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“Oh, don’t do that,” I gasp, Xander taking a step towards her, bending over and speaking in that soothing way he does.
“It’s a bit of a surprise, you see? A way of Gillian saying thank you for letting her stay at the Patterson’s,” he explains.
The woman’s relief is obvious and heaves a sigh of relief. “Ah, I see. I thought maybe they were selling,” she leans in closer, confiding in Xander. “Not sure if we could take strangers as neighbors, Patterson’s have been here for so long.”
“I understand,” he nods and once I’ve seen her back to her porch, we make our way back to the house.
“It’s a nice house,” Xander remarks, nodding his approval at the high arched windows with matching doorways.
Twelve-foot ceilings.
“Thought you might like it,” I murmur.
But the gasps of shock are the only thing out of my mouth after that.
I hardly recognize the place, it looks even better. Cleaner and more… complete than the day I arrived.
“This is the right house?” Xander asks, concerned at my reactions for a moment.
“Yes, yes. I mean, yes it is,” I squeal, creeping at first and then dashing from room to room.
Everything is just as it should be, but clean. Clean and not looking like some slob’s been using it for twelve months.
The rear porch lights are on too.
It never used to work.
The patio and pool area is lit up as well, with the neatly trimmed and restored garden looking like something out of a magazine.
The in-ground pool is sparkling clean, like new again
Greedily, I check off all the things I’ve been worried about.
Xander wanders off, asking if they have any seltzer water, running his hand over his stomach.
“Even the grouting in the bathroom!” I call down to him, racing to find the cracked window repaired, the chunk I took out of the wall filled, fixed, and painted.
Everything.
It’s just…Perfect.
A loud belch followed by a relieved sigh from the kitchen signals Xander’s relief from his huge meal too.
It’s all so perfect, but.
And it’s a huge but. The butt of mine that’ll be kicked when the Patterson’s find no Orion.
I could pretend he ran away just before they arrived. Nah. That would never slide.
As if on cue, there’s a faraway, tired-sounding bark.
His whining scratch at the front door soon follows and to a chorus of told you so’s from Xander, he’s fed and quickly brushed before I put him in the laundry room for the night.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” I tell Xander, really meaning it.
I’ve never felt such a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.
His look tells me everything in a second. I know he hasn’t arranged all this just to seduce me, but I do recall feeling that tonight would be the night.
And without the stress and worry of the house, the dog?
It’s not hard to feel that magic between Xander and me all brand new again.
“Why don’t we go sit on the couch and talk about it?” he suggests, offering me a sip of his seltzer water.
He listens patiently, even interested as I talk myself down from feeling hyper-relieved to my normal self again.
I can see there’s plenty on his mind too suddenly, and then it hits me.
I’m supposed to be leaving tomorrow too. We haven’t even discussed that, but Xander seems concerned about something else.
If I’m not at the Patterson’s, I guess I’ll be at his place, right?
“They’re due back at nine-thirty tomorrow morning,” I tell him, wondering if that might prompt him some, but his whole expression changes and he takes a deep breath in, moving his hand over to touch my hair.
“That’s plenty of time,” is all he says, and like every other time, under that magical touch, those huge but sensitive hands, I’m gone.
I’m his and I know it.
Not just for tonight, but for every night after it.
Xander slowly moves his huge body off the couch, kneeling in front of me which still gives makes him a foot or more over my head, but more manageable.
I shudder a breath in as he gently opens my legs, pulling me towards him so he’s between them.
I let him help me out of my sweater and T-shirt, not feeling cold or shy at all when he stares down, smiling with a groan of satisfaction.
My nipples are like bullets before he touches them.
Having him so close, the heat and desire from his own body is already putting my arousal into overdrive.
A part of me wants to leap on him, have him thrust that huge cock of his inside me and pound into me until I scream his name.
But I can see he wants to take his time. Savoring each moment as he unwraps what’s now truly his.
He kisses me tenderly, and my chest scratches against his shirt, which feels fresh, my own hands slowly finding the buttons to help him out of it, revealing that enormous chest of his own. A fine line of soft, dark hair across it.
