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By the time I get to the facility, I’m just numb inside and out. A nurse leads me to a room at the end of a hallway that is a cheerful yellow color, with painting after painting of cheery flowers. I peer in and I see her, she’s so small. I don’t think I’ve ever thought of my mother as small. She’s almost six feet tall and very much of Viking stock, but now, here in this bed, she looks tiny.
“Hey, Molls,” she squeaks out with a weak smile.
I collapse in the chair next to hers and kiss her cheek. “Hey, Mom.” I lay my head next to hers and cry more tears than I thought I had.
CHAPTER 27
LIKE WINE AND CHEESE
MOLLIE NOW
It’s so easy with him.
Owen and I just gravitate toward each other and we always have. It almost feels like no time has passed and we’ve always been together. For the past few days, we’ve spent every night together, part during the day to work, unless it’s a beach day but those are quickly dwindling. We haven’t had sex again but I feel okay about that, it was too soon. I have plenty of daydream fodder to get me through though after our time on the couch.
He hasn’t said anything, but I think he’s still working out if he can trust me yet, and I honestly feel the same way. We broke promises to each other and despite my mother’s meddling, we could have followed through on them if we wanted to. I knew where Owen was at school, and he knew where I was. It wouldn’t have taken much to find one another.
Maybe we were too young, and our feelings were too overwhelming. Did I learn and grow from the heartbreak I went through? Absolutely, but it is a bittersweet realization to find out we could have been together.
It’s a rainy and miserable day today, and I’m having a hard time focusing on my work. The main reason is that I have to go to Westwood tomorrow to sign away the house I lived in for over ten years. I had high hopes when I moved into that place. It was supposed to be the house of my dreams where I raised a family and lived out my years in suburban bliss. Turns out, finding your husband’s assistant enjoying coffee in her pajamas ruins the dream.
After writing the same paragraph a few times over, I give up and decide to go find Owen. I throw on a hoodie and head to my back door where I can see Owen outside. He is shirtless and soaking wet, moving wood to his shed. I stand paralyzed watching him lift large knots of driftwood. He’s not huge but his torso is lean and all muscle. Soft skin, and just a smattering of chest hair. I absentmindedly fan myself, unable to look away.
This man, he is in his prime and just beautiful. He notices me standing at the back door and smiles, holding up a finger for me to wait. I grab him a towel from the nearby stack of clean ones and return to my spot to watch him finish up his chore. I know when he’s done because he pushes his hair back and stalks his way to my door.
“Oh,” I say as he bats my towel offer away and instead dips his shoulder to throw me over it. “Guess you’re happy to see me?”
He smacks my ass in response and I’ll take that as an affirmative. I’m now also soaking wet, and not just from the rain on his body. Something about the look in his eye when he walked to me made my heart skip a beat and my lady parts sing.
When we get to the bathroom where the shower of memories lives, he sets me down.
“Hi,” he says with a cheeky grin. “Want to make some new memories?” He tilts his head to the shower and I nod enthusiastically.
My hands go to his work pants and he removes my hands, lifting them up, along with my sweatshirt. I’m wearing a tank top and pajama pants underneath and no underwear since I wore this to bed. Yes, I’m lazy but I like to write in comfy clothes. I try to get his pants unbuttoned again but he swats my hands away, then pulls my shirt off followed by my pants. I’m standing stark naked in front of the man I’ve thought about off and on since the summer I turned 18.
It’s then that the wave of feeling hits me. If I’m not careful, I might be falling in love with him again. I laugh out loud because I realize that there’s no stopping it.
He gives me a questioning look but I just shrug and try to unbutton his pants one more time and am denied once more. Instead, he guides me to the shower and turns it on, waiting for the water to be warm. While he waits, his hands glide over my back, gently caressing from my shoulder blades, down my spine, to the curve of my ass. His hands rest there, one on each cheek until I lean back into him.
The bathroom begins to steam and before I can grab his hands to guide them to more interesting places, he gently pushes me into the shower. I turn and pout as I enjoy the hot water but not that he’s pushed me away. Finally, he drops his pants much faster than I would have done it, I was looking forward to slowly unwrapping my gift of his erection.
Lucky me though, since he delivers it to me as he slides into the shower behind me. I lean my head back as he grabs the soap and begins to lather me up. Taking the soap from him, I return the favor and we both have fun exploring these new bodies we have. Sure, things are different, but I feel great in my body, and Owen seems to be happy in his.
I make sure to use extra soap on his dick, making sure every last inch gets scrubbed. Once it’s rinsed off, I perch myself on that handy bench and use my mouth to make sure. My tongue swirls around the tip as I grip the base of him and take him into my mouth. He pinches and plays with my nipples as I hum around his length, taking him as far into my throat as I can then swallowing.
“Ah,” he calls out and I do it again, moving my hand from the base to fondle his balls. My finger presses on his perineum at the same time his hands grip my hair and his hips move. “Holy shit, Hatchet, I’m going to come.”
He does and I swallow every drop. I stand and he pulls me to him for a kiss and it’s sloppy and sexy but I feel it to the tips of my toes. We rinse off and he doesn’t once stop touching and kissing me. I feel like I can’t let go of him or he’ll disappear again, and maybe he feels the same way.
We dry off with the same towel and by the time we get to the bed, he’s hard again.
“Pretty impressive for an old man,” I tease gesturing to the tent he’s making in the towel wrapped around his waist.
He grabs me and tosses me to the bed. “I’ll show you impressive, Ms. James. Wait, is that your name still or did it change?” he asks and I chuckle at the random question while he’s throwing me around during sex.
I fold my arms behind my head and laugh. “Is that a question for right now?”
His eyes darken as he leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth, his fingers gliding up my rib cage, making me squirm because it tickles but feels amazing. My hands thread into his hair to get him to stop and he laughs as he kisses down my abdomen to my pussy where he gets his whole face in there flicking his tongue along my opening, to my clit.
