“Eric, it’s Mom. I want to have a little get together at the house for Mother’s Day. Your sister tells me you’re dating someone and you’re pretty serious about her. I’d like to meet her. If you don’t have plans I’d like you to come by for the holiday. Please call me back when you get a chance. Love you,” Mom said in her message.
I hadn’t talked to her in months. We tolerated each other at Christmas, but she hadn’t made any effort to contact me since then and I was sure Pam had told her about Dad. I knew my father had flaws and he messed up a lot of things but he wasn’t the devil. He’d done a lot more to support Pam after she had Alex than Mom did. It was amazing to me that she could be so pro-life and have that line of thinking that ‘it isn’t a mistake, it’s a baby’ thing, yet not be willing to help her only daughter care for her first grandchild.
I sighed and set the phone down on the nightstand. Sookie came into the bedroom from the bathroom and dropped her towel. Why she showered if she was just going to prance around naked in front of me I had no idea.
“Mom wants to meet you,” I told her.
“Oh… did you just talk to her?” She walked over to sit on the bed and picked up her lotion.
“Nope. She left a voicemail at about quarter to seven this morning,” I said, watching her lotion her legs.
“I guess Pam told her about me then,” she said. “When does she want to meet me?”
“Mother’s Day, of course,” I snickered. “I haven’t talked to her since Christmas. She didn’t even call me after Dad died, but she wants me to bring you over to meet her.”
I may have been a little angry with her still…
“How do you feel about that?” Sookie set the lotion aside and shifted to her knees, crawling over to straddle my lap.
“I don’t really think she’s earned it, to be honest.”
“We don’t have to go then,” she shrugged. “We can go spend the day at the cabin and let the dogs run instead.”
“That’s a good plan,” I nodded. Pam was going to be pissed. I knew it was awkward for her having Mom and me not on speaking terms but it would change pretty quick if Mom just apologized.
Sookie leaned forward to lie on my chest. “Are you going to call her to decline, or just not show?”
“I might text her. I don’t feel like talking to her,” I admitted.
“That works. I do want to meet her one day. Especially if we get more serious,” she told me.
“I’d like for you to meet her at some point too, but that’s going to depend on her.”
“Hopefully she comes around soon,” Sookie sighed. “Do you think she knows she’s the reason you’re not talking to her?”
“If she doesn’t she’s in denial.”
“Stranger things have happened,” she chuckled humorlessly.
“That’s for sure.” My hands moved up her bare thighs. “It’s a good thing your skin is so much smoother than mine.”
“It might be awkward otherwise,” she giggled.
“You don’t want greasy mechanic hands?” I squeezed her hips.
“Nope, but I like your rough mechanic hands on me.”
“Oh yeah? Where do you like them the most?”
“Anywhere,” she answered. “I like how manly they are and I like how tenderly you touch me.”
“Even though you have that freaky side that wants it rough?” My hands moved to her ass.
“Mmhmm,” she hummed. “You’re still tender with me when you’re rough, if that makes sense.”
It did. I didn’t mind that she liked switching things up. It was easy to do the same thing every time but it would get boring eventually. Since we were still learning about each other it was important to know that every now and then she would get off on it if I got rough or dominant with her. It kept things interesting.
“Well I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” I said. I was still learning her limits so the last thing I wanted was to go too far.
“I’m not,” she told me. “I trust you more than I’ve trusted anyone in a long time. I can’t explain it,” she added. “There’s something so honest about you. I know if you ever went too far I would just have to say the word and you’d stop.”
“True,” I nodded. It made me chuckle that she covered her chest when Finn walked into the room.
“Should we come up with a safe word in case it ever starts to get crazy?”
“That’s a good idea. How about parachute?”
“Works for me,” she smiled.
“Parachute it is,” I nodded. She yelped when I slapped her ass.
“Hey!” she giggled. Finn barked from the side of the bed. “Watch it, or she’s going to get you,” Sookie threatened.
“Then I better remember to put her outside,” I winked.
“Or don’t smack me with her in the room,” she shrugged.
“You realize that being mauled by a pit bull is serious kink deterrent, right?”
“Yep. Want me to take her out?”
“No, it’s fine,” I shrugged. I wasn’t feeling the kink thing right at that moment anyway.
“So how do you want to spend the day?” We were out at the cabin and I knew Sookie wanted to work on her tan but the weather report called for rain.
“I’d be happy cuddling,” she said. “It feels like a lazy day.”
“Lazy day is good,” I agreed. “I’m guessing we can’t get a pizza delivered out here.”
“I didn’t see any pizza places on the way,” she giggled. “I have stuff in the kitchen for chili and cornbread. I checked the weather and that’s easy.”
“Seriously, you’re going to make me fat,” I told her. “I hope you won’t care when I inevitably pork out because of you.”
“I won’t,” she smiled. “I think a little pot belly would be cute on you.” She patted my stomach.
“Oh no… the way you cook I’m going whole hog. And I might quit shaving, too.”
“You’re going to shave if I get beard burns anywhere,” she warned.
“Oh come on, no ZZ Top beard?” I hadn’t even tried the whole beard thing.
“Can you even grow one of those? How often do you shave now?”
“Yes I can and every day,” I said with narrowed eyes. “In case you didn’t notice, I did hit puberty a while ago.”
“Just checking,” she grinned. Sookie reached forward to rub my chin. “I think you should try a beard. I think it would look good on you.”
“Oh yeah? You into the lumberjack thing?”
“It can be sexy on the right guy.”
“I don’t have to wear skinny jeans, do I?” I had to draw a line somewhere.
“No, I like the way you dress,” she told me.
“Good. I can’t do the skinny jeans.” It was entirely possible I’d be female by the end of the day thanks to those fuckers.
“You like it when I wear them,” she reminded me. “What if I wanted to see what your ass looked like in them?”
“Yeah but you can see my ass anytime you want. Plus you could wear old newspaper and a tin foil hat and I’d still think you looked good,” I pointed out.
Sookie laughed and said, “If I wore a tin foil hat you’d probably have me committed.”
“I’d definitely take pictures and hang them up at work,” I laughed.
“They tease me enough,” she snorted. “And then they’d ask how you got the pictures.”
“I wouldn’t say I took the pictures.” Duh. “And if you wear a tin foil hat, you deserve whatever you get.”
“True,” she laughed.
Thunder rumbled overhead and it made Finn growl. It was cute.
“Uh oh, she doesn’t like thunder…”
“I don’t know who does,” Sookie replied.
“I do. I love thunderstorms,” I told her. I scooted down the bed and took her with me.
“Good, you can be my protector.”
“Seriously? How do you live here and be afraid of thunderstorms?” We got some really nasty ones.
“It’s just how it is,” she shrugged. “Plus it was storming the night my parents died. I try to avoid driving when it storms.”
“So I won’t be able to talk you into moving to Tampa, the thunderstorm capital of the U.S.?”
“As long as you’re home with me and the dogs on thunderstorm day.”
“Honey, it would be a full-time job staying home to protect you from the thunder,” I chuckled.
“Then we better figure out how to become independently wealthy,” she said seriously.
“Or we don’t move to Tampa,” I countered. It didn’t bother me that she referred to us as a we or that she was suggesting we make future plans. It felt right coming out of her mouth. I started rubbing her back and I could swear she purred.
“That’s probably the best bet.” Sookie’s hands gently massaged my sides.
“It would probably be easiest. Besides, you strike me as a girl who likes snow,” I teased.
“I haven’t been in the snow too much,” she shrugged. “And if you thought that we’d be living in Chicago right now.”
“Oh it would be us, huh?”
“Of course, unless you don’t want to be an us.”
“Did I say that?” I wasn’t sure why she went there.
“Nope, but if you would’ve have left by yourself, I don’t think there would’ve been an us,” she said nuzzling into my chest.
“We’ll never know. It could have worked long distance.” It wouldn’t be easy but it was possible.
“Yeah,” she agreed quietly.
A loud clap of thunder boomed, making her jump and Finn bark.
“You’re safe,” I assured her, hugging Sookie tightly.
“I know,” she whispered. “I always feel safe with you.”
“Good.” I kissed the top of her head.
It was the birds that woke me up. I was curled up on my side facing the edge of the bed, which was the opposite of how I fell asleep. I reached back, expecting to feel a warm body curled up behind me, but there was nothing. The bed was still warm so I knew she hadn’t been gone for too long. I turned over as the toilet flushed in the adjoining bathroom. When she came back to bed, Sookie lifted my arm to lay down under it. She made a good little spoon.
There was a chill in the spring air. Even in Louisiana it got cool out at the end of April. It was good snuggling weather. I was lucky I found a girl that enjoyed curling up with me.
“It’s wrong to go pump eight pounds of buckshot into a four ounce body, right?” She knew those fuckin’ birds annoyed me to no end.
“Just a little,” she said quietly. Sookie’s head turned so she could see me. “I like the chirp anyway. It makes me happy that they’re just as happy as I feel right now.”
“You’re a cheeseball,” I smiled sleepily. My eyes were barely open but I could see her smiling back at me. She had a pretty smile. Even first thing in the morning it went all the way to her sky blue eyes.
“And you like it,” she giggled.
“I do,” I confessed. In fact, I was kind of a fool for it but that was beside the point.
“Besides, the birds woke us up just in time for afternoon sex.” Sookie started wiggling her ass against me.
“You would have gotten that anyway,” I assured her.
“Hmm, no it would have been more like early evening sex if it wasn’t for them,” she replied.
“Speak for yourself, lazy bones.” I kissed her neck and rubbed her hip. I was up early more often than not.
“It’s so comfortable out here. I don’t want to do anything but nap and fuck,” she giggled again.
“One of the many reasons I like you, Miss Stackhouse,” I replied in my silly Russian accent.
“What are the others?” she replied in the same accent, although nowhere near as good.
“You bring me coffee without me asking for it,” I said and kissed her shoulder. “You smell good. You have a beautiful laugh. You let me play with your boobs…”
“You’re good at playin’ with them,” she smiled. “And anything smells better than the jackholes at the shop.”
“True story. Well, except Des. He smells pretty good,” I joked, making her giggle.
“You’re making me question your sense of smell, Mister. My non-existent gag reflex comes out to play when he walks into a room.”
“It’s shocking to me that you’re not turned on by the intoxicating aroma of goats and Red Bull,” I deadpanned.
“Intoxicating is right,” she snorted, “But not the fun kind. The kind that has my stomach turning.”
“Then you’re glad I turned it down when he offered me a bottle of that sewage, huh?” I chuckled and pulled her little body closer to mine.
“Me too. That would have been a huge turn off,” she said, slowly moving her butt up and down my cock. “You would’ve gotten a big fat hell no when you asked me out.”
I didn’t really ask her out as much as I asked her if she wanted to come over and hang out. One thing led to another and we ended up making out on my couch for like three hours. It was pretty awesome. Unexpected, kind of, but not unwanted.
“You would have come around,” I said as my hand moved down between her warm thighs to play with her lower lips, making her moan softly. She lifted her leg for me and let it rest on my thigh so I could find her clit. Her perfect ass kept rubbing up against me, making me a little harder with each pass.
“Oh, yeah, your smooth lines would have had me throwing myself at you,” she giggle-moaned.
I wouldn’t say any of my lines were smooth, but she seemed to be a sucker for my goofy ass. I wasn’t afraid of making a fool of myself and I think that kind of confidence was a major draw for her. It was easy to get bored at work. We found ways to entertain ourselves between phone calls and customers.
“You know you can’t resist Boris,” I teased in that silly accent again.
Sookie laughed and said, “He is pretty cute.”
“Ja,” I agreed and kissed her neck on the spot that made her shiver.
“He also knows all my easy buttons,” she said quietly.
“He does.” I gently tugged on her clit, making her back arch.
“Mmm, again,” Sookie purred in a sweet, raspy moan.
I gave her what she wanted – another little tug – and continued to kiss her neck. My fingers got to work massaging that sensitive little bud in slow circles. Sookie reached back to pull my head down to hers. Her lips locked onto mine, her hips moving in time with my hand.
“I want you inside of me,” she breathed into the kiss.
That wouldn’t be a problem. Well, not after I got my sleep pants off, that is.
I had to let go of her so I could roll onto my back to get my pants off. Never one to shy away from initiative, Sookie shifted to straddle me as I kicked the flannel off my legs. She rubbed her warm center over my cock and I groaned. My hands cheated under her nightshirt, one of my old t-shirts, and played with her nipples as she started to slide down my shaft slowly. Fuck, she felt good.
Her hands settled on my chest as she continued to work her way down my length. Her pretty sky blue eyes locked onto mine as she rolled her hips once I was fully sheathed inside of her. Sookie started rubbing my nipples with her thumbs right before she started to rise and fall, taking me in to the hilt each time she dropped down. Her hips would swivel and her tits began to bounce in time with the slow up and down.
“Goddamn, you feel good, honey,” I whispered. My eyes locked on hers and my fingers tugged on her nipples the way she liked.
“Mmm, yes,” she whisper-moaned. Her hips started moving back and forth, grinding her clit against me. Her walls began to flutter some, squeezing my shaft. After a moment Sookie started to rise and fall again, a little faster so her ass was slapping against my upper thighs.
My hands moved down to her hips to help her move up and down. I didn’t expect it when she first showed up at the shop four months ago, but it was safe to say I was in love with Sookie. I hadn’t told her yet but I was planning to. Just not while we were having sex because that was cliché and bad timing. Even I knew that.
Instead I pulled her face down to mine to kiss her before my hands reclaimed her hips to hold her steady while I thrust up; hitting that right spot inside her that always drove her nuts.
“Oh fuuuuck,” she breathed into the kiss. I could feel Sookie’s walls pulsing each time I filled her. Her arms caged my head in as her slender fingers ran through my hair. She pulled back from the kiss so she could look into my eyes. The look she gave me told me everything she was feeling in that moment. If she wasn’t already in love with me too, she was damn close.
The crazy thing about our relationship – and it wasn’t even really all that crazy – was that it was the first time I was really good friends with a girl. We didn’t jump into the dating thing. We’d spent time together at work getting to know each other. She wasn’t quite as goofy as me but that was okay because one of us had to be the normal one. Not that she couldn’t play along with me, because she definitely could. I guess you could say my inner dork spoke to hers. I never really thought about how important it was to speak that same language that way. But she got it. It was one of the many reasons I loved her.
I rolled us over and kissed her hard as I moved at a slow, deep pace. I loved the way her body reacted to it, especially when I reached between us to slowly rub her swollen little bud. Her eyes fluttered shut and I knew she was going to cum. When she did, she was going to take me with her.
“Ohmygod,” she whispered. She started pumping her hips up to meet me on each deep thrust. Her orgasm hit hard, making Sookie gasp. Her cute face scrunched up as her breath came out in short gaspy-pants. Her silky walls gripped my cock tight, trying to milk my orgasm from me.
“Shit…shit…” I grunted. A handful of thrusts later I was cumming hard, filling her completely. I dropped on top of her, not that Sookie minded that one bit. I kissed her neck and up to her jaw to find her soft lips. Kissing her was the highlight of my day and I decided there was no better time to tell her so than right at that moment. “You’re the best part of my day, baby,” I whispered.
She reached up to run her fingers through my hair. She had a small smile on her face when she whispered back, “You’re the best part of mine too.”
Out of nowhere I heard a wolf whistle and a sudden burst of applause. I looked through the window to the left to see a group of assholes with familiar faces staring at us. For the last few months Sookie and I had been able to keep things quiet.
It looked like those days were over.