Shame On Me (6 page)

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Mia

Damn I really thought that would’ve worked out in my favor. I plan to stay in bed seething but once I catch a whiff of the aromas dancing its way upstairs I hurry to the shower. Breakfast is great and the three of us eat like we’ve been starving for days. Once we’re done eating we all make our way to the comfy room to relax.

My head is all over the place so I do the only thing that keeps me calm. I pull out my book and read some poetry. During a commercial I glance at Ethan and see he’s staring at me. I quickly drop my eyes to my book and hope he doesn’t notice my nervousness.

“What are you reading?”

“A poem.”

“About what?” he asks while playing with a lock of my hair.

“Matters of the heart,” I say as I flip the page.

“You like poetry?”

“I had to read a lot of it in college plus it’s a nice way to pass the time.”

“What themes do you like?”

“Romance.”

“Interesting choice for someone who favors hitters over real relationships.”

“Do you like poetry?” I raise my eyes to his and completely ignore his comment.

“I had to take a few literature courses in college and I picked up a few things.”

“Like what?”

“All in due time darlin’,” he whispers as he softly caresses my cheek. I drop my eyes to my book to keep him from seeing my cheeks rosy. Because my eyes are lowered I completely miss the subtle nod Ava gives Ethan.

****

I decide that I need some air so I volunteer to make lunch and dinner, which means that I have to go to the store for ingredients. I return home and immediately begin fixing subs for lunch. While fixing the sandwiches I hear Ethan chuckle behind me before I feel his hands grip my hips.

“What’s funny?”

“You in the kitchen, humming as if you’re proud to feed your man.”

I’m not humming.

Shit am I humming?

Okay time to deflect.

“You’re not my man,” I whisper before he turns me to face him and he looks pissed. I should feel elated that I’m proving he can’t bully me into a relationship; but I’m worried that he’ll think I’m being childish and decide that I’m not worth the trouble. I want him to walk away right? Then why am I afraid that I’ll never see his hazel eyes again? I hold my breath in fear of what he’s about to say.

“We’re attracted to each other and I want to see if it will turn into something more. Our chemistry is great and we can hang out for long periods of time without annoying each other. I’ve dated girls that I’ve had chemistry and great sex with but I couldn’t stand to be around them for more than a few hours at a time. I don’t know why you’re scared but eventually you’ll realize that I’m not the person you’re comparing me to. The sooner you realize that I’m not going anywhere, the sooner we can fall for each other. Once that happens I’ll put my ring on that adorably small finger of yours, give you my last name, and have some babies with you. If you don’t give me a fair chance then we’ll never know what could have been. Sometimes we fail at relationships and get our hearts broken, but it only takes that special one to make all of it worthwhile and I think you’re the one. ”

He thinks I’m the one and wants babies with me.

Babies!

Babies!

I can’t respond to what he just said because the word babies continue to roll around in my head like a skipping CD. He takes my silence as acquiesce and pushes away from the counter.

His face softens before he speaks again. “I know you didn’t plan on meeting anyone but these things can’t be planned. If you give me a chance I can be the man that makes your dreams come true. You just have to give me a fair shot. Can you give me that?”

I bite my lip as I contemplate his proposal. On one hand I don’t want to lose myself in him but on the other hand I don’t want to lose him, at all. I stare into his eyes and wonder if falling for him would be such a bad thing. I mean he seems like a good guy and I’m wiser than I was when I was younger. I don’t want to regret losing out on someone good because I’m comparing him to Noah. So I swallow nervously and nod at Ethan. His eyes follow the movement of my throat before they return to my face.

“I like extra vinegar on my sub darlin’,” he says after lightly kissing my lips and walking out of the kitchen.

I get back to work constructing his large overflowing Italian sub with tons of vinegar, Ava’s slightly smaller turkey sub on a wheat roll, and my ham and cheese sandwich with two slices of meat and one slice of cheese on wheat bread. I load up their plates with chips and serve it with beers. When I sit next to Ethan with my small sandwich, water, and no chips I see him smiling at me.

“Are you on a diet?”

“No, I just don’t like to eat too much salt and bread.”

“I love all your curves babe, eat a real sandwich,” he suggests leaning closer to me. “Ow.” He laughs after I punch him in the arm.

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I love to laugh and you’ll learn to love it too.” We smile at each other for a few moments before he asks Ava to play a video game with him.

“You’re on loser!” She yells energetically as she runs our dishes to the kitchen and returns with three beers. “Mia, you playing?”

“No, I’ll watch the action while I make chili and cornbread for dinner.”

****

Ethan

Ava and I play the game for a while before she leaves to buy a new game she heard about. I decide to go into the kitchen to watch Mia cook while she’s gone.

“Ya’ll don’t have guys come over often do you?”

“Why do you say that?” She asks while chopping peppers.

“Because of all the chick food, you had to buy beer, no sports package on cable…” I say as I count off each point on my fingers.

“We have ESPN.”

“Well I had to throw that in there so I don’t sound like a complete girl.”

We both laugh as she resumes chopping veggies.

“Thanks for including Ava today.”

“Caught that did you? That was my other clue that you don’t have swains here.”

“Swains? What are you seventy?”

“Swain is a good word woman.”

“Anyways, what do you mean that was your other clue?”

“She’s stuck to us like we’re in middle school and she can’t be separated from her BFF. But she’s fun to be around so it’s not annoying.”

“Do you think you can hook her up with your BFF before homeroom tomorrow?” She mocks in a sarcastic cheerleader voice.

“Mmm I just got a vision of you in a school uniform. We’ll have to play dress up soon.”

“Like high school student and teacher?”

“Hell no I’m not a pedophile, we’ll dress up as teacher and principal,” I whisper as I make my way around the island towards her. “How bad to you want to keep your job Ms. Stevens?” I question while rubbing my thumb over her lower lip.

“Bad,” she whispers while licking my thumb. My hands are making their way into her leggings when I hear the front door open.

“Until later darlin’.”

****

A while later Mia has to drag us kids away from the game to eat dinner. After dinner is consumed and the kitchen is clean, we bully Mia into playing with us. She quickly becomes addicted to the game and I have to drag her away from it at 2am so we can go to bed.

****

Under the covers with her nighttime bra (“I’ve got to keep the girls up” she tells me) and panties on, I enjoy the feel of her butter soft skin. I rest my hand on her hip and nuzzle the back of her neck because once I start touching her I can’t stop.

“Ethan,” she says sleepily.

“You owe me for being nice last night.”

“Later,” she mumbles but it sounds more like ‘
ater
.

“You can stay asleep, just let me have my night cap.”

I learned last night that she’s less argumentative when she’s sleepy and I plan to use this to my advantage. She quickly rolls to her back so I can move over her body and pull the covers over my head.

I take my time kissing my way down her flat stomach and slowly pull off her lacy boy shorts on my journey to her pussy. I gently push her legs apart and run my nose over her (now my) pussy.

Damn she smells good.

I need a taste so I drag my tongue up her lips and savor the tangy flavor of her. I want to see how wet she is for me so I run the pad of my thumb over her lips before I separate them. I push my thumb into her hole and I can feel her wiggling against it. She is drenched and I can tell by her movements that she is getting impatient.

“Relax,” I say as I place my hand on her stomach to settle her down. I wait until she is completely settled before I move my thumb to her clit and insert a finger in her. I can tell she’s already worked up again when I hear her pull in a shuddering breath as well as push my head closer to her pussy. I have to show her that I’m in charge so I gently pull away.

“Feel good darlin’?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you so wet?” I inquire as I push another finger inside.

“You. Because of you.”

“Because of me?”

“Only for you.”

“Mmm, just for that I’m going to give you an extra treat.” The word treat isn’t the right word for what we shared. I’d say I rocked her world and she rocked my universe.

Chapter Seven

Role Play

Mia

The rest of my week went by uneventfully until Friday night when Ethan comes to my job to hang out until I get off. I’m busy cleaning the bar after last call when I notice a girl running her hands over Ethan’s shoulders. Okay who is this whore and where can I hide her body after I kill her?

I watch them converse as he gently removes her hands from his shoulders and point at me. The whore has the nerve to roll her eyes at me and flip me off before sauntering away. I continue to get the bar ready for tomorrow and remind myself to ask him about the whore later.

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“Did you see that girl touch me?” he asks once we make it to my bedroom.

“Yeah who was she?”

“Some random girl who wanted to leave with me.” My hand tightens on my hairbrush but I smile stiffly in an attempt to not seem jealous.

“What did you say to her?”

“I told her my fiancé wouldn’t appreciate her trying to have sex with me. Then she tried to convince me to sample her blowjob but I told her she’d never get within three miles of my dick. She got pissed and gave you the finger.”

“You called me your fiancé?”

“Yeah, so?”

“We’ve only been together a week.”

“When you know, you know.”

“Is that right?”

“Mmmhmm, but right now I want to talk about how sexy you look jealous,” he says as he takes the hairbrush out of my hand and presses his body against mine.

“I wasn’t jealous.” He gives me a knowing look and I know I have to distract him or I’ll never live this down. “We never did get to role play,” I say to his lips as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Well I have been a good boy all week.”

“Yes you have, now sit in the recliner and get ready for a well earned blowjob.”

I watch him swallow as he sits down anxiously awaiting his reward.

****

I walk into my closet and grab my black shirtdress with tan colored rope belt and shoes and head to the bathroom to get dressed.

Inside the bathroom I pull on my dress (sans underwear) and leave a few buttons open to reveal tons of cleavage. I then put on my four-inch nude stiletto heels, pull my hair into a ponytail, touch up my soft pink lip-gloss, refresh my mascara, and put on my glasses.

I open the door to see Ethan has dimmed the lights and is sitting on the edge of his seat. I slowly sashay my way to him and lean over to kiss him softly. I run my fingers through his hair as my lips move to his jaw and make their way to his neck.

“I really need this job Mr. Grant.”

“What are you willing to do to keep it?”

“What ever I need to.”

“How good are you at blowjobs?”

“I’m the best.”

“Then get to work.”

I get on my knees in front of him and unfasten his pants. When I have his pants unzipped I run my fingers over the length of him.

“What do you have for me Mr. Grant?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself Ms. Stevens?”

I can feel some wetness at the tip of his junk, so I rub it over the head as a lubricant. I pull my hands out of his pants and hook my fingers into the belt loops of his pants and quickly pull them down. His underwear goes down with the pants, which causes his junk to hit me in the face when it springs free.

My fingers attempt to wrap around the rod that feels softer than cashmere but its too thick. I look up at Ethan to see him smiling at my effort before my tongue snakes out to lightly lick the head. I hear him struggle to breathe and continue to tease him with my tongue.