Her breath stops. I watch and wait. “Jolly rogers. that wasn’t a dream? It’s really one in the afternoon?”
I nod and wait for what’s next. “The questions Mucimi gave me?”
“Mucimi wasn’t here,” I point out.
She rolls those pretty eyes. “He sent them to me for the guy…” she stops.
I’m up on one elbow quick and her head falls closer to my stomach. “What guy? I think you decided thewhowith all your questions. First kiss was awkward as hell but I initiated the second and you took it over showing me up.” Deer in the headlights is the only way to describe that look, but the eyes still hold me captive.
“I did the whole list with you?” She looks like she’s searching for the memory.
“You said last question before you asked where we’d fuck.”
Her eyes close. “That was the last question. You said behind a door, didn’t you?”
I nod watching those eyes change as she nods. She answered every fuckin’ question after me and asked more than I thought matters.
“We agreed more than we didn’t?” She’s hopeful.
I see her eyes shift and know she remembers as I answer. “No kids, I don’t shop and you’ll ride behind me but will accept the bike...”
She nods before I finish. “You build so I can ride with the ol’ ladies.” It comes out monotone.
This time, I nod seriously. “You didn’t mean it.” I’m pissed seeing guilt on her face.
She grabs my arm and holds it so I can’t get up. I need it to put the robotic on but I’m not asking anything right now. I thought she was being honest. I thought this was real. She talked to me on the ship for hours. Last night at the bar, then when we woke up on the bed at two. She kissed me and told me about the list after she took over the second kiss. I need a fuckin’ shrew-like hag to keep me from putting it all on the line again. Pretty women don’t deserve the time of day from me.
She waves her hand in front of my face. “I meant every word. I talk when I’m drunk. Well, the one time and it was all the truth. I’m here in the US because of that.” Her words freeze me.
“You told about the operative that caused you to walk away from the jobs?”
She nods but doesn’t give details. “I did and I meant it all, Hud. I wouldn’t go through all those questions as a game.”
She said it was for a life using a US saying. “‘Keep off thegrass’, is Marine not Ranger but we understand their gibberish,” I tell her showing I remember too.
She giggles and I like the sound. It’s soothing. “No shortcuts will start the building of a lifetime ofus.” Her eyes turn serious. “I believe that and believe you get and possess the discipline it takes to put the work in. I can’t, no, I won’t walk because I believe in the reasoning and answers those questions lead us to. I think I remember all of it but I wasn’t completely coherent at the end.”
I smile looking down, then at her. “The last shot was where I lost the plot but you insisted.”
She nods. “It’s after that, that I can’t quite remember.” The embarrassment squeezes my heart. There is no doubt or hesitancy there.
I want to believe in her, everything she’s said has been real. Drunk makes her faulty memory plausible and mine isn’t exactly a hundred percent. I take a deep breath. I’ve got no room to expect more from her than I can give myself. “You’re coherent now.” I try for real.
Her hand snakes its way to my dick and I’m all for coherent sex. She is real.
“Lay back so that’s good for both of us.” She does and I’m turned her way in a millisecond.
“Hands helping, mouth telling.” I make sure she remembers it’s a team sport and hear her little moan as she moves that empty hand to her tit. She remembers to grip me hard, sending electricity right through me. My bite to her nipple has it puckering and her hand jerking my dick the way I showed her earlier this morning. She remembers the important parts of us. My hand slithers under her ass enough to tilt her pussy into my other hand. Her back arches to a perfect position for me to move from her tit to her neck and get all those little moans out of her.
Life is good right here until she’s shuddering, then I need more than her hand to make it through her little clenching aftershocks. No, I need time to build another before I dip the tip of my dick into her to feel that for myself.
“Need more.” Pulling my hand out from under her, my mission is clear, and she bends her knee as soon as my head is between her legs. Sucking at the crease of her leg, I push all my fingers in her getting them wet before my tongue moves closer. She lifts her ass up letting me know she isn’t finished. Charlie’s Angel knows how to keep me moving for her. I do by attacking her like she’s a bowl of the best cake batter and I am not leaving anything behind.
“Holy shit.”
I don’t stop to comment but slide fingers in knowing just what she likes that will get me what I like. I don’t remember all that she did for me to crave more of that but I remember everything she liked. I do it all again for her.
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