Do Not Disturb (16 page)

"Where the heck are those movie
listings?" Allison muttered.

"So what time to you expect to be back?"
Her mother stood next to her as she rustled through the newspaper spread on the
kitchen table. "Allison?"

"Huh?" She bent her head up. "Oh
sorry, Mom. What did you say?"

"I asked what time you’ll be back?"

"Well, let's see." She looked at her
watch. "It's six-thirty now. If we make it to a seven-thirty movie, we
should be back by ten-thirty I guess."

Shaking her head, Ruth Hill leaned in to whisper
in her daughter’s ear. "That doesn't give you and Brett much time. You
sure you don’t want us to just take the girls home with us so you have all
night?"

Allison jerked up straight. "Mother."

"Don't give me that look, Allison." Ruth
smiled. "I think it's about time you paid attention to your personal life
and you know..." She glanced over Allison's shoulder to where Brett stood
with J.T. talking about cars. "We really like Brett."

Following her mother's eyes, Allison turned
around. A thrill ran through her just watching him.

"So you let me know when you're ready for an
overnight date." Ruth patted her daughter's hand and walked off.

Allison shook her head. This was indeed getting
complicated.

Two impressionable pre-teen children needing
attention. Finding enough time alone for she and Brett to figure out what was
happening between them. Kelly’s wacky father and Caroline’s selfish mother.
Brett’s problems with his parents. And now, her mother suddenly encouraging her
to...well, she didn’t know what to think about that.

Snatching the newspaper from the table, she folded
it to the movie listings, shoved it in her purse and strolled toward Brett.

Funny, when you're young enough to develop
relationships without baggage, you don't have enough experience to know what to
do. And then when you're old enough to do what you want, you have too many
other people and responsibilities to devote the time needed to develop the
relationship.

She touched his arm. "We'd better go."

Ten minutes later, Brett steered out of her
neighborhood and onto the main highway.

"What movie do you want to see?" He
placed a hand on her neck, rubbing it gently.

"I don't care, what about you?"

She didn't want to see any movie.

"What time do the movies start?"

"Seven-thirty and eight."

She wanted to make love to Brett.

"What time did you tell your parents we'd be
back?"

"Ten-thirty or eleven."

"Hmmmm." His hand slipped down to her
wrist. Dragging her arm across the seat, he rested her hand, palm down on the
top of his thigh. He moved it in circular motions, massaging his leg.

A gasp escaped from her mouth. The heat from his
body radiated through his cotton trouser leg, his muscles shifting as he
pressed and released the accelerator.

She wanted to make love soon.

"My mother offered to let the girls spend the
night sometime so we could spend more time together."

His head snapped to the right. "She
did?"

Nodding, she tried to remember what that exact
spot on his leg looked like naked.

"Did I ever tell you how much I like your
mother?"

"She told me how much she and dad like
you."

"Well how about that?" Brett laughed.
"I'm going to have give her a big hug when we get back tonight." He
moved her hand up his leg until it rested only an inch or so from...

"When are we going to take her up on the
offer?"

"I...I don't know," she whispered.

Suddenly Brett moved her hand into his lap. His
very hard lap.

"So what movie do you want to see?"

Quit talking about the movie.

Slowly, she ran her fingers up and down the bulge
under her fingers.

"Tell me, Allison,” he said through a
strained voice. “What do you want to do?"

The tension grew in her lower body, intensifying
with each brush across Brett's erection.

"Please, Allison."

"I want to go to your house."

He pressed her hand down harder as the car sped
up. Within five minutes he parked in his driveway.

The driver's door flew open and Allison jumped out
of her side of the car before he raced around the front. He towed her up the
walk. At the door, he cupped her face with both hands and captured her mouth in
a deep kiss.

"I really want you, Allison."

"Open the door, Brett."

As the door slammed shut, he shoved her against
the entry wall, grinding his body into hers. The intensity of his need
propelled her passion and she thrust her hips upward.

"This way." Holding her close, he edged
her around the wall and into the empty living room. He knelt down on the
carpet, dragging her with him, then tumbled with her until she lay flat, him
over her chest.

"Tell me if I'm too rough," he said, his
voice raspy.

He crushed his mouth into hers while unbuttoning
her blouse.

She reached for his shirt, tugging at it. Sitting
up, he jerked it over his head and threw it to the side, then raised her up
into a sitting position.

Kissing her, he shoved her blouse off her
shoulders, then unhooked her bra. He lay her back down on the rug and knelt
beside her, running a hand down her chest while gazing at her body.

Leaning back down, he kissed her neck, the smooth
area above her breast, then greedily captured her nipple in his mouth.

She reached for him, but he pulled back. He
unzipped her slacks and drew them off quickly. He kissed her stomach and then
moved to her thighs.

She began to tremble at his rapid movements, him
keeping her off balance anticipating his next stop.

He kissed the edge of her panties where they
rested on her thigh, caught them in his teeth, then yanked them down her body.

She reached for him again, but his head had snaked
down her legs, panties in his mouth, to her ankles.

She was naked and he still was half-dressed.

As his tongue worked its way back up her legs, she
reached another time.

“No. Not yet.” He gently held her wrists at her
side.

“But I want to see you. Touch you.”

He hesitated.

“Please.”

He sat back and peeled off his clothes. “Only if
you keep your hands off certain parts,” he warned.

“I’ll try to...” She gasped as his tongue reached
the top of her thigh and his hands pushed her legs apart. Where was he going?

“Brett.”

“Relax, darling. Trust me.”

He backed off with his mouth and massaged the
sides of her legs, moving down her legs and back up.

“You are so...”

His mouth was back. Her leg jerked at the
sensation. Yes right there.

Suddenly his hands slid under her thighs and he
lifted her. She looked down.

“Brett...you want to?”

He moved back to her mouth, smothering it with an
urgent kiss. “Yes, I do.”

He moved down to her breast, sucking gently then
harder, then back down her stomach, back toward...

“Allison?” He stopped, his eyes questioning.

Don’t stop. She gently touched the top of his
head, encouraging him down.

His tongue was soft at first, then more insistent.
He lifted her higher and kissed her more intimately.

“Tell me. Show me what you need.”

He waited, his lips inches from her. She slowly
moved her body against his mouth. “Here.” He followed her movements, learning
her body, her needs.

She felt the coiling. It was closer. If she could
just...

“Relax, Allison. Just let it happen. We have
plenty of time.”

His breath was warm, but felt cool against her
burning skin.

“But what about you. It’s not fair.”

He slid up her body, placing her hand on his
erection.

He was so hard. Throbbing. Hot.

“Feel this. What’s not fair?” He braced her face.
“Allison, I’m not suffering. Now enjoy.”

 He kissed his way back down her body and the
excitement grew again, getting closer. Then he was touching her with his
fingers. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his.

“Show me. Where it feels best. Move my hand.”

She couldn’t do this. But it did feel so good and
she was so close and...Her hand began moving his.

Just there. He understood. Taking over the motion
that felt so...

She arched as the shudders took over her body.

“Brett.” Intensity. More than she ever imagined.
And then suddenly, just as she was slowing down, he plunged inside. Oh god, it
kept going.

He moved rapidly. Shoving her up the carpet with
his quick thrusts. Over and over.

“Ahhh.” One last shove and he collapsed, rolled to
the side and gulped for air. “I think...we did it.”

She laughed.

He raised his head and arched a brow. “It was
funny?”

She shook her head. “It was glorious.”

“Thank god.” He dropped his head on her shoulder,
his arm draped over her chest. "Sorry we didn't make it to the bed. But I
was so ready and I thought if I just kept going and didn’t give you time to
think it might be better." He rolled over to his side and lay a hand on
her stomach. "You okay?"

"Eveything's fine, except..." She
wiggled her butt. "I may have a few red marks."

"Oh no, baby." Turning her over on her
stomach, Brett gently touched her. "Rug burn?"

She laughed. "Do you know this is the first
time this has ever happened to me?”

“I know. What do you think I was working so hard
for?”

“Not that.” She laughed again. “I mean I'm
thirty-two years old and have never made love on the living room floot before.
On any floor."

"Well, well." Laying flat again, Brett
dragged her on top. "Are there other places you haven't made love?"

"The list is endless. It'd be easier to say
the places I have. Not very exciting, huh?"

"Another quest. I guess we can say we
succeeded at this first challenge. Now it looks like we have a new one.
Creating a long list of places you've made love with me." He kissed her
forehead and jumped up. "Starting with the shower."

#

"It's too hot." The water pummeled
Allison's back.

Brett reached around her to adjust the
temperature. "I like it that way, but I'll compromise."

Taking the soap in her hands, she rubbed it over
his chest. "You are toooo good to me." The pine scent she had smelled
so often on Brett’s skin filled the shower.

"Give me a few minutes to recover from our
little jaunt in the living room and I'll be even nicer to you."

"What did you have in mind next?"

He turned her around to face away from the water
and pulled her back against his chest. Slowly, very slowly, he ran his hands
down her front, pausing to run circles around her nipples before slipping his finger
across her stomach and inside her body.

"I think there are a few spots I haven't
kissed yet.” He pulled his finger back and forth slowly. “And I don't want any
part of you to feel neglected."

The pressure caused her body to ache and she
jerked forward in his hands seeking more.

"If you don't stop that," she croaked
out, "I'm going to crumble into a heap on the bottom of the shower."

"It may be easier if we finish this on the
bed, but I thought it might come in handy to know how to make love in the shower."

What was he talking about? It was hard to think
when he was, oh god that felt good.

"Why?"

"We have so much trouble finding privacy, we
may need the shower in the future when other people are around."

His words sunk in for a second, but his fingers
kept moving. And now he twisted her back around to face him. And he kneeled. Oh
my, he was...

"Again?" She clutched his hair as he
spread her legs and kissed her gently. He sure had a good memory of exactly the
right spot.

When she screamed, he stood, twirled her, leaned
her against the shower wall and thrust inside her again and again, slowly,
luxuriously, drawing out the ecstasy. Her body was weak, held up only by
Brett’s hands on her shoulders.

His chest heaving, Brett leaned his head on the
tiles behind her head. "I can't believe this." Feeling for the
faucet, he turned off the water. "I need to rest."

#

They lay on the bed, their legs hanging off the
edge, their towels thrown on the bathroom floor.

"Incredible. Absolutely incredible."
Brett laughed. "You are some kind of aphrodisiac, Allison."

"It is amazing." She paused. "But
wonderful."

Brett's head fell toward her on the sheet.
"You like it, too huh?"

The blush was immediate. Time to change the
subject.

“Where did you get this scar?” She sat up and
trailed a finger down the vicious white line on his knee. “It looks like it
really hurt.”

“Football injury.”

“What the heck was the football made of?”

“We’re very witty aren’t we?” He smiled. “I tore
my knee up when I played football in high school.”

“Ouch.” She touched it again. “Surgery?”

“Oh yeah.” He eyes squeezed shut as he shuttered.

“Were you any good? Before the surgery?”

“Yeah.”

He picked at a loose thread on the spread. She
could see she was losing him. 

“How good?”

“I had a scholarship to the University of
Virginia.”

“Wow. I didn’t know you played football at UVA. I
remember when we played them when I was at Duke.”

“I didn’t.”

She glanced back at the scar and back to his face.
“No more after this?”

He nodded.

“I’m sorry.” She reached out to touch his face.
“It was important to you.”

“At the time, I thought it was the end of my
world.”

 He captured her hand. "Come on down
here." He pressed her head to his chest.