Blue Colla Make Ya Holla (55 page)

Winston laughs before steadying himself. “Take off your panties.”

I stand and wiggle them free of my hips. Kicking them aside, I rest on the couch again and feel weird.

“This is where my patients sometimes rest when sharing their feelings.”

“I bet a few of them fantasize about nailing you on that couch. Now tell me about your legs. Are they open? Maybe you can put one up on the back of the couch. Imagine I’m there with you. Show me the pink flesh of your pussy, Meredith. I need to see it.”

I hear the hunger in his voice and imagine him stroking his cock. My body immediately responds to the image.

“My nipples are hard,” I whisper into the phone.

“Touch them for me. Soft at first then pinch them. They like when I pinch them, don’t they, baby?”

“Yes,” I sigh, touching my nipples the way he instructs.

“Is your pussy wet? Can I blow on it?”

Shivering, I smile. “Yes. I wish you were here.”

“I am. Close your eyes and see me between your legs. I love to look at your pussy. The flesh gets so hot and wet for me. When I lick it, your clit swells up. I want you to touch your clit with the vibrator. Make it believe the vibrator is my tongue.”

The vibrator was a gag gift from Bethany for my last wedding anniversary. She said if Sandy couldn’t get things done, the little pink vibrator would. Sandy smiled at Bethany, humoring her because she scared him. I realize now how most things frightened Sandy. They scared me too, but I feel fearless today. Resting back on the couch, I hold the phone in one hand and a vibrator in the other.

“Do you feel my breath on your pussy?” he asks.

“I want to feel your cock.”

“I am there. I’m opening you up and taking what’s mine.”

“Yes,” I say, my eyes closed as I make little circles against my clit with the vibrator. “Your cock is so hard.”

“It is, baby. I can barely hold on. I want to fuck you so bad. Can I fuck you?”

“Yes. Fuck me.”

I imagine him stroking his cock. I know how the hard flesh feels when he’s ready to come. The way his face tenses just before the pleasure overwhelms him. How bright his blue eyes are as he lets go.

“You’re so wet.”

“Fuck me harder,” I moan, leaving the phone where I can hear it while my fingers pinch my nipple. “I’m about to come, Winston. Fuck me harder.”

“Your pussy is mine. It wants me.”

“Yes.”

“No one else.”

“Winston,” I whimper, biting my lower lip.

Hot liquid pleasure rushes over me in waves. I ride the orgasm, pinching my nipple while moaning into the phone. I hear Winston’s breathing shift and know he’s enjoying an orgasm too. Seeing him in my mind, I wish he were coming inside of me.

Winston

Not a Green Pants Guy

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D
ecked out for
golf, Meredith looks so damn sexy in her pink shorts and tank. I don’t plan on wearing anything so pastel. I’m also avoiding the normal old man golf pants. Jeans and a yellow tee are as close as I’ll get to embracing the golf lifestyle.

“You look nice,” she says, pressing her hands against my chest. “I like how your shirts are always tight.”

“Don’t get me hard before we see your dad.”

“Mom will be there too.”

“Yeah, but I’m good with moms. I have trouble with dads. One of my ex-girlfriend’s dad chased me with a bat.”

“Why?”

I kiss her forehead and grin. “Let’s just say I don’t always think before I speak.”

Smiling, Meredith wants to say something sarcastic, but she doesn’t. I appreciate her holding her tongue even if I can’t.

We take Meredith’s little SUV to the country club golf course. During the drive, I sit back and practice being quiet. Meredith laughs twice on the way, finding my silence entertaining.

The guard at the country club’s front gate recognizes Meredith. He gives me a curt nod then lets us through.

“Did you ever take Sandy Schmuck’s last name?” I ask after the guard refers to her as Ms. Gordon.

“No. I told Sandy I wanted to keep my father’s name. Maybe I just knew we wouldn’t last and didn’t want to change my name back and forth. I’m starting to wonder if I always knew our relationship was doomed.”

Wrapping my fingers around her free hand, I grin. “You just didn’t want to be Meredith Moon, huh?”

“Well there was that.”

“Doctor Moon will see you now,” I tease and Meredith’s grin widens.

“Are you done with the silent act?”

“Can’t be sure. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

She pulls the SUV to the front of the main building and a valet opens her door. I watch her casually slide a twenty into the guy’s hand. Meredith is in her element and I feel like her fucking employee.

Her beautiful smile quickly yanks me from my grumpiness. When Meredith rests her hands on my forearms the ways she does during sex, my body lights up from her touch.

“I know today won’t be as fun as the night on your bike, but please be open to the experience. For my family, golfing isn’t about the game. It’s about spending time together outside.”

“You could go camping.”

“We do.”

“That Richie Rich kind of camping, right?”

“Still counts,” she says, lifting on her toes to kiss my cheek. “Let’s go find Mom and Dad.”

Meredith takes my hand and leads me into the decorative building. We pass the dining room full of the whitest people I’ve ever seen and I come from a long line of Irish folks who can’t tan. On our way out the back doors, I spot more diversity and feel less like the odd man out.

“Stop judging,” Meredith whispers as we stand on the back deck. “I went into your club with respect. Do the same for mine.”

“I’ll try, but my club’s still cooler.”

Meredith wraps me in her arms and smiles so sweetly up at me. “Your club might have bigger balls, but mine has bigger bank accounts.”

Grinning, I kiss her with a bit too much heat. Tempting fate, I pay the price by having her parents arrive as I’m sucking on their daughter’s lips.

Steve and Leslie Gordon give me big smiles. Like most lawyers, they lie well. I don’t know if I fake my smile as well. Steve is a handsome guy with the same blue eyes as his daughter. Leslie gave the girls the rest of their looks. I just pretend I’m looking at Meredith and my mood improves.

After Bethany and her boyfriend the Dentist join us, we drive golf carts to the first hole. Meredith rides with me while the Dentist drives.

“Meredith isn’t good at golf,” Bethany assures me from the front seat. “Don’t worry about making a fool of yourself.”

“Thanks, Beth,” Meredith deadpans. “You always have something sweet to say.”

Grinning at her sister, Bethany leans over and whispers something to the Dentist. He laughs in a way that makes me never want him to work on my teeth.

“Ignore them,” Meredith says, leaning her head against my arm. “It’s not about the game. Dad is awful and he knows it.”

“I might not suck at golf.”

“I didn’t bring you here to wow us with your athleticism. I want you to spend time with my family so they could get to know the man I love.”

We said the words for the first time last night. No big moment for the declarations. I said the words while we fucked. She said them back. Later, she smacked me on the ass while we made popcorn. When I turned to tickle her, she said she loved me. I said she was the only woman I ever wanted. Then we ate popcorn and returned to bed.

Now I worry our easy relationship will hit the family sized speed bumps. “What if they think I’m a piece of a shit?”

“If I needed their approval, I would have brought you here before we got together.”

“You’re a rebel.”

Meredith holds my hand and her touch relaxes me. I know she will never ditch me with her family. On the third hole, Meredith proves me wrong.

Somehow, I end up stuck with Steve Gordon who watches me from behind his mirrored glasses.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, he asks, “Have you ever been to jail?”

“No. Have you?”

Steve sizes me up then sighs. “Actually, I have. Back in college, I was arrested for protesting animal exploitation.”

I cock an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t figure you as the animal rights kind of guy.”

“Oh, I’m not. I was looking to get in the pants of a redhead named Pam.”

“Did you?” I ask, struggling against a grin.

“Yeah, but she was more trouble than I could handle. In college, I spent a lot of time with those outraged social types. I wanted the passion they had, but I hated the self-important crap they spewed. I also wanted a woman who wore deodorant.”

Smiling now, I nod. “I know a few people who think deodorant is optional. It’s really not.”

“No, but people are odd.”

“So you decided to give up on the passionate activist women?”

“No. I just found one whose activism I genuinely supported. Leslie is involved in many charities. She used her law degree to help those less fortunate too. She had all the things those other women had plus she’s very hygienic.”

Laughing, I never expected to find any common ground with Meredith’s dad. Steve proves to be an ordinary guy and we end up talking baseball. Nearby, Meredith and Leslie whisper about me.

“Meredith cares about you. If you’re looking for a fun, easy time, she might not be the woman to have that with. She tends to get attached.”

“I love Meredith. It’d break my damn heart if she wasn’t attached.”

Steve sighs like he’s relieved, surprising me again. “Meredith wasted a lot of time with Sandy. She tried being impulsive as a teenager. Once she went to college though, she studied and worked hard. No goofing off. No letting loose. She and Sandy were the dullest couple I’d ever spent time with and I have a friend who falls asleep in the middle of conversations.”

Studying Steve, I can’t keep myself from saying the words. “You’re not what I expected.”

“I know the feeling. Bethany made you sound like a thug. I don’t know why I listen to that child anymore. I don’t think she’s told the truth in twenty years.”

Grinning, I look at Meredith peeking back at us. “Do you think she’s really over Sandy?”

“I honestly don’t believe she was ever in love with him. He simply fit her image of life. I doubt any of it was personal from her perspective.”

I smile at Meredith who grins back at me. Even falling in love with her, I didn’t understand how I could fit into her world. Hell, I figured her parents might disown her if she married me. All that negative shit wasn’t even close to being on target.

“You ought to invite your brother to join us sometime,” Steve says as we return to the clubhouse. “I’ve made a lot of contacts here over the years. I’d imagine a businessman like him could make some too. I always hear people talking about renovating their homes. Why not tap into that market?”

Smiling like I’ve known this guy forever, I nod. “I’ll let him know.”

Steve puts on his fake grin and gestures hello to someone. I glance back at Meredith and Bethany who are both eyeing me in a weird way.

“Had to happen eventually,” Steve says to me then looks at the guy. “Sandy, this is Winston. He and Meredith are together.”

Sandy shakes my hand limply. He’s completely unthreatening. Based on the dull expression on his completely unremarkable face, I doubt he cares about seeing his ex-wife with another man. He doesn’t want her. Doesn’t care if I have her.

I hate him though.
I hate that he ever saw my woman naked or touched her body. I want to rip off his fucking face for waking up next to Meredith for so many years. The guy is nobody, yet I need to crush him to make my claim.

Shoving my hands into my pockets, I keep from punching the guy. Meredith appears next to me, says hi to Sandy, and wraps an arm through mine.

“Let’s go eat.”

Walking into the clubhouse, I remain grumpy. I want Sandy dead for no damn reason besides Meredith should know no other man except me. I’m fully aware I’m being an idiot. Even so, I make the decision not to mention my ex-girlfriends again. If I say nothing about my past, maybe she won’t mention Sandy and I won’t need to go homicidal.

“You should key his car,” Bethany says, sitting at the table with us. “Ooh, let’s teepee his house.”

“No revenge,” Meredith mutters, dismissively waving a hand at her little sister. “Had he not dumped me, I wouldn’t be here with Winston. If anything, Sandy deserves a gift basket.”

Taking Meredith’s hand, I pull her outside. She smiles even though I’m freaking her out. This trait is just another thing I love about her.

“I need you to be brave,” I say when we’re alone under a big oak tree.

Meredith opens her mouth to speak then decides to stay silent.

Cupping her face, I stare into the eyes of my dream woman.

“I love you. I don’t care that it’s happened fast. I don’t care if you and I come from different worlds. None of that means anything to me. I just know that since I saw you in the bar that I can’t get enough. It’s not lust. It’s not sex. It’s everything. I want to see you every day. I want to come home to you. I want to know what you’re thinking and what you’re doing and how you’re feeling. I want that and I’ve never wanted that before. I don’t need to date for months or years to know you’re the one for me, Meredith. I love you and that’s that.”