Chapter 18
Heaven
Bryant
I never thought eight words could knock me off my feet. In the figurative sense, of course.
Amberly Hodge wanted me to love her. I wanted to love her.
After she went back to her house Sunday, I started planning for our first date. I made sure I wrote down all of our rules so I had everything correct. Forget the fact I’d been out of this game for a long time. I didn’t know the first thing about taking someone out on a date. I’d been married for a decade and after a while, going out together never felt like a date. It had started to seem more like a chore than anything. I wasn’t even sure I could remember my first date with Mac. What I had planned for us or even what either one of us wore. It wasn’t because it had been so long ago, even though it had, I didn’t care. With time, my memories of the life I had with Mac diminished. All I could remember now were the bad times and how, as each day passed, she tried to make me more and more miserable. What I had with Amberly was never what I had with Mac.
As I was tightening on a few bolts, my phone went off, signaling a text. I reached for my phone that I kept in my back pocket while I was working in the shop. An instant smile spread across my face and my heartbeat paused, if for just a brief moment.
A: What kind of test could they possibly come up with for tennis?
Maybe one where you have to know what angle to hit the ball with your racket?
I didn’t receive another text for a while, and I assumed Amberly was trying to find the reasoning in my answer. She’d spent the entire weekend torturing herself with question after question, trying to memorize every single answer she could. I told her by Sunday she either knew it or she didn’t and now she needed to take the time to refresh her memory and touch up on the little things she wasn’t one-hundred percent clear on. She was taking the entire week off to study and take her finals. I thought that was pretty awesome of Adam to support her like he was. I had an inkling it had something to do with how close Cricket was with her. It didn’t matter, he was cool as shit.
“Hey man, there’s someone here to see you.” Adam appeared beside the dodge truck I was working on.
I picked up a rag off the hood and wiped my hands off. “Who is it?”
“Don’t know but she’s wearing a suit. I told her to wait in the lobby.”
I followed Adam through the doors and sure enough, a woman in a lavender suit sat on the couch. A briefcase rested by her black heels. She looked like she’d been dressed by my grandma, though she looked no older than mid-thirties.
I offered my hand. “I’m Bryant Kessler.”
The woman forced a casual smile, reaching into her briefcase while ignoring that my hand was hanging mid-air. “Mr. Kessler, my name is Mrs. Wilcox. I’m Mackenzie Jenkin’s attorney. I just needed to drop this off with you.” She clasped her briefcase shut and handed me a white envelope.
I ripped the envelope apart while the woman stood there, swirling her last name around my tongue. I knew her from somewhere, but I couldn’t place her. In bold letters it was a summons to reevaluate child support. The court date had already been set. I had three months to obtain representation. Since my old attorney moved, I would have to find someone new.
The woman left after she’d witnessed me open the envelope, the door swinging closed. “Damnit!” I roared, realizing that the woman standing in front of me mere seconds ago was Sadie Wilcox. I rushed out the doors, in time to see her peeling out of the parking lot. She was the same woman that I had pulled over and written her up with a warning. I made a mental note to call Lucas after work.
“Want to tell me what’s wrong?” Amberly was sitting on my couch, her feet tucked beneath her.
I wasn’t going to see her very much during this week because she was busy with school work, so I talked her into coming over after I left work. I had Delia this weekend so our first date would have to wait until the following week.
I tossed another log into the fireplace and wiped a hand down my face, trying to erase the stress I could feel creeping over it. “Not really. Why don’t you tell me how you did on your tests?”
She giggled and threw a pillow in my direction. “You know I won’t know until next week. It’s kind of unfair. I spent all semester gearing up for these tests and now I have to wait to know if I passed or failed.”
I made my way to her, pillow in hand and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. Her eyes closed every time I did this, as if she were savoring the euphoric feeling it gave her. “How do you think you did?” I sat beside her and pulled her legs over my lap. I massaged her feet, taking the breath out of her. I would do this every day for the rest of our lives if it meant I could get the same reaction out of her every time.
She pressed her lips together before licking away some imaginary piece of food on her front teeth. “I guess I did alright.”
Even though it was adorable for Amberly to be modest, sometimes it made me wonder what she would look like with a higher level of confidence venturing its way through her veins. I would probably have a lot of competition.
It was hard to keep my hands off of her and when I laid in bed every night, images flooded my mind. In the darkness I could even hear her moans from that night. I restrained myself because I wanted the anticipation. What she would feel like. What she would sound like when an orgasm washed over her. I wanted the anxiety to set in, until I was begging for her. It was hard, every time she crawled into my lap like she was doing right now. The one thing separating us were clothes that could be removed in a moment's notice.
She angled her head down to pepper a few soft kisses on my neck. I closed my eyes and my hands clamped down on her tiny waist. She started moving her hips, her breaths coming out like a gentle wind, fanning over my face. She smelled of brown sugar and lilac. It was intoxicating. Her lips moved closer to mine, teasing me as she pulled away every time I tried to draw her closer to me. I wanted to taste her, drown myself in nothing but her. I’d hoped it would keep my mind off of the papers I was served with today. She unbuttoned her jeans and took one of my hands, positioning it so I could feel her.
She was soaked and it made her bite her lip when I rubbed a finger over her clit. It was a game she was playing with me, one we had played all weekend. I didn’t even have to touch her and she was wet, ready and waiting on me to make a move. She and I both knew I wouldn’t and we would stop before we got started. It was thrilling, exciting to feel how bad another person wanted you. Every time I made her hand dive beneath my boxers she got this cute smile on her face while her eyes widened in disbelief. It took one look from her and I was hard. I couldn’t think of another time in my life where that had happened. No, it didn’t take more than a simple smile and I craved her.
“I haven’t even touched you.” I breathed, making her confirm what I already knew.
“You don’t have to do anything. Just thinking about you, I get this way.” She rubbed her body into my hand, tossing her hair behind her shoulders. Her mouth gaped open and she bit her lip. I had never seen anything more seductive than what she was doing right now.
Using me to pleasure herself had to be the hottest thing I had ever seen. Lucas would swear seeing two girls going at it was the hottest, but he didn’t have his hand down Amberly’s jeans, watching her move her hips faster and faster. Without warning, she stopped. She never let herself go over the edge. She would get close to an orgasm and stop. It happened every single time. I didn’t know what she was waiting for. I wouldn’t object to her reaching an orgasm, leaving me behind.
She tried to catch her breath as she dotted my face with her lips. Kiss after kiss, her breathing slowed to the point where you wouldn’t have even known the last five minutes had happened.