male companionship. His scent overwhelmed her senses and made her want to fall into his arms. It has been a really long time since she had such a strong sexual response to the nearness of another man. Over five years if she was keeping count.
"So you like to mow your lawn every Sunday now, old man?" She smiles at him, teasing his hard work.
"Hey now! I think you're making fun of me." He smiles wide and happy, leaning down, his breath tickling her ear. "Maybe one day, if you're lucky, I'll let you watch. Take my shirt off. Make sure you like what you see."
She squeezes her legs together. He probably does look hot if the size of his arms is any indication of what he has going on under that shirt.
"Is that right?" She tosses back. "I suppose I could take out a pitcher of lemonade in a sheer robe, ya know, just in case you get thirsty."
"Well then, in that case, I'll consider showing you my appreciation enthusiastically."
She doesn't know when or how he ended up standing between her open legs. The skirt of her dress now hitched pretty high on her thigh. Large, now roughly calloused, hands rubbing her exposed skin. With the height of the truck bed she doesn't have to look up at him anymore, she looks right into his eyes, her body tingling at the hunger she sees staring back at her.
She nods, accepting his hunger and meeting him with her own. He leans down to suck on the sensitive skin of her neck, melting into his touch. Melody leans her head back as he showers kisses down her chest, pulling the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts to the night air. His mouth is a frenzy of licks and nips that she doesn't have time to think. He pulls her breast into his mouth, sucking and moaning until she can't sit still. She pulls at his shirt, trying to get the damn thing off.
Her nipple comes out of his mouth with a pop, his lips swollen and glistening, eyes hooded, breathing rough and labored. He was just as affected as she was.
He pulls his shirt off easily with one hand, dropping it on the floor, revealing his immaculate body to her. He was even more breathtaking than she remembered. New tattoos spread over his chest and shoulders and on his arms. She didn't really get a chance to admire them as he shifted his position and sat on the truck bed, pulling her easily over his hips. He stares greedily at her breasts, his gaze giving her a visceral reaction, causing her to grind over his erection, making her breasts bounce up and down for his viewing pleasure.
"I have a confession to make, Melody." His voice was low, eyes still glued to her chest.
"When I saw you at the bookstore. I didn't just catch a glimpse of you and leave. I must have watched you for over 30 minutes. Your breast was out, nursing our son. I shouldn’t have been watching such an intimate moment, but Melody, I couldn't stop. I was so hard. I wanted to pull him out of your arms and take his place." His hips grind up to meet hers. "I wanted to take you right there in the bookstore while everyone watched. To come on those gorgeous tits.” He reaches under her dress, yanking on the side of her panties, tearing them off her easily.
She arches her back as he pulls out himself from his waistband, lifting her to get his pants down low enough. The first feeling of his shaft against her thigh has her reeling. She needs him now. It has been way too long. Lifting her hips to rub herself over his with abandon. He groans into her neck while she pulls on his hair, his hips grinding between her thighs.
"Wait, Graham, we can't. We have been down this road. I'm not on birth control. I was back then, I had just missed my shot, I should have been more responsible. I should have been thinking more clearly."
He stops suddenly, his body tense.
