More than write, p.14
More Than Write, page 14
I slip my tongue past her lips to meet hers, the tempo of those strokes matching my hips.
She breaks the kiss.
“Simon, Simon!”
“That’s right, come for me. Come all over me. Milk me until I see stars, Greer.”
Nothing about what I just said logically makes sense, but as soon as my dick feels her contract around me, my vision blacks out and the stars I’d been asking her for fill my eyes.
I come so hard that my hips are still moving, thinking they are in for round two, long after she’s regained her breath.
When my mind calms and I can see the woman lying under me, smiling as if I’m her world, I know that this weekend, there is nowhere else I’d rather be.
If you could do any one thing in this world without thinking of others, what would it be?
To spend as much time with Greer as I can.
Consequences be damned.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
GREER
I’m not crazy, okay.
I know how this looks. The girl who can’t wait to fall in love invites the man who made it clear he doesn’t want to date into her bed.
Do I think I can change him? No. But it wouldn’t feel right to let him go on thinking that being alone for the rest of your life is better than heartbreak.
For one weekend, I want to give him what he thinks he can’t have or doesn’t deserve.
I can’t compare my life to his, but I have to at least show him what he can have. Even if he doesn’t want it with me.
Plus, it feels really, really nice to be wanted. I haven’t felt this in years. Call me selfish. I don’t care.
This weekend is for us, for different reasons, and I’m not going to regret a single moment of it.
I can feel the sunlight peeking its way through my window, but I haven’t opened my eyes yet. Instead, I’m pretending to sleep while a very warm body behind me draws a circle on my back.
Waking up next to someone feels like I can breathe a little.
Like this dream I have might not be so far away after all. Like I still have a chance.
If only that dream could be with Simon.
“I know you’re awake,” Simon says and then kisses my shoulder.
“Am I?” I say, still not opening my eyes.
He chuckles, and the sound calls to me to roll over and face him.
“Hi.”
Instead of replying, he leans forward and kisses me.
Unlike our kisses last night, this morning his lips are soft against mine, and they take their time. He reaches for my hips and tugs me until our bodies are chest to chest.
I feel his morning erection and moan into the kiss.
I let my hand sneak under the sheets between us, taking him in my hand.
Simon likes to sleep naked, and you will hear no complaints from me on this fun fact.
“Greer,” he groans.
I ignore him, letting my hand slowly stroke him.
“Fuck,” he breaths out, growing harder in my hand.
“I would have thought you’d be too tired today,” I whisper against his lips, twisting my body until I’m half on him, with one leg resting between his knees.
“When it comes to you, it seems there’s no such thing as too much.”
“Good,” I say, pressing a kiss on his cheek before scooting down on the bed. “Because there is something I’ve been waiting to do ever since I watched you take your clothes off last night.”
“You don’t—”
I lick up the length of his cock.
Look, I know he’s big, all right? I felt him more than once last night, and each time, I swore he wouldn’t fit, but he did. Somehow my body just made room for him—from my bed to the couch in my living room to when he bent me over my dresser to when we showered before we finally fell asleep. He fit as if he were made for me.
My mouth, on the other hand—I’m not sure I can even get half of him in there.
I lick every side of him, making sure to circle my tongue over the tip until there’s enough of my mouth to create lube for my hand. The parts that won’t fit need attention, too, and I’m going to make sure they get it.
“Fuck, Greer,” he says, his hands finding my hair and tugging. “That feels great.”
If that feels great, imagine what he’s going to say in just a second.
Eager to find out, I lower my mouth around him and take him as deep as I can.
“Holy fuck, fuck,” he says and although it might not be the sexiest terminology in the world, his lack of word choice turns me on. This is a man who makes money off writing thousands of words a day, and here I am, making him forget every single one of those words with just my mouth.
My hand pumps in rhythm with my mouth. If my lips go down, my hand goes up. Over and over, and the curse words falling from Simon’s mouth are all the motivation I need to keep going even after my jaw starts to hurt, and I feel as if I’m going to get lockjaw from sucking so hard.
“If you don’t stop now, I’m going to come all down your throat, Greer,” he practically growls.
It only makes me work faster.
“Greer.” He groans and then I feel the hotness of his orgasm slide down my throat. I swallow quickly, licking him clean before I sit up to find him watching me with wide eyes.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks.
I laugh. “Um, a blowjob?”
“Fucking hell, Greer.”
I love how he says my name.
“Was that your first blow job?” Why else would he ask me that?
His deep laugh is addicting.
“Christ, no, but I sure as hell haven’t ever had one that had me coming in less than five minutes. That was the world’s best blow job.”
I smile and lean back. “Too bad it’s called a blow job. Talk about a mood killer with just a couple of words. I think the words sound ickier than the deed itself.”
Simon crawls over me, capturing my mouth in a kiss.
Fun fact, kissing Simon is one of my new favorite things to do.
“Are you telling me that if I reached between your legs right now, you wouldn’t be turned on by what you just said to me?”
I hold my finger up. “I did not say that.”
He grins and then does exactly as he said, reaching between my legs.
“Jesus, I’d say that really turned you on.”
“You have no idea,” I say and grab him to kiss me again.
He settles between my legs, one hand reaching off the bed to my nightstand to grab a condom. We’d gone through the two in his wallet last night and had to break into the stash I have in my nightstand. Safe sex is never something to be messed with, and right now, I’m grateful that I always like to be prepared. I’m on the pill, but I have a feeling that wouldn’t matter to Simon. After what he admitted to me yesterday, as much as I’d love to feel him bare, I won’t put that stress on him.
He rolls it on and slips inside me.
It’s like the first time all over again, and I have to remember to breathe, remind myself to come back down to earth.
He peppers kisses against my neck, trailing down to my chest. His hips move at a slow, deep pace. I reach behind him to wrap my hands against this firm butt, as if I’m helping him with his thrusts so that he can get deeper and deeper.
“Simon,” I moan as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it for just a moment before letting it go with a pop and blowing on it. After he repeats that on the other side, I find myself shattering underneath him, happily ruined for any man who tries to come after him.
Simon’s release arrives in the middle of mine, and together we chase the high of being together.
I want to live in this moment forever.
By lunch, I’ve officially had more orgasms in the last twenty-four hours than I have in my entire life.
I’m not complaining, but I am starving. The rumble in my stomach is a good sign.
In only Simon’s oversized shirt from last night, I make my way to my kitchen.
I open the fridge, wondering what I’m going to make, when his arms come around my waist until I step back so that he can hug me.
“Simon, we need to eat.”
“I know, but I just can’t seem to get enough of you.”
I spin to face him and let him kiss me. Then I push him back. I want him to stay with me all day, but I know he doesn’t get much time alone, so I don’t want him to feel obligated.
“Do you need to get home to get some work done?”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“No.” I start looking in the cabinets. Not much for food options there either. “I just assumed you might need to work.”
He doesn’t reply. I glance over my shoulder. His eyes are glued to my legs.
“Simon,” I scold flirtatiously.
“Sorry.” He sits at my kitchen island. “No. I don’t need to write today. I was thinking I’d take the day off.”
I face the cabinets again so he can’t see the grin on my face. I’m smiling so big my cheeks hurt.
“That’s nice.”
“Mm-hmm, I thought maybe we’d order pizza, watch a movie, and then go get ice cream.”
Just like I’d do with my mom. Like I told him yesterday. I swallow the lump in my throat and blink away any tears before I turn around.
“That sounds like a really good day.”
“Yeah, it does.”
A few moments pass as we just remain in my kitchen staring at each other. For heaven’s sake, he just said let’s order pizza, watch a movie, and get ice cream, but by the way he’s looking at me, you’d think we just decided to move in together or get married.
I’m the one who chooses to move first. I open a drawer and pull out a to-go menu for Wind Valley’s local pizza shop downtown. Simon sits up to lean over the island.
“Is that a drawer full of to-go menus?”
“Yes,” I say and bump the drawer closed with my hip.
He chuckles. “And here I thought you were very strict with your diet.”
I point at him with the menu. “You can still go out and eat healthy. You just need to know what your body is missing. Being healthy never has to mean missing out.”
He holds his hands up in surrender.
Then he’s off his chair and chasing me around the kitchen in a heartbeat. When he catches me, he props me up on the counter, spreads my legs, and reminds me who gets the last word.
For the record, it’s him.
About a half hour later, we finally order pizza and pick out a movie.
“Let me have a bite of yours,” Simon says, reaching over me with his spoon to steal some of my moose tracks ice cream.
I don’t argue, I just do the same to his bubble gum.
I get one of the little pieces; it crunches in my mouth.
“You know, I feel like these were chewier when I was a kid. Now it’s like I’m eating little frozen candies.”
“I was thinking that too.”
I get up to put the lid on mine, and he follows me.
I grab a sticky note off the counter and write “candy, not gum” with a little heart on his and then put it in the freezer.
He folds his arms and leans against the counter.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Put stickies on everything.”
“Oh, um, my mom used to do it. Like, she’d put a sticky on my cereal boxes when she went to work early. So when I woke up and went to eat, I got a note from her even though she couldn’t be there.”
“Your mom sounds like a pretty great woman. I’m sorry I never met her.”
I shrug. “We didn’t really know each other then.”
“Do you think she would have liked me?”
I glance up, meeting his gaze at his question.
She’d have loved him.
“I think so,” I tell him.
He kisses my forehead and then points to the couch. “Another—”
His words are cut off by his cell phone ring.
He pulls it from his pocket, and we both look down to see his mom calling.
“Hey, Mom,” he answers and moves into the living room while I wash our spoons and pizza plates and put them in the dishwasher.
“Oh, really? Okay, yeah. Five minutes, huh. Yeah, I’m home.”
My heart immediately sinks.
He’s going home.
I knew this is how the weekend would end, but I thought we’d have one more night.
“Okay, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
I don’t even try to pretend like I didn’t hear every word when he steps back into the kitchen.
“I… Grey wanted to come home tonight so that he could work on some football stuff with me tomorrow since it’s still the weekend.”
“Okay. Of course.”
“I—”
“It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything. We knew this was one weekend, and it was a great one.”
He nods, and I have to look away because even though I knew, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.
“Yeah, except, I don’t want one weekend,” he says quickly.
I glance up as he steps toward me.
“I don’t know what this is, and I can’t give it a name or give you some big commitment that you’re looking for, but I know that one weekend with you isn’t enough for me.”
He’s so honest about where he stands. It makes me want him even more than before. He isn’t trying to trick me or lead me on, he just tells me the raw, honest truth.
And as much as I know I should say I can’t do that because I want commitment, the words leave my mouth as if I have no control.
“It’s not enough for me either.”
He grins. “Good.”
Then he grabs his things and backs up to the door.
“Leave your bedroom light on tonight, okay?”
“Okay.”
He rushes to me for one more kiss and then jogs out the door.
I should know that I’ve just set myself up for failure, but all I can think about is this man who makes me feel not so alone anymore.
It’s a nice feeling. Too nice, and one I’m not ready to let go.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
SIMON
By Sunday afternoon, I’m going crazy looking for a reason to be around Greer. I realize that whatever is happening between us will more than likely end up complicated, but she’s this new light in my life.
Maybe somewhere along the way, if she’s around enough, the part of my brain that keeps telling me I can’t have a happily ever after will fade. You’d think it would be that easy to change my own fate, but it’s not. I had the chance once, and it was taken from me. I won’t go through that again.
I glance up just in time to see the football Grey tossed flying at my face. I barely catch it.
“Dad, pay attention,” he says, as if he’s the parent and not me.
“Sorry, bud.”
He turns to Greer’s house behind me.
“Why do you keep looking at Greer’s house?” he asks, and I chuckle. I have to remind myself that this kid is eleven, and he’s a lot smarter than I give him credit for.
I shrug and toss the ball back.
“I’m just distracted.”
“By Greer,” he says as more of a fact than a question as he catches the ball.
“By a lot of things.”
He throws again, this one a lot harder than the last and resulting in a loud smack against my palms.
“Greer being one of them,” he adds.
I tuck the ball under my arms.
“Why do you think that?”
He shrugs, and I swear I see myself more in him in this moment than ever before.
“I just… you look at her weird. But it’s a good weird. It’s why I told the team you were dating.”
I nod slowly, not really sure how to reply.
“It’s okay if you like her,” he adds when I haven’t said anything.
“Oh yeah?” I say, grabbing the ball to toss it back.
“Yeah. She’s cool. And I like that she makes you happy.”
I shake my head and neither of us says another word as we pass back and forth.
“You should invite her for dinner tonight,” Grey says out of nowhere.
My heart instantly races at the thought of being near her.
“She cooks for us all the time. We should cook for her.”
I chuckle at the fact that my own son has more ideas on how I can see Greer again than I do.
“Yeah, maybe we should.”
“Good. Now that that’s settled,” he says with a nod, tossing the ball to the ground and resting his foot on it, “I need to talk to you about something.”
For a moment, I get a glimpse into the future of me talking to a grown man.
“What’s that?” I ask and nod toward the porch. He follows me, and we both sit, grabbing our individual waters and taking a drink. He leans forward, his elbow on his knees and his head drops between them.
Whatever is on his mind, he’s clearly worked up over it.
I sit up a little straighter, ready for whatever he’s about to say.
The suspense is killing me.
“I kissed a girl last weekend, and I think Greer will know what I need to do next.”
I almost bark out a laugh, but then it hits me. Not the he kissed a girl part—we will definitely get to that—but the other part.
“Wait, you think Greer will have better advice than me?”
“Yes. She dates. You don’t. She knows what girls like.”
As much as that stings, he’s right.
“I still know a little something.”
“Oh yeah? Is that why you’re just staring at her house and not doing anything about it?”
I reach over and ruffle his hair.
“Don’t forget you’re only ten.”
He swats my hand away and stands.
“Eleven.”
I laugh.
“My bad.”
He grabs my phone off the patio table and tosses it into my lap.
