Page 92 of Midlife Crisis

“Middy.” He presses back at my hips, forcing me to slip off his lap. He stands, nearly knocking me back, and lowers his pants, including his boxers. Sitting back down, we gaze at one another a moment before I lower to my knees. “Little lady, what are you doing?”

“I’m christening the room.” My fingers crawl up his thick thighs and circle the silky shaft—erect, solid, and waiting for me.

“This isn’t what I had in mind.” He teases as he massages my shoulders, and I kiss the tip of him, licking a circle around the crown. “Fuck, baby.” His hands come to the back of my head, fingers delving into my hair. I open and take him in as far as I can, twirling my tongue around him. Flicking over the pulsing vein and lapping at him like he’s my favorite treat, I recall the first time I did this to him. Icing on a cake.

Hands come under my arms and lift me to stand. He tells me to remove my panties and pats his thigh after the request. Without fully exposing myself, I reach under my skirt and remove my underwear. Hank watches me, and I’d feel self-conscious if I didn’t like the way he looks at me. Possessive. Passionate. All his.

I climb back over his legs as he holds himself upright. It’s a sexy sight.

“Like what you see, little lady?”

“I love it,” I purr, lifting my eyes to his. “I love you, honey.”

His mouth finds mine, devouring me, forgetting about other intentions for a few minutes. He tugs at my lip as he pulls back.

“I love you, too, baby. I more you.” My lips curl as he positions himself under my skirt. I rise on my knees a bit, using his neck as leverage. One hand guides his length, the other wraps around my backside, and he slips in. Deep. Penetrating. Fulfilling.

Suddenly, I feel risqué knowing people might be waiting for us. My skirt covers what we’re doing if someone walks in, but neither of us is wearing a shirt. Then again, Hank’s pants are at his ankles. The moment feels scandalous, but I feel sensual. I roll my hips, building a rhythm against Hank. The pace gives new meaning to lap dancing. Hank holds me by my ass under my skirt, squeezing and encouraging me as I increase the beat. He feels so good like this, so deep, and I’m finding friction in a new way in this upright position. I clench harder than I think I ever have. I’m fighting forces, feeling like I’ll slip off his lap, and holding on tight in an effort to remain connected to him.

“Don’t drop me,” I mutter, my movements exaggerated, luscious and languid. My head falls back, and I clasp his neck.

“Never let you fall, baby. I’ll always hold on to you.” I’m forcing myself down on him in a pattern of clench and pulse. My head comes to his shoulder. I want this to be for him, but I’m finding it’s definitely about me at the moment.

“Lie back,” I whisper into his skin before licking up to the shell of his ear. He brings his shoulder to his chin as he tilts his head.

“That tickles.” I cover his mouth, but I can’t keep the pace and concentrate, so I draw back and push at his shoulders. I don’t follow him down but stay upright. His eyes never leave me.

“Tug down the other side,” he says, watching as I follow his command to release my other breast. I cup both and squeeze them together. “Fuck,” he mutters, biting his lip like he has more to say, but now isn’t the moment. I’m still rolling over him, the position filling me as the nub that triggers pleasure finds friction against his pelvis. Hank and I have made love in several positions. I find it unbelievable we can experience something new, but we always do. Each time, it feels different. Each time, it feels like something I haven’t done before because it’s always a first time for me with him.

“So close, lady.” I don’t know if he means me or him, but I’m almost there when he pins me to his hips. His fingertips squeeze, and the jolt inside sets me over the edge. Sweet cheese, I like the sensation of him jetting off in me.

Hank pulls me down to his chest, holding me once again like he did with his tears. Both arms wrap around me, pressing me into him. He’s still inside me.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you babies, honey.”

“Don’t you worry about that, little lady. You’re all I need.” He kisses my forehead. “But I’d like to have something else with you one day. Maybe a home like this. A permanent place for me with you.” I’m curious if he means an actual house the size of this incredible mansion.

“I’d like that,” I say, but really, I’d love to just see Hank in my home, joining me in my bedroom.

“Middy, I don’t want to just have sex with you once in a while and only sleep with you here and there. I want you every night.” My breath hitches as he stole my thoughts, but I try to make light of our shared emotions.

“Sex every night.” I laugh, teasing him. “I’d be too tired for that.”

“I’ll let you rest. In between times.” He forces my chin up and draws me down for another toe-curling kiss. He slips out of me, but I don’t move. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy. His expression grows serious, and my smile slips a little until he says, “I meant what I said. I want more of you, little lady, and then some.”

39

A band of brothers

[Hank]

I’m nervous although I know what I want, which drives me forward as I enter Midge’s house a week after Gage gifts his wife a house. I’d been thinking about things long before the extravagant present, but this week, I’m determined to carry out my plan. I meant what I said; I want us to blend. I’ve been spending lots of time at Midge’s home and reconsidering my situation at Brut’s. It might be time to move out on my own because it might be too soon to move in with Midge. However, I want to assure her I want the more we talked about. I want us to be together someday sooner rather than later.

Midge is out tonight with the girls. Ivy’s already shopping for things for the new house. I carry three pizzas because these boys can eat. Setting them on the island counter, I stand around with the guys, chatting about baseball and their summer plans. Their dad is getting married soon, and Elston can’t stand his future stepmother. It worries me he might feel the same about me if I become his stepfather. The idea of being part of this family makes me smile. Elston and I will figure it out.

We made amends the same evening Midge and I spent the day in bed. I took her on one of our casual dates and then came home with her. I explained a few things about myself, my past, and my connection with the woman Ronin saw. Ronin opened up to explain how a girl from his band was threatening to kill herself, and Ronin didn’t know what to do. He told the girl he wanted to hang out with her, and then drove to the crisis center where he thought I could help him.

It broke my heart a little that he came to me, and I wasn’t able to help at the moment, but I told him how proud I was of him to try to take care of his friend. I also thanked him for trusting me to be there and apologized that I wasn’t. He understood after I explained, tears filling his eyes at my story of Stephie compared to his accusation.