Chapter 8

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To say that I was disappointed in Nora for not showing up for me was an understatement, and I had thought about giving up on her altogether when I saw her across the yard on her back porch. I’d gone out to eat my ice cream and enjoy the nice weather and get out of the house a bit. I wasn’t used to being alone and with my brother out of town the empty house was too much.

Nora gave a little wave when she spotted me and then as I waved back, she got up and headed my way.

I wasn’t sure if I could handle much more of her rejection, but instead of ducking in the house to avoid her, I waited until she was halfway across my yard and headed out to meet her.

She was dressed in loose shorts and a tight tank top that was cut so low I could see her wide cleavage and the soft swells of her breasts. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and she’d washed her face clean of any makeup, leaving her flushed, creamy complexion.

“So how was Jimmy?” I dipped my spoon into the bowl and dragged it through the ice cream as I thought about Katy’s kid and how much he was like her.

“He is fine. He’s really looking forward to that ice cream you promised him. You’re quite the giving man. I guess you got a head start?” She gestured to my bowl as I put another spoonful in my mouth. “Hey, that reminds me I got a call earlier from the Chamber of Commerce about —

“The charity event? I did too.” I wondered if I should ask her to be my date, but decided against it.

“Are you going?”

I turned to head back to my house where the patio chairs were on the front landing with a small table. “Of course. You?” I had seen her at a few.

“Yeah, I think so. It’s for the Beautification Project.” I offered her a seat and took one of my own.

“Considering how much money my brother and I have put into this town, it should be the hottest attraction on Earth. Instead, they always buy more plants and flags. I can see them eventually erecting a statue of my brother; maybe something in bronze depicting him on that motorcycle. They’ll plant flowers in the tailpipe or something silly like that and I’ll get a plaque to thank me for my contribution to the mold.”

“Feeling bitter?” She giggled.

“No, but I wish they’d do more with the money. Maybe fix the streets and improve the park for the kids or a decent library. Instead, they waste it and I’m not entirely sure it’s not going toward someone’s vacation.”

“Tell them what you want them to do or get on the board and be the one to make the decisions.” She eyed my bowl of ice cream and shook her head with a playful smile.

“What? Would you like some?” I dipped my spoon and took another bite. It was melting fast, but I’d really piled it in so there was still some solid in the middle.

“I was just noticing the flavor. They say ice cream preference tells a lot about a person’s personality.”

I gave her a smoldering glance. “I’ve heard the same thing about ice cream, but it supposedly told more about a person’s sex life than their personality.”

She crossed her arms and leaned in. “Is that vanilla?”

She thinks I’m vanilla? She knew better. She’d seen my box of toys. “It’s salted caramel white chocolate truffle with macadamias. I added a little bit of cream and cinnamon for a little extra kink.”

“You mean kick.”

“No, but I assure you, I’m no vanilla.” I gave her a sly smile and watched as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair beside me.

“Well, it sounds delicious.”

I scooted my chair closer and leaned in until I was a breath away. “You should have a taste.”

She pulled her lips in tight to keep from smiling and then shrugged. “Just a tiny one.” She reached for the spoon, but I pulled it away and scooped her a bit making sure that it had a little of everything. I wanted to give her the total experience.

As I put the spoon forward a tiny drop of the ice cream landed on her breast. She took the bite and moved to catch the drop before it slipped between them. I stopped her hand and our eyes met, hers brightened. I slowly lowered my mouth to her and licked the ice cream on her breast as a little whimper sounded from her lips.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” I lifted my head and was so close to her lips I decided to taste them too. She didn’t deny me. She leaned closer keeping her eyes closed. As I claimed her mouth I thought of all the other ways I wanted to claim her and my cock twitched in my pants. Her hand moved to my knee and I gripped her just above the waist.

“Mm, it is delicious,” she murmured sensually and picked up the spoon to take another bite of the ice cream.

“Careful or—

Another drop hit her breasts as she deliberately tapped the spoon. “Oops.” She met my eyes with a smile and my cock punched hard against my jeans, begging for attention.

I leaned forward and dragged my tongue along her breasts as she panted beneath me. She placed her hand in my hair and threw her head back.

I pulled away and captured her mouth again, this time much harder and full of need. My balls started to ache and I knew that if we didn’t stop, I’d lose all control. I couldn’t handle her pulling away from me. This wasn’t a time for teasing. I moved my lips to her ear and she moaned as I spoke against them, “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” she said with a hungry whisper, her voice was nothing more than a strangled breath.

“Are you absolutely sure, Nora. Because once I take you upstairs I’m not letting you change your mind. I’m going to take what I’ve been wanting for so long.” I kissed her neck and made my way down, cupping her breast as I kissed it.

“I do want it. I want it with you.” She was wiggling in her seat and I wondered how ready for me she was, but I couldn’t take her right there in the backyard. She was a virgin and deserved everything to be special. No matter how much I wanted to take her across the small table and rip her panties down, that wasn’t good enough for her first time.

I stood up and offered my hand, knowing that if she took it, there’d be no turning back.

Her hand fell into mine and I pulled her to her feet only to wrap her in another embrace as I kissed her with much more fevered passion. I wasn’t sure how much restraint to use, but dammit, she’d made me wait so long. I swept her up into my arms and carried her inside.

I paused in the living room. My cock was aching and I didn’t want to wait to climb the stairs. “Couch or bed?” I gave her the choice and was surprised with her answer.

“Both.” She played with my hair and smiled.

I carried her to the couch and placed her down on the soft black leather. They were more like large beds with the built-in ottomans on each end and even though I’d always wanted to, I’d never had sex on them. Not with my brother lurking around.

“I want you naked,” I whispered against her mouth then I slipped my fingers into the hem of her shirt and tugged it up over her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her tight nipples were hard enough to cut glass. I captured one with my mouth and then teased it with my tongue. She moaned out and held on tight to me as if hanging on for dear life. But I was about to make her fall.

I had to touch her. I licked my lips and caressed her tight ass and as she ground herself against me. I took it as an invitation. I slipped my hand into her shorts and cupped her ass, pulling her closer. I carefully moved one of my hands to the front and applied firm pressure to her mound. I let out a growling sound and kissed her hard, caressing her tongue with mine. She wiggled beneath me and bucked her hips upward against my hand.

I slipped my fingers into the side of her panties and through her folds gathering her nectar along the way. She was more than ready for me, so I rose to my knees and tugged down her shorts and revealed a pair of soft pink lace panties that were a perfect complement to her creamy complexion. Her eyes widened and she slipped her fingers into the straps of her panties at her hips and slowly pulled them down offering herself to me. I wasn’t sure I was worthy, but I’d damned sure try to be.