Chapter Twenty-Two: Getaway
“Craig?”
What the sound of his voice did to me.
“Bedroom,” I said.
I folded laundry as fast as I could, because once I finished, I could relax.
“You got your hair cut.”He was standing in the bedroom doorway looking at me.He hadn’t taken off his jacket.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Stop folding for a sec.”
“It’s gonna wrinkle if I let it sit.”
He pulled the T-shirt I was holding out of my hand and dropped it on the bed, then he slipped his arms around my neck and kissed me.I put my hands around his waist and kissed him back.I’d almost forgotten why I was doing all this, why I was stressing myself out.Why everything had to be perfect.Now that I was holding him, everything was.
The oven timer buzzed.
“Brownies,” I said.
“Fuck ’em,” he said and kissed me harder.
I eased him away.“They’ll burn.”
He followed me to the kitchen, walking right up behind me.I pulled the pan out of the oven.The brownies were perfect, all crackled on top and caramelized around the edges.I set the pan on the rack to cool.
“How was work?”I said, turning around, and he was right there, right up against me.
“I wanna fuck you so bad right now,” he said.
I threw the oven mitt over my shoulder and pulled him in for another kiss.I pushed the kitchen door shut behind him and pressed him against it.
Then I went down on my knees, just to see the look on his face.
“Fuck,” he said as I unzipped his jeans.
He was loaded for bear.He was so hard I had to undo the button of his jeans to take him out.He usually played it so cool that actually seeing and feeling how much he wanted me blew my mind.He filled my mouth so perfectly, and he sighed when I took him in, and he braced himself against my shoulders.
I took my time, because when you’ve wanted something for so long and finally get it, you want to enjoy it for as long as you can.His jacket zipper clacked against the kitchen door, and I felt him getting close, so I took him all the way in.He yelled when he shot, then he relaxed against the door and slid into my arms.His head fell on my shoulder.I tucked him away and zipped him up.
“Okay, honey kid?”I said, and I kissed his forehead slowly and softly as he held onto me, and the kitchen smelled of brownies and sex and him.
“You want to head out for dinner?”I said.“After I finish folding the laundry?”
“Let’s do that.”
We folded the laundry together, and I made a pile to pack for the cottage.“How was work?”
“Over,” he said curtly.“I am never working with Jack again.”
“I don’t want to work with him again either.”
