Vice(21)

"Really?" He raised one brow, his eyebrow piercing winking over the top of his sunglasses. "I'll bite."

"Yes, you do."

"You're making sex jokes so you can't hate me that much."

"Yes, I can, because you have coffee and I don't."

"Oh, is that all?" He rounded the car and strolled toward me, stopping  at the foot of the steps. He held the cup out, giving it a little shake.  "This isn't mine. It's yours."

"Seriously?" When he nodded, I surged upward, lurching down the steps  and all but stumbling in to him, throwing my arms around his waist and  gripping him tight. "I changed my mind. I love you. I love you so much."  Pulling back, I wrenched the cup out of his hand. "Gimme."

"Payment first." He pressed his lips to mine, the kiss short and sweet  and tasting suspiciously of coffee. Drawing back, he said, "I'll get the  rest of what you owe me tonight."

"You've attached a very steep price to a single cup of coffee." I took a  sip and bit back a moan. "Granted, it's a very good cup of coffee but  still-I don't think it's worth the sort of sex I'm sure you have in  mind."

"If you knew the kind of sex I have in mind, we probably wouldn't make  it to Savannah." He gave me another quick kiss before nodding at the  door behind me. "So are they ready? And out of curiosity, did you adopt  any more children since our last conversation?"

"Maybe and no." I turned, pushing the door open a few inches only to  pause and glance over my shoulder at him. "You might want to prepare  yourself."

Before he could ask for what, I pushed the door the rest of the way open, wincing at the wave of sound which came pouring out.

"Dolly, you have to wear real shoes, you know this, why are you  arguing?" Tammy, looking as frazzled as I'd ever seen her, shoved one  hand through her hair, yanking on the ends in obvious frustration. "And  Conway, you know you can't wear a dress. People will talk."         

     



 

"So let them talk." I took another, longer sip of coffee and sighed as  the first jolt of caffeine began to worm its way through my system. "If  he wants to wear a dress, he can wear a dress. It's clothing, right? And  Dolly, you can wear flip-fops. I know your other shoes are too small." I  shot Tammy a look when she started to argue. "I promise you, nobody in  Savannah is going to care whether or not you're wearing flip-fops."

"Ms. Jackson?" Kitty's question came out on a tentative whisper and I  found myself wondering if she ever spoke in anything else. The second I  looked at her, she started wringing her hands, a habit I was already  determined to break her of. "I don't have to go if it's a problem. I can  stay here."

"After the headache I went through last night, you're going, even if I  have to drag your ass to the car." I winced and shook my head. "Which  was probably the wrong thing to say, all things considered, but you know  what I mean."

"Yes, ma'am." She gave a shy smile, the first one I'd seen from her, and  I realized she had twin dimples. "I do. And if you're sure it's not a  bother-."

"Kitty, I told you it wasn't." Tammy stalked over, giving her friend a  gentle shove toward the door. Apparently, my niece took her shopping  very, very seriously. "You get a window seat because you know you have a  tendency to get sick randomly."

"Yes, she should definitely be next to the window." Abraham held out his  arm, flashing Kitty a smile. "And I know this is terribly old fashioned  but I would feel so much better if you would allow me to escort you  down the stairs. Just to be on the safe side and all."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and snort at the over the top  gallantry, hefting my overnight bag in one hand and the suitcase the two  younger kids were sharing in the other. "Anybody who's going-which is  everybody-better get in the car. This party bus is leaving in the next  five minutes."





IT TOOK CLOSER to ten which was annoying but not as annoying as the fact  that what should have been a five hour drive, six tops, turned in to  something closer to eight. By the time we reached the hotel and checked  in, my nerves were completely shot, Dolly and Conway were tired and  whiny, Tammy was cranky about having to wait until tomorrow to do any  serious shopping, and Kitty was on the verge of tears for no other  reason than hormones. The only person who seemed to be at least somewhat  okay was Abraham and as soon as the connecting door shut, I hurled a  pillow at him. He caught it one handed and blinked.

"Okay. Maybe you'd like to tell me why you're throwing things at me."

"Because you're so calm and I wanted to see if there was anything which  would fuck that up." I flopped face down on the bed and groaned. "And  apparently, there isn't."

"Oh, I don't know about that." The mattress dipped a moment before I  felt his lips on the nape of my neck, his muffled chuckle sliding  through my body like chilled tequila. "There are a few things you do  which disrupt that calm demeanor you're so unhappy with me having."

"The kids are going to want dinner here in a few minutes." It was  important to remember the kids because if I didn't there was a good  chance we were never leaving the hotel room. Hell, we wouldn't even  leave the bed. I rolled over, laughing when he took the opportunity to  settle between my jean-clad legs. "Abraham, seriously. We locked the  door but that doesn't mean they won't beat it down if they decide they  want in here."

"Is sex all you think about, Jeannie Jackson?" He scraped his teeth over  my jaw, humming low in his throat when I arched toward him. "Maybe I  just want to make out with you for a little bit. You ever think about  that?"

"Huh?" Despite my earlier admonition, I wrapped my arms around him,  pulling him tighter against me. The man had the most incredible mouth.  If I wasn't careful, I'd wind up addicted. "Make out? Like teenagers?"

"Maybe a little dirtier than that but... yeah, essentially." He popped  open the top button on my shirt, leaning down and pressing his lips to  the flushed skin there. "I think it would be a good idea to keep some  clothes on but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun."

"Right." I pulled his shirt free from his pants, both of us sighing when  my hands slid up his back. "So like freshman in college level make out  session."

"I forgot you did the whole college experience thing." He flipped open  another button, exposing the top of my bra, sliding one finger under the  lace hem. "I didn't, so you're going to have to teach me what smart  college girls like."         

     



 

My laugh trailed off in to a groan when his tongue followed the path of  his fingers. "I think you're doing just fine on your own."

"Still, I'm just some local boy who never went anywhere or did anything  and you've been lots of places. Done lots of things." He nipped at the  curve of one breast and then the other, his breathing turning nearly as  ragged as mine. "So I need you to teach me, Jeannie Jackson."

"Is this some sort of roleplay thing or...." I trailed off, losing my  train of thought when he unhooked the button on my jeans and eased the  zipper down. "Abraham. The kids."

"I'll be quiet if you be quiet." He shifted upward, sinking his teeth in  to the sensitive skin over my escalating pulse. "I just spent eight  hours in a car not able to do anything more than look at you. I can't  wait any longer."

"We have to." Even as I protested, I was fumbling with his pants, my fingers suddenly thick and clumsy. "The kids-."

"Are behind a locked door. We'll be quiet. And quick." He tugged my  jeans down just past my hips, his own movements jerky. "I need you,  Jeannie."

"Damn you." I yanked his pants down, wrapping one hand around his cock  and stroking, slow at first and then faster, as he slipped one finger  inside my cunt, already wet and aching. I arched toward him, swallowing  back a moan. "I hate you for this."

"I hate you a little bit, too." His hair fell forward, brushing my cheek  as he crushed his mouth to mine. Pulling back, he rasped out, "Please."

"God." Almost blind with desire, I pulled him toward me, a whimper dying  in my throat when the head of his cock brushed against my folds. He  gripped my wrist, dragging my hand away as he twisted his hips, burying  his full length inside me with one thrust. We both froze, our bodies  taut with tension, before simply going lax, like butter left too long in  the sun. I hooked my free arm around his shoulders, sighing as I rolled  my hips to pull him deeper. "It's not supposed to be like this."

"I know." He pressed my wrist to the mattress and used his other hand to  do the same to my hips, his thrusts already harsh to the point of  bruising. "So I have to hate you a little bit or...."