“And I admire you.” I say it sincerely and drop a kiss on her forehead before diving back into the goodness on my plate.
“Yes, well. I do make a fine cinnamon bun.” She blushes, and her gaze is focused on collecting the errant crumbs that have gathered on the table. She doesn’t take compliments well, and it may take the better part of fifty years, but I’m going to break her of the habit of ducking praise.
“A damn fine cinnamon bun. And perfectly crisp bacon. And impeccable editing. And a beautiful home—which is easier said than done, trust me,” I joke. “And you’re genuinely kind to everyone, even Wayne and Harold, who can be trying on the best of days. And you always know what to say in conversations to make people feel at ease. Also, you’re fucking hot.” I pepper her collarbone with kisses in between compliments. “Don’t downplay how amazing you are, Lainie.”
She looks up me with unshed tears in her eyes, then blinks them away quickly, as if the emotion we’ve stirred up is overwhelming. “I could get used to this,” she says, and I can’t quite figure out if she’s referring to the kisses or the adoration. Hopefully both.
“That’s the plan,” I say, my palms finding their way to her breasts, heavy and full and deprived of my attention for hours now. Her moan tell me she wants this as much as I do, so I’m a little bereft when she pushes away.
“And it’s a good plan, but—”
“But?”
“But it’s all we’ve been doing all week, and I have laundry and cleaning and shopping to do. And I wanted to start on the pieces I found for the powder room and—”
“And your sexy boyfriend keeps distracting you?” My hands graze her nipples.
“Yes!”
“What a terrible problem to have. You poor, tortured woman.” I tease her with my words as I stroke her breasts.
“Simon?” She laughs as she arches her back, giving me full access to her glorious tits. “Don’t you have stuff to get done, too?”
I roll her nipples with my fingers. “Didn’t I tell you? I’m forgoing all future obligations and have decided to become your love slave.”
“How noble of you.”
“That’s me. Selfless to the core.” She moans as I knead her tender flesh, she lays back, cradling her head against my knee and giving me the perfect angle to worship her perfect breasts. “So selfless, in fact, that I’m dedicating myself entirely to your pleasure.” Her eyes flutter closed, and her legs stretch out, opening up and begging for my touch. I know, without a doubt, she’s wet and ready for me. And though I love to touch her hot center, I have another idea right now. “Elaine?” My voice is a whisper that floats over her body. She murmurs incoherently in response. “Fuck, Lainie. I’m gonna make you come with just my hands on these beautiful tits. Yea?”
“Simon,” her pant is a plea, and I spend my time making good on the promise of making her lose her mind.
I RELUCTANTLY LEAVE LAINIEto her errands and start on my own. I’m heading to see Nan later, and I told Lainie I’d stop by the store, so she doesn’t have to. But first, I’m on Rufus duty. Meg needs to spend long hours at the law library, so I swing by a few times a week to take her Golden Retriever mix out for a run at the dog park, or, like today, a quick run around the yard. So, I’m freezing my ass off on Meg’s deck, playing fetch, and texting my friends.
From the texts of Simon, Nick, Duncan, and Gavin
Nick: You guys around? Want to catch the Ravens game at Trick’s? Gav’s still in town.
Dunc: Bets and I are in Annapolis for the day. You kids have fun.
Nick: Enjoy your domestic bliss, asshole.
Dunc: We will, fuck you very much.
*sends adorable selfie of himself and Bets by the water*
Nick: Simon?
Simon: Can’t. I have plans with Elaine.
Nick: Bring her. She’s cool, and we like her.
Simon: So glad she gets the stamp of approval. But nope. Our plans don’t involve an audience.
Gav: So you’d rather have hot sex than hang out with us and drink beer and eat burgers?
Simon: Yes.
Gav: Fair enough. Carry on. And Nick’s right. She’s good people, and she’s perfect for you. I’m glad you’re happy. You deserve it.
