I waved at a few people as they walked past, changing their odd stares to a smile.
It took quite some time, but after three orgasms on my part, he eventually climaxed. With the car running, and the air conditioner blowing cold air against our sweaty bodies, I collapsed into his arms in the reclined seat.
When we woke up the theme park was closed, and I was certain Michael was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
But I was convinced we’d never ride a roller coaster together.
Chapter Thirty
Michael
“What about this one?” Terra asked.
I was relaxing on the most comfortable couch I had ever had the pleasure of sitting on, and had no desire to get up. Dressed in jeans, heels and a black sleeveless top, Terra sat across from me on another piece of furniture. She spread her arms over the backs of the cushions and grinned.
“I like it.”
She rocked back and forth in the cushion. “Michelle asked about Cap again.”
I pulled my phone from my pocket. “I forgot. I’ll text him right now. When does she want to try and do it if he wants to?”
“She’s free anytime. And, thank you. At least I’ll be able to say I asked.”
I sent Cap a quick text message and forwarded the photo of Terra’s friend she had sent me a few days prior. I pinched my phone between my thumb and forefinger and studied the couch she was sitting on.
“How much do you like it?” she asked.
“A lot. I like the leather.”
She pressed her hands into the leather cushions, leaving impressions when she pulled them away. “Like it enough to buy it?”
“I like looking at it from here.”
She narrowed her eyes and appeared to be inspecting my choice of seating surfaces. “The one you’re on is a shade darker than what you have. It’s almost white. It’d be like making a change but not really making a change.”
“True.”
“This?” she said. “This is heaven. And it would look so good in there.”
We both agreed my taste in furniture was boring, so I’d decided to redecorate my home—with her assistance. Wandering aimlessly through a furniture store, however, was proving to be more work than I was prepared for.
She slapped the surface of the cushion beside her. “Come sit on it.”
I pushed myself up from the couch and my phone buzzed. I opened the message from Cap, grinned at his response, and pushed the phone into my pocket.
I flopped down beside Terra. The cushion seemed to envelop me. “Holy shit.”
“I know, right?”
“It swallows you up.”
She pointed at the tag hanging over the arm. “Down-filled cushions.”
“Down-filled heaven. You’re right.”
“With your blond wood floors this stuff would look great.”
The period of time I was without Terra allowed me to understand how I truly felt about her. Touching a woman and being touched in return was an experience in itself, but loving and being loved was beyond compare.
I wanted my home to feel comfortable to her, and hoped making a few changes would convert it into a place she wanted to stay at, and less of a place she chose to visit.
I bounced up and down on the cushion. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.”
“Well don’t you two just look adorable?” a shrill voice asked.
The sales associate wore too much makeup, had noticeable extensions that were in complete contrast to the color of her hair, and was wearing a lemon-yellow skirt and jacket that looked like they came right out of the 1950s.
The ten pounds of jewelry she was wearing topped off the ensemble.
She clutched her portfolio of paperwork and grinned. “That’s our Cordova line. It’s our bestselling line for a reason.”
I studied the big brass buttons that dangled from her open jacket. “What reason would that be?”
“Durability, comfort and value.”
I glanced at the price tag and tried not to act surprised by the $8000 value. “From what I can see, it’s the most expensive piece in the store.”
“It is. But it’s worth so much more. We could ask as much as $10,000 or maybe $12,000 for that couch and we don’t.” She turned and pointed to the love seat positioned beside the couch. “Did you see the love seat?”
“I did. I stumbled over it to get to this one, yes.”
Terra pinched my leg. “Stop,” she whispered.
“Well keep looking, and in case you forgot, I’m Chloe.”
“Thank you,” Terra said. “We’ll let you know when we make a decision.”
Chloe’s eyes lit up. Apparently, she felt she found a new friend. “How long have you two been together?”