She turns around and enters her house, only to stop and spin around two seconds later. “And take your boots off. Their noisy stomping woke me up,” shesnarls.
“Sorry,” I apologize, my lips twitching to crack a smile from the derisive stare she is awardingmewith.
I kick my boots off and throw them to the side of the patio before unlocking Jorgie’s front door and ambling inside. I don’t bother switching on any of the lights. I’ve walked the floors of this house so many times that I can recall every inch in photographic detail. My plan is to catch up on a few hours of sleep before wrangling a way to force Ava to talk to me. Until I’ve hashed out all my guilt for what happened, I’m going to relentlessly nag her. Even if she never wants to talk to me again, I still want the opportunity to explain why I vanished. Maybe once she realizes I did it to protect her, she can release some of the pent-up anger she is harboringtowardsme.
I massage a kink out of my neck before pulling my long-sleeve shirt over my head. My eyelids are heavy, exhausted from being awake nearly thirty-six hours. I take a left at the end of the hall before entering the second door on the right. Although never officially given the title, this room was my room anytime I stayed at Jorgie’s house. I unbutton the fly on my jeans and slide down the zipper. By the time I hit the end of the double bed, my jeans are discarded on the floor and I’m wearing nothing but a pair of socks. The bed gives out a creak when I sit down to yank off my socks. After tugging back the thick duvet cover, I slip intothebed.
The brisk coolness of the night becomes a forgotten memory when I sink into the heavenliness of a warm bed. There is a beautiful smell infusing the air. A homely smell. It smells fresh. Sweet even. Sweet with a dash of aftershave. It’s kind of like a smell of a man and woman mingled together. It’sintoxicating.
My eyes balk when the warmth of a body wraps around the curves of my torso. My heart leaves my chest when a loud, high-pitched squeal booms through my ears, sustaining me permanent hearing loss. When the warmth heating my body darts out of the bed, I scamper, freaked that I’ve just entered a stranger’s bed. I send a quick prayer to God, hoping their husband or father doesn’t own a gun. My eyes wince when a bedroom light flicks on, illuminating the room with unnatural light. Adjusting my eyes to the sudden brightness, I notice a blurry figure frantically pacing aroundtheroom.
“Where the hell is it?” squeals a femalevoice.
Just as my vision clears, a wildly swung steel baseball bat misses hitting the side of my face by a mickey whisker. If I were an inch closer, my head would have been knocked into the nextcentury.
“Jesus,” I say, taking a step backward when it flings past my head again, grazing the tip ofmynose.
Through the distorted vision of a wildly swinging bat, I catch the quickest glimpse of a profile I’d never forget. A vision that’s burned into myretina.
Ava steps closer to me, swinging the bat like Babe Ruth is standing out on the pitch. “If you come near me, I’ll shove this bat.... where… where…. the sun don’t shine,” shewarns.
My head flings back and the loudest laugh I’ve ever cackled in my life tears from my throat. My lungs burn when they lose the ability to fill with air. Tears stream down my face, and my whole body shudders as I laugh like a man who has lost his marbles. I can’t help it. Ava’s never been good at issuing a threat. Clearly, nothing haschanged.
Recognizing my laughter, Ava stops swinging the bat. She rests it at the side of her barely covered legs and stares at me with a gaped mouth. Her chest is thrusting up and down, and her eyes are wide. My laughter halts when I realize she is standing before me in nothing but a tiny pair of satin sleeping shorts and matching cami that doesn’t have a chance in hell of hiding her perfect, cock-twitchingbody.
With a body crafted by the Almighty Himself to bring men to their knees, Ava is like a bottle of fine wine. She keeps getting better and better with age. Her lush, pert tits are straining against her meager satin cami top, and inches upon inches of her glorious, toned legs are peaking out the bottom of a pair of small satin sleeping shorts. She has a rocking body that makes my cock as hard as stone.She isperfect!
She stands across from me as quiet as a monk on a vow of silence as her massively dilated eyes run over my body. The more she absorbs the large collection of tattoos covering every inch of my torso and arms, the more her brows pull together. Other than the squadron tattoo on my forearm, every tattoo in my collection was added after I vanished. Every one of them reminds me of her insomeform.
Ava’s eyes widen and she inhales a quick, sharp breath when her gaze becomes arrested on something lower than my stomach. Following her shocked gaze, I mumble a curse word under my breath and run my hand along my jaw. Once again, I’m standing before her as naked as the day as I was born. And hard enough to drill through the Arcticcircle.
“Shit, sorry,” I mumble, raking my eyes around the room, seeking anything that could cover my primed and ready-to-plunge-into-Ava’s-tight-pussycock.
I cringe while grabbing a ball-shrinking pink lace scatter cushion off the floor to place in front of my stiff cock. I’m not joking when I say this is the most hideous pillow I’ve ever seen. If Ava wasn’t standing across from me, practically naked, it would have made quick work of the hard-on turning my brain to mush from the mass loss of blood being directed to my cock. But even looking like I’m about to go dance on a float at Mardi Gras, my dick isn’t softening any. If anything, it’s getting harder. That probably has something to do with the smile tugging on the corner of Ava’s mouth.She’s even more beautiful when shesmiles.
“What is it with our reunions always ending up with me being naked?” I ask, my tonecheeky.
The happiness on Ava’s face vanishes in an instant, replaced with a look of a woman who is ready to castrate me. I swallow harshly as she storms around the bed, reaching me in two heart-thrashing seconds. She places her open palms on the middle of my back and pushes with all hermight.
“Get out!” she grunts, her words coming out in astrain.
“It’s three AM,” Iplead.
“I don’t care,” she retaliates, increasing the strength in her pushes. “You are notstayinghere!”
My feet skim across the carpet from her determination. “Come on, Ava. It’s late. I already checked every motel in town. They’re either full orclosed.”
I could dig my feet in the carpet and refuse to budge. But I’m not going to. At the end of the day, I'm an intruder in her home, and I don’t want her to feel like she can’t protect herself in her ownhouse.
I crank my neck to the side and peer at her. A grin forms on my lips when I'm met with her crazy ringlet curls wildly bouncing from her heavy stomps and her raspygrunts.
“Just one night. I’ll be gone first thing in the morning,” I beg, returning my eyes front andcenter.
Ava’s brisk pace across the living room eases, as do her windless pants. Sensing her resolve slipping, I continue withmyplea.
“Before you’ve even woken. Please, Ava,” I shamefully beg. “I’ll get down on my hands and knees if I have to.” I use the same voice I regularly used when begging for her to make me blueberry pancakes for dinner when we wereyounger.
A cool breeze runs the length of my spine when Ava drops her warm hands from my back. When the sounds of tiny feet padding along the wooden floor of the living room resonate through my ears, I spin around. Not wanting to give her any more incentive to kick me out, I cover my half-masted cock with my hands. Ava moves swiftly through the house, gathering a sheet and blanket from the hallway cupboard and a spare pillow from her bed. Keeping her narrowed eyes firmly rooted on me, she walks into the living room, only stopping when she reaches the side of a small two-seater sofa. With a sly smirk etched on her face, she gestures her head to the couch. I cringe. A man of my size won’t fit half of my body on that tinycouch.
