It turns out I was scared about nothing and his family loves me, the kids to pieces. He proved that his family is fifty times more inviting than mine has been, ever was and will never be. I'm teaching his brother and sister to speak Irish, they have already fought in front of their parents using it. It was so funny! Can I remember what they were saying ten minutes ago? Hell no, I was too busy hysterically laughing at the display in the local Chuck E. Cheese. They were arguing about who tried to drown who what summer and I could only laugh. The kids were playing various games and we happen to be the only ones here at the moment. "What's so funny, mystery álainn?"
I look at him, take a deep breath and close my eyes. "They're fighting in Irish. Something about who tried drowning who when."
He shakes his head and walks up to them. "I tried drowning you both every year," he says to end my amusement.
"Josh, tá tú éadrócaireach!"
"I just wanted to end a ridiculous argument that you were getting some twisted sense of amusement and satisfaction."
My jaw goes slack. Tyler and Heather laugh at this scene. "He can get her to shut up with one sentence!"
Josh pushes my mouth closed and puts his mouth near my right ear. "Leave your mouth open any longer and you're just going to tempt me to fill it," he says barely audible for me, grinding his hips against my thigh.
"Joshua! B'fhéidir níos déanaí," I seductively respond using the same tone as him, lightly breathing on his ear and the skin near it. He endures a full body shiver, a dirty grin creeping across my lips.
"Sam!"
I feign my innocence. "What, baby?"
"Don't 'what baby' me."
"I did nothing wrong," I coo.
"Nothing wrong?"
"Not a thing."
He gets that tortured smile on his lips, showing me that he's going to get me back. "Hey, Sam, it's 11:45."
"Could you watch the kids?"
Heather agrees instantly and Tyler groans,"Are you taking our brother with you?"
"You really want me to drag Lil Man out of here kicking and screaming?"
"You two go get your cousin. We can handle these five," Karen assures us, teasingly.
I hug her, grateful of this woman. "Thanks, mama."
"You forgot to count Justin, mom," Josh reminds her.
"So there's six. Go on," she tell us, shoving us toward the door. We're staying for an extra week, we all need it. We pushed back the meeting with Shad and Tyrese for our reasons and they wanted to see if they could get it closer to done before hand. I had explained what the song means over the phone this morning. Nick and Lauren's flight doesn't land in Baltimore until 4:30. It's an hour and a half to get there, giving us two hours to fool around. Karen pulls back and smiles at me. "They finished your house yesterday, Josh."
"About time," he says. "Want to see it, babe?"
"Sure," I say.
He and I drive to his house and I get out, leaning against the side of the rental. He sneaks up behind me, kisses my neck and pulls me close enough to feel his erection through our jeans, although mine hug all my natural curves. "Let me show you the inside," he insists, pulling me to the door before unlocking it and dragging me inside.
"Wow."
He closes all the shades and blinds, sneaking up behind me to kiss and nibble on my neck. He damn well knows I cave when he does that to me, already wanting him only intensifies it all. I play hard to get and quickly walk into the kitchen, jumping onto the island counter (he must prefer to have it in the center so he can easily reach everything he needs to cook with). He comes over to me, leaning against the counter to ensure that I realize that the height of it is almost just right, his hands on my lower back to pull my body flush with his, standing between my thighs, and smiles before making his lips crash into mine for a passionate, need-filled kiss. My hands fall onto his forearms, creeping upward until my arms are circling his neck, my right hand coming to a stop in his hair. "I've never brought anyone here since 05." He means Eva. I pull my lips inward, waiting to see if he wants to tell me more. "All we did was fight, I don't want that to be us."
I kiss him, to reassure him that I'm not her. "I don't either, but remember that was seven long years ago. I'm no movie star, I'm a mom of 3 that's dating a sweet and loving man from here, his name being Joshua Scott Chasez. I chose to meet his family because I wanted to have an open mind and to know him better. I came to his hometown to be supportive, to see who he is, to learn about him. I came here and it was because he asked. I came because I wanted to and we need time to really know each other. I may be selfish when it comes to hearing your voice, having time with you, being close to you, talking with you and just being with you, but I prefer being selfish in those ways because they mean more than anything you could ever buy me and the kids," I assure him, gazing into the eyes that make my heart skip a beat.
"Sometimes you seem too good to be true."
I rest my forehead against his, my right hand still playing with his hair and look into his eyes. "I came from nothing, raised in hard times with only what I needed, and I know you worked so hard to get what you have. You're always in work mode and sometimes it takes me to remind you that the kids and I are in your life. It can get irritating, but it's part of being with you. You need a woman with patience and a mom has alot of it. I guess you consider me confident and a bit out going, even though I don't think I am. I enjoy your company and every time we're close, like this, I never want to be away from you. You always tell me I'm somebody to you and that's what matters. I mean more to you than any other woman could because I don't see what you are or were, but who you really are. I took the time to see who you are because it's what you deserve. I've had a crush on you since 92, known you through the media, and I realized most of what I knew was bullshit. They said you're sweet, but usually silent. You can be an asshole, yet who can't be? You can be needy, but you also give more than you need to. You are guarded and cautious, so aren't I. I'm needy, I can be a bitch, sometimes I'm sweet, sometimes I'm quiet, sometimes I get frustrated, sometimes I get annoyed, sometimes I just want to be like this with you, sometimes I just want to talk to you and sometimes I just want to be near you to hear your heartbeat, to hear you breathe. I forgot what a real relationship is and you've taught me what it is," I say, my eyes never leaving his, my hands never dropping, my body relaxing with every word. "You've also had hard times in your life, Josh. I understand that. Everyone has a taste of hell in life and some get more than others. Mine was dragged out and was on and off in the beginning. Yours was intense and packed together into the first five years you've lived. You have a beautiful family who loves Josh, not JC. You have a girlfriend with kids who see you as Josh and love you for Josh, not JC. You have close friends who love you for Josh, not JC. You also have the fickle ones who only see JC and what you have. You could be dirt poor, a blue collar worker, just making ends meet every week and I would still want to be with you. If you ever want to come home, say something. I understand that your family means the world to you, just like you and the kids do to me."
"I love you beyond words. I don't expect you to say it back because I know it may be too soon. I know that you're as real as I'm going to come across and as close to my dream woman as I'm going to get. I love your flaws. You're always there for support when I need it most," he confesses, stroking the side of my face with his thumb as he follows the row of freckles from my nose to my cheek and keeping his eyes locked on mine.
He kisses me, reassuring me that he won't walk away. Before I realize it, his hands are sliding to my hips and he's squeezing. We're French kissing and my legs wrap around his body as I slide a little closer to the edge. I slip my hands under the back of his shirt and hoodie, abandoning his neck and hair to feel the muscles in his back move. He finds the hem of my shirt and slides his hands to the clasps of my bra, folding my shirt and sweatshirt as his hands go up my body. I lightly moan during the kiss, signaling my approval. This is the one time we might have to rush, my hands undo his belt and pants. We refuse to part our lips from the other's, wanting it to be fast and passionate. He kisses his way to the curve of my neck to bite, nip, suck, lick and kiss it as I kick my shoes off. He feels me slightly lean back and quickly unbuttons and unzips my jeans, almost expertly. I slide off the counter with his hands on my hips, he had already shoved my jeans down as low as he could with me sitting there. As soon as my feet touched the cool floor, I stepped on the bottom of my pant legs to remove my jeans as I shimmied them to my thighs with my underwear in rapid succession. He crashes his lips into mine after slipping his pants and boxer briefs off, pulling me close enough to make it feel like our bodies were meshing and melting into each other. He slides his hands to my hips and lifts me to the edge of the counter, one hand taking over the inside of my folds and massaging my clit, the other delving into my hair. "J-jooosh," I try to speak, but he's got me fiending for the feel of his body and mine to meet so badly.
"Hmm?"
"No foreplay, kiss and make love, anois," I demand.
"Is that a request?"
"Direct order or next time, I torture you."
He keeps sliding his fingers in and out as his other hand winds and tangles itself in my hair, pulling my head back. He instantly assaults my neck with kisses, licks, nips, bites and sucking. All I can do is moan and grab handfuls of the sides of his shirt to pull him closer. He moans, causing the vibrations to rupture over my neck and I groan in response. My breathing quickens, his assault moves faster. He uses his arm behind me to scoot my ass closer to the edge, to bring my velvet walls closer to his hardened dick. "I'm doing it my way," he informs me.
"Uhhhhhh, yeah," I agree. I can't form a complete and coherent sentence or thought, he's got me where he wants me. My eyes slide shut as I focus on his motions.
He pulls his hand out of my sweet spot and grabs his dick, brushing it back and forth over my lower lips and clit. He's driving me mad with want, I try to slide my ass closer in an attempt to get him in me. "My way, baby."
"Ohhhhhh," I whine, knowing he's pulled his lower body away from mine.
He steps close again and I try to stay still as he begins rubbing himself against me again. "Good," he growls in my ear, kissing just behind it,"you listened."
"Yeah," I admit, half moaning.
He wants to be the dom right now and if I fight him, he's just going to drag it out to torture me more. He suddenly shoves himself in my folds in one fluid motion, straight up fucking me senseless for the first time in months. I bite my lip to keep from screaming in pure ecstasy. "I want to hear you, baby girl." I lose all inhibitions and let him listen to me moan, yelp, and scream as I wrap my limbs around him to pull him as close as I can. I want him to feel my pulse quicken to match the pace, my heart race, and every muscle in my body move in rhythm with his movements as he pumps in and out of me. "Yes, what I want." I usually get things my way, so for the rare occasion that he gets what he wants and how he wants, he says it in my ear. I shiver, my body is on autopilot and I'm lost in the moment with him. "Feels so fucking good, baby," he growls.
"Uh, yeah, ohmygod!" I say leaning back, my hands holding me up.
"Not without me, you don't," he tells me, stopping just long enough for my body to calm to the point that he's at and pulls me close to him again. He starts rapidly shoving his cock in and pulling out to repeat it, making me bite, kiss and nip at the skin on his shoulder because I know I can't leave any visible marks on him. "So close," he growls.
"J-ooo-oooossshhhh!" I yell out, letting him know I'm almost there.
He bites the curve of my neck and shoulder, me screaming in pure pleasure as we both allow the wave of euphoria slam into us and takes out to sea. Enjoying our natural high, we stay connected and kiss as we come down from it. Neither of us dare to move as we will our hearts, breathing and bodies to go back to their normal calm states. "Damn, girl. Vice grip. Been a few months."
"Might be change of scene that does it," I say between breaths.
"Maybe we should move here?"
"We don't even live together," I try to argue.
"We damn near do, baby girl," he reminds me, kissing my lips. He pulls out and realizes how hard he had bitten me. "I'm sorry, love," he says, running his fingers over the broken and raised skin at the curve of my neck.
I raise an eyebrow and smile gently. "It's ok. Just a reminder of Bowie. Your house in Bowie," I reason, tracing the bite I had left on his shoulder.
"You got me too?" he questions, looking at the spot I'm touching and noticing the outline of the mark.
"Yeah, I did."
"I think we're even on the biting thing right now."
"I torture you next time though," I tell him as I jump off the counter to get dressed to pick up Nick and Lauren.
"What?"
"You wanted to be the dom and I told you if you didn't stop teasing, I'd torture you next time," I gently remind him, pulling up my jeans.
He replays our little session in his mind and it clicks. "Dammit, you're slick," he admits, buttoning his jeans.
"You said your way, that's torture to me."
"Yours is for me too. You don't let me touch you, only hold your hands."
"My way you get whatever else you want, under my stipulations."
He kisses me, pulling my body flush with his. "Which are no touching anything on your body except your hands with mine."
"My lips too. I let you kiss me."
"I can't pull you close."
"I have to be difficult somehow," I reply with a taunting smile flashing across my face. I check my cell for the time. "We have just enough time to get to the airport in Baltimore, Joshie," I say, turning on my heel to run for the door. He hates when I call him that.
"You are so going to get it!" he threatens, chasing after me, both of us laughing.
"Bom bom bom bom, she's callin me, between your legs, I wanna hear you scream my name, on the kitchen floor as I softly pull your hair," I sing as he wraps his arms around me from behind.
I hear him scoff and feel his chest move as he chuckles for a second. "I'll pump hard till you say I'm bein mean to you," he responds.
I lean my head back and let my shock show on my face as I silently laugh. "You would remember that line," I say, thinking aloud. "Just when I can't say what's she's done to me, she comes to me, leads me back to paradise, drives me crazy, drives me wild."
"All I know is she got sex appeal, too much is never enough."
"Thank you," I reply, placing a kiss on his light rose colored lips.
"You're welcome," he answers, smiling.
Yeah, we have this corny ass game with lyrics we play. If one of us thinks of a song and some of the words come to us, we say them until one of us says thank you or I love you. He just wanted to win that one. "Are we still staying at 'Ler's?" I ask as I climb in the passenger seat.
"Unless you want to stay here," he tells me, leaving me to decide. Why does he do this?
"You choose," I tell him.
"Why?" he asks, closing his car door.
"Because you're on a dom kick," I defend.
"No, I'm not."
Is that his best fucking argument? I look at him, not believing it. "Riiiiiiigggggghhhhhttttt," I debate, running my tongue between my teeth before licking my lips. I pull my bottom lip between my front teeth, fixing my hair in the visor mirror.
"You..."
I smile at him, playing on the argument. "What did I do, baby?"
"We're back to this shit again? Twice in one day?"
"What shit?" I smile, taunting him.
"You're about as much as innocent as I don't want to take you right here and now!" he says, getting agitated with my game.
I kiss him. "I'm sorry," I say, honestly. "You are on a dom kick, though."
His jaw drops. "We are staying here, I take it."
My head drops back as my eyes roll upward. How the fuck does he know my game better than me? It's only the third fucking time I've used it. He knows if I wasn't difficult sometimes, I wouldn't be me. Maybe that's how and why he can see through it. "I would very much like to stay here for the rest of the time here, please," I confirm, annoyance creeping into my voice.
"Alright, that's settled. Now, let's get your cousin and his woman, drop their bags off here, and get back to the kids. I know you, but I love you anyway."
Chapter End Notes:
BSB~Helpless When She Smiles
112~Anywhere
Crazytown~Butterfly
112~Anywhere
Crazytown~Butterfly
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