"Next time?" I squealed, tightening my grip around his neck when he lifted me, pressing one hand to the small of my back and the other between my shoulder blades, shifting me until I was essentially sitting on his thighs. I swallowed again and rasped out, "What makes you think there's going to be a next time?"
"What makes you think there isn't?" He lifted me a fraction of an inch, both of us sighing when I eased down his cock. He sank his teeth in to my shoulder, dragging his nails down my spine with a groan. "You really want to give this up?"
"I don't know. Maybe." I shifted, wrapping my legs tighter around him, flexing the muscles in my cunt at the same time, the movement wringing a whimper from me as his piercing rubbed over my beyond sensitive skin. "No."
"Me, neither." He lifted and dropped me again, faster this time, harder, and I sucked in a quick breath, squeezing his cock tighter. "So just let me fuck you until we can't see straight and we'll save the intense stuff for next time."
"Right. Sure. Okay." I captured his mouth with mine, biting his lower lip until he hissed, digging his nails in to my hips. "Fuck me, then."
From there, it was a hard, fast ride to the finish, punctuated by a series of gunshot quick orgasms he didn't give me time to recover from before driving me up to the next one. I pressed my face to the curve of his neck, my breath hitching in my lungs, my entire body trembling. "Oh, God."
"Close, but not my name." He wheezed out a laugh which tapered off in to a groan when I flexed my inner muscles. "Do that again and I'm going to come."
I turned my head, taking his mouth with mine again. And flexed my muscles.
He hadn't been lying. He orgasmed in a series of short bursts, the unfamiliar warmth flooding through me as one last orgasm wracked my body. I went limp, sagging against him, my head spinning as he tipped us backward on to the mattress. We rolled away from each other, sweaty and breathless, and I fumbled desperately for the bottle of water on the nightstand.
"Either hand me mine or share." He slapped my ass lightly, almost playfully, before resting his palm there. "I need fluids and rest before we go again."
"I have to get home." I squinted at the clock, trying to figure out where the last ninety minutes had gone. Wherever they'd went, it was close to four in the morning and I was too sober for a sleepover. "I have... responsibilities."
"Don't we all." The mattress shifted under me and a moment later he brushed his lips over my shoulder. "If you really have to go, then go. You know where to find me."
"Yeah." I turned, leaning down and giving him a quick kiss. "I'll see you around."
MORNING CAME FAR too early, but at least I didn't greet it with a hangover. I opened my bedroom door just as Tammy stepped out of the bathroom, shiny and prim and proper. We both stared at each other for a moment, Tammy recovering before I did. "I didn't hear you come in last night."
"You were asleep." I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe, studying what was no doubt her church dress. All she needed was a hat and some white gloves and she'd fit in perfectly with the Baptists. "Call your friend and tell her you don't need a ride. I'll take you kids this morning."
"What?" She widened her eyes, her jaw dropping open for the briefest of seconds before she regained control. "I mean, why?"
"Maybe I feel like I need God this morning." I stepped back in my bedroom before she could accuse me of being sacrilegious, cursing myself for being impulsive even as I flipped through my mental closet, trying to determine if I even owned something church appropriate.
It turned out the only thing even close was the dress I'd worn to Loretta's viewing and funeral and while it wouldn't have been my first choice... well, you made do with what you had.
I paid absolutely no attention to the sermon, going over the mental list of things I needed to do at the magazine and the house next week. I was picking out paint for my office when Tammy elbowed me in the ribs and all but pushed me out of the pew and in to the aisle. Scowling over my shoulder at her, I said, "What?"
"The service is over." She nudged me aside, shooing Dolly and Conway out in to the aisle ahead of us before linking her arm with mine. "Normally we'd go back to Sandy's house and eat lunch."
"Why don't you pick another restaurant and we'll try it out." My smile faltered when I caught sight of an all too familiar figure. He was wearing a suit instead of jeans but I'd recognize that ass anywhere. Leaning toward Tammy and lowering my voice, I said, "Who's the guy?"
"Which guy?" She followed my gaze and rolled her eyes, ruining the attempt at disgust when she also let out a small sigh. "Oh, him. Yeah. He's the reason about half the women are here."
"Right, but who is he?"
"That's Abraham. Abraham Hansom." She glanced up at me. "Do you know him?"
"Yeah." I all but felt the color drain from my face as memories from last night flashed through my mind. "Yeah, I know him."
Fuck. Me.
CHAPTER NINE
"We have to talk to Pastor Neal and Mrs. Neal." Tammy steered me toward the minister and his wife, something which wouldn't have bothered me overly much if it hadn't happened to also be toward Abraham. "If we don't, people will talk."
"As old as you are, you should know people are going to talk no matter what you do or don't do." And since I was currently thinking of all the things I'd let Abraham Hansom do to me last night, I didn't think I was in a good state of mind to try and talk to a man of God. "I despise small talk, Tammy, and I'm hungry. I didn't have time to eat breakfast."
"Well, if you hadn't slept so late...." She trailed off when she caught the glare I sent her, giving an indignant sniff as she lifted her chin. "That's all I'm going to say about the matter."
"Which is more than you should have said to begin with but I'll let your attempt at moralizing go this time." I pasted a smile on my face as we scooted closer to the Neals, wondering if it was possible to get out of the church before Abraham spotted me. "Did you decide where you want to eat lunch?"
Dolly turned around and started tugging at my dress which, thankfully, was high necked and Puritanical. "I did, Aunt Jeannie."
"Awesome." I knelt and picked up Conway, who was dragging his feet and his doll, propping him on my hip as we continued to inch forward in the departing line. "Tell me it's a place with good breakfast food and coffee because I need the caffeine."
Dolly giggled and wrapped her arms around my hips, all but toppling me over. "You always need caffeine, Aunt Jeannie."
"Yes, I do." Although at the moment what I needed was a stiff drink since we were almost to the Neals and Abraham was only a few feet away. It wasn't that I thought he would say or do something scandalous... well, actually, I didn't know what to think. The Abraham Hansom I knew-or rather knew of-in high school was a far cry from the Abraham Hansom who'd made me orgasm so hard I would have sworn I saw stars and maybe God. "Tammy, you're better at this stuff than me so you do all the talking and then let's get out of here."
Whether or not she would have followed my instructions/orders would always be a mystery since the instant we reached the head of the line, Mrs. Neal clapped her hands together and all but shouted, "Jeannie Jackson! We are so happy to see you!"
I wouldn't say every head turned my direction-quite a few people had already been staring at me-but it was close.
And one of those people who turned to stare was Abraham Hansom.
The only hint he might have been as surprised to see me as I was to see him was the slight, very slight, widening of his eyes-and how I could have stared at them half the damn night and not recognize them when I'd spent all of middle school and high school mooning over him was beyond me. He took a step forward and then stopped, something which might have been uncertainty flickering over his face for the briefest of seconds. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and started to turn away and I sent up a thankful prayer.
Something I instantly regretted when Mrs. Neal grabbed his arm and yanked him over, exclaiming, "It's not often we have two prodigals return at the same time! Jeannie, you must know Abraham from back when you were in high school."
"We've met." Ashamed at the weak tone of my voice, I cleared my throat, adjusting my grip on Conway so I could extend a hand to Abraham. "How are you?"
"Fine, thank you." His smile-damn it, how had I forgotten that smile?-was slow and sure and did things to me which could only be called sinful. "I heard you were back in town for a bit."