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He was momentarily nervous someone might walk in. He had the occasional drop in, but he hoped that wouldn’t happen now. He pulled out a condom, which he’d stuffed inside his pocket first thing that morning, just in case. He rolled the latex down his length. Rainy’s legs snaked around him and he was settled in between them. He stood and firmly pressed himself inside of her.
His eyes fluttered as he adjusted to the amazing way he felt. He had been a lot of places, experienced highs he’d never thought he would—money, fame, the stage—but being with Rainy was possibly the best ever. He had no idea this was the way it could be.
He kissed her fiercely, owning her with his tongue. She clutched his face and then played with his hair. When he released her mouth, her lips searched him, nestling in at the base of his jaw. It was erotic, releasing flames of passion that went straight to his cock. He was like a steel rod within her.
He slipped his hands beneath her hips to protect her soft skin from chafing as he pumped into her. He swiveled and swirled, drilling her steadily. She did her trick—reaching between her legs and pleasuring herself. He could feel the pressure of her touch through her body. Felt her muscles squeeze him oh so tightly. Watching her was a turn on. Feeling her was a religious experience.
This moment was going to be a quickie because there was no way he could hold on. Kris drew in a deep breath and looked toward the ceiling as he let go. His body tensed though he willed himself to move within her.
Her wet heat stoked him. Her body was a blistering caldron as she tightened and burned around him. He could feel the start of her pleasure, the soft roll of her muscles that throbbed against his shaft. The pressure grew until her channel rolled with tremors. He braced himself on the table until they were both completely spent.
His face was wrenched up as the last pulse of pleasure rolled through him. He took a cleansing breath and withdrew from her. He looked deep inside those beautiful green eyes. Eyes the color of a new clover. He was ruined for all others. Rainy was made for him both body and soul.
He helped her with her clothes, which were only half off. They washed up and resumed their places at the table, both a combination of relaxed and dazed. They looked at each other and then giggled at their plates. The moment still had a hold on them.
“My goodness,” he said finally.
He spiked the salad with his fork and swiveled it around in the dressing. He held the fork to her lips and fed her.
“Damn.” She licked the dribble of dressing from her lip. “That is good.”
“All of it,” he looked at her intently. He wasn’t talking about the food. “So fucking good.”
Nine
Rainy
Rainy and Kris walked Jimmy Page around the neighborhood in a leisurely stroll. She couldn’t get enough of his stories. Every block had lore attached to it about wild parties as teens, to rich American blurbs about growing up in Portland when his life had been calm and peaceful.
Sunday was wonderful, but it soon became Sunday evening and Rainy was filled with dread. She didn’t want to spend another minute at Grand Canyon, not even to tell her boss she quit. After she reviewed the sketches of offers the Septempermentals would make to her and to her band mates for their music, she was doubly motivated to find a way out of her contract.
She headed home and emailed her band-mates a copy of the papers that Kris let her read. She told them the offer was still a work in progress, but it should give everyone an idea of what Kris’s band was thinking of.
Next, she had to break it to her parents that she couldn’t stand her job and was going to look for a way out. She would pay them back eventually, but being a lawyer at a giant retailer was not something she could handle.
Just as she was about to phone her parents, Dale called.
“Hey,” he began sharply.
“Hey back,” she replied, trying to set the tone so that he would calm down.
“Maybe let me in on the negotiations.”
“Dale,” she answered, shaking her head. “I referred to the offer as a draft, a sketch. Obviously, anything you own, you will be on the ground floor on any deal. I’m just letting you know they’re interested. Obviously, they’re trying to do the right thing by us because they are crafting offers.”
His tone changed from sharp to giddy.
“Rainy is this for real? Are these numbers real?”
“Well they are if you want them to be.” She thought back to the generous offer Kris had led with. It was more than any of them could hope for. “That’s up to you. I think they want to be generous. It’s enough so that I can quit my job.”
“Wow, that was fast,” he remarked.
“Yeah, I can’t take it, and if this offer comes through, there’s no way I’ll have the resolve to work for Grand Canyon. So, if you guys want to come out here and negotiate in person, you are welcome to come here and stay. Better do it fast because I’ll probably be kicked out of my place. The job owns the lease on my home and as soon as this argument I’m about to start with Grand Canyon becomes contentious, I’ll probably be homeless.”
“You don’t think they’ll simply let you out of your agreement?” asked Dale. “I mean tell them how unhappy you are.”
“It’s more like a contract that an agreement and more like a prison than a job. I might be screwed, but I’d rather take the heat than waste my time there.”
