Chapter 46

Graham

On Sunday, Sarah and I go to Monica’s place and pack up her stuff. When Sarah explains to Monica what’s happening, Monica doesn’t seem all that surprised. When Larry comes in, he shakes my hand, and when he hears about what’s going on, he claps me on the back. It’s as if he’s telling me that I did a good job. He doesn’t seem to be a man of many words, but I understand him.

Sarah doesn’t have a lot of her stuff at Monica’s house — the place is quite small, and I understand why Sarah didn’t want to stay there at first. I can see how Sarah would feel like she is imposing. After we pick up the few things she has there, we drive through to the storage unit where the rest of her things are stored. Together, we work to get everything to my house. I rented a moving truck, and it goes a lot faster than it would have if we used only cars. When everything is at my place, Sarah and I take the time to rearrange the house and makes space for her things.

I love it. I love compromising, moving things in my life around to accommodate someone else. I have focused on myself for far too long, and Sarah deserves every bit of my life that she occupies now. I don’t know how well it will work for us to live together — we barely know each other, after all — but the cabin was a test run, and I have faith that we’ll make it work. Time will tell, and we have a lot of that.

We’re almost done for the day when Britney and the children come over.

“I’m sorry I’m barging in when you had such a busy day,” she says. “I have to admit, I’m dying of curiosity about you.”

Sarah laughs, and I formally introduce my sister to her. Britney hugs Sarah, and I look at the pair of them. Everything is going to work out. I just know it. I suggest that Britney and the kids stay for supper, but Britney declines.

“I just wanted to come meet Sarah,” she says. “I’ve actually spent more time chatting with Monica than with you. She came by the house as she obviously knew where I live, and we spoke for a while about you two. It was me who suggested the bar. Anyway, I know you had a rough day, and I’m not going to make you cook for four more people on a night like tonight. We’ll spend time together, soon.”

When Britney leaves, Sarah turns to me. “I really like her,” she says.

We sit down in our newly arranged living room, and I put my arm around her.

“I want to talk to you about something,” Sarah says, and my blood runs cold. I don’t know what there could be to speak about. I thought we put everything behind us. She laughs. “Don’t look so worried. It’s nothing bad.”

I take a deep breath.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for taking so long to see your side,” she says. “I was hurt once very badly, and I decided never to open myself up to a man again. When you came along, I fell for you so quickly, it scared me, and then when everything came out, I didn’t know how to deal with it.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that, I understand why you were so angry,” I say, but Sarah shakes her head.

“Let me get this out. I spoke with Lindsay one night, and she reminded me that people make mistakes sometimes, and that everyone deserves a second chance. At seven years old, she’s wiser than a lot of adults I know. It’s thanks to her that we’re here now.”

I smile. “That little girl has done more for our relationship than anyone realizes,” I say. And now, it’s because of her that Sarah decided to forgive me.

“I fully agree. She’s a special child. There is one last thing I want to say on the topic, and then I will be done with it.” I nod, eager to hear it. “I understand why you did what you did. I have forgiven you for it — I moved in with you, after all — but I can’t deal with a lying boyfriend, not again. If you lie to me again, I’ll walk away, and I won’t look back. I don’t want you to think that I’ll tolerate something like this just because I’m forgiving you. I know it sounds harsh, but I have to get this off my chest.”

I shake my head. “I totally get it. And trust me, sweetheart, I won’t do this to you ever again. I’ve felt the pain of losing you. I have no intention of going through that again.”

Sarah smiles at me, and I know we are okay now. I have her back, and I’m not going to let her slip through my fingers this time. I’m going to hold on to her tightly because I know a good thing when I see one, and Sarah is a very good thing.

Sarah looks around the room. “Thank you for this,” she says.

“For what?” I ask.

“For letting me move in. For helping me with my things. For everything.”

I put my hand on her cheek.

“It’s good to finally have a home again,” she says.

I kiss her. I don’t want to talk anymore. I want to take her to my bed and make love to her. I push her back, and she lies down on the couch. I crawl onto her, pressing her body into the couch with my own. I feel her breasts against my chest and the curve of her hips beneath my stomach. My hard cock is pressed up against her. I grind against her, letting her feel me, giving her a taste of what I want.

“Let’s go christen the bedroom,” she says against my lips, and I smile.

I take her hand and help her up from the couch. Together, we walk to my bedroom where I undress her bit by bit, unwrapping her body like it’s a Christmas gift. When she’s naked, I lay her down on the bed and spread her legs with my hands. Her eyes close and I decide instead to play with her breasts for a while. I take her nipple into my mouth and roll the little nub between my tongue and teeth and I hear her breathing change. I then go to the other nipple and tease that one with my mouth as my fingers continue to squeeze the first one. Sarah moans a little and I dive between her legs and close my mouth over her pussy.

She gasps. Her hands are on my head, stroking my hair as I stick out my tongue and flick it over her clit. She moans again. I lick her clit, sliding a finger into her pussy, and she shivers beneath me, making whimpering sounds. I slide a second finger in and her breathing changes and her hips start to rock a little. When I suck on her clit, she cries out, and a few moments later, her first orgasm shatters through her. I love it when she comes undone at the seams like that, when she cries out because of me and her body spasms and convulses. I feel her pussy throb around my finger inside of her, and I want to fuck her right there.

But I want her to suck me off first.

As if she knows what I want, she sits up, and I undo my pants. I stand at the edge of the bed, and she crawls over to me. Her rolling hips and swinging breasts are like something out of a wet dream. My hard cock twitches at the sight of her.

She wraps her fingers around my cock, and my breath hitches in my throat when she closes her lips around the head of my cock. She sucks me into her mouth, and it’s pure ecstasy. She knows how to make it gentle and wild, all at the same time, and when I close my eyes, I can almost trick myself into thinking I’m inside of her, she feels that good.

When she starts bobbing her head up and down, picking up her pace, I stop thinking. I give myself over to the feel of her mouth around my dick, her hand that’s cupping my balls, and her tongue licking the bottom of my shaft. I put my hand in her hair and guide her as I fuck her face. It’s orgasmic, and if I’m not careful, I’m going to blow my load inside of her mouth.

But I want more.

When I can’t take it anymore, I pull out of her mouth, and she looks up at me. Her eyes are large and liquid, her face innocent, but I know the truth. There’s a vixen beneath that girlish expression.

“I want to fuck you,” I growl at her.