mouth shut about me. If word gets back to my father, I’m up shit creek.”
Rodney nods. “You know they’ll be looking for you by now. You’ve been gone since, what, nine in the morning?”
“Maybe. My father and Jessica are on honeymoon. If Ellie’s cousin—”
“Not her cousin. I don’t have any kids and her mother had no siblings.”
“Well, Jessica’s niece… Fuck it, who cares. If she says something, we’re screwed.”
“Most likely they’re already looking for you. I don’t have a television but I’ll check the Internet and my police band scanner. Best you get some sleep.”
“You’re not going to turn us in?”
“Of course not. Jessica can go sit on a fire hydrant.”
He offers me a hand and drags me to my feet when I take it. I stumble a bit, a little clearer now, and watch while he unfolds the big couch into a bed. He tosses a blanket and pillow at the foot of the mattress and turns, disappearing through the kitchen.
I flop into the bed and splay out, not bothering with the blanket. My head starts to pound as I lie down. I scrub my eyes with the palms of my hands and flop my arms down, and hope for sleep.
It doesn’t come. I hear footsteps upstairs, but don’t open my eyes until there’s a creak on the stairs. A dark shape, lit by the moonlight coming through the tall windows, moves across the living room.
Ellie, dressed in oversized sweatpants and a long t-shirt, spreads a blanket over me as she crawls into the bed. She settles against my side, in the crook of my arm almost. Without thinking, I slip my arms around her.
Then I yelp.
“Jesus, your feet are cold.”
“Shut up. Don’t ruin it.”
“Ellie—”
“I said don’t ruin it. Go to sleep.”
She rolls over onto her other side, probably to take the pressure off her bad arm, and pushes back against me, her head propped in the crook of my elbow. I roll and put my other arm over her, and she doesn’t object.
My breath catches as hers slows, growing shallow and even as she slips into sleep. We’ve never slept together. I don’t mean sex, though I never got to home plate, either. I mean we never did this, just shared a bed. I wanted to but the occasion never arrived.
“Ellie?”
“I said don’t ruin it,” she murmurs.
“What is this?”
“I had a bad dream.”
I pull her into my arms. “You’re safe now.”
“Am I?”
I take a deep breath and bury my face in her hair. God, she still smells exactly the same. Soapy from a shower, but that scent she has is still exactly the same.
“Are you sniffing me?”
“Yes. Go to sleep.”
“Stop sniffing me.”
“No.”
Something else is happening. My hand is moving down her stomach, lower and lower, so slowly I didn’t even realize I was doing it. Ellie squirms on the bed, wriggling her ass against me, and I hear her let out a little noise that might be a silenced giggle.
“Jack,” she says.
She puts her hand on my wrist. I expect her to pull me away but she pushes instead, harder when my hand slips inside her sweats. A little gasp escapes her throat when I gently lift her underwear and slip my hand inside.
Ellie is burning hot between her legs, like she has a fever. So hot I almost pull my hand away as I work it between her thighs, gently probing with my fingers. She lifts her leg a little and then squeezes my hand when I find the sweet spot. A shudder runs down my spine and my cock stiffens at the feeing of her soft, slick pussy lips against my finger. I’m not sure if I push a little and enter her or if the way she rolls her hips takes my finger inside her, but I slowly press it in, feeling her pulse and shudder against me as my finger enters her body all the way to the knuckle.
“I’ll be quiet,” she says, very softly. “Do it.”
My heart pounding, I curl my finger gently inside her and then extend it again, reading the way her body twitches and tightens in reaction. I can feel the tension in this one spot—
“Right there,” she begs
Rodney nods. “You know they’ll be looking for you by now. You’ve been gone since, what, nine in the morning?”
“Maybe. My father and Jessica are on honeymoon. If Ellie’s cousin—”
“Not her cousin. I don’t have any kids and her mother had no siblings.”
“Well, Jessica’s niece… Fuck it, who cares. If she says something, we’re screwed.”
“Most likely they’re already looking for you. I don’t have a television but I’ll check the Internet and my police band scanner. Best you get some sleep.”
“You’re not going to turn us in?”
“Of course not. Jessica can go sit on a fire hydrant.”
He offers me a hand and drags me to my feet when I take it. I stumble a bit, a little clearer now, and watch while he unfolds the big couch into a bed. He tosses a blanket and pillow at the foot of the mattress and turns, disappearing through the kitchen.
I flop into the bed and splay out, not bothering with the blanket. My head starts to pound as I lie down. I scrub my eyes with the palms of my hands and flop my arms down, and hope for sleep.
It doesn’t come. I hear footsteps upstairs, but don’t open my eyes until there’s a creak on the stairs. A dark shape, lit by the moonlight coming through the tall windows, moves across the living room.
Ellie, dressed in oversized sweatpants and a long t-shirt, spreads a blanket over me as she crawls into the bed. She settles against my side, in the crook of my arm almost. Without thinking, I slip my arms around her.
Then I yelp.
“Jesus, your feet are cold.”
“Shut up. Don’t ruin it.”
“Ellie—”
“I said don’t ruin it. Go to sleep.”
She rolls over onto her other side, probably to take the pressure off her bad arm, and pushes back against me, her head propped in the crook of my elbow. I roll and put my other arm over her, and she doesn’t object.
My breath catches as hers slows, growing shallow and even as she slips into sleep. We’ve never slept together. I don’t mean sex, though I never got to home plate, either. I mean we never did this, just shared a bed. I wanted to but the occasion never arrived.
“Ellie?”
“I said don’t ruin it,” she murmurs.
“What is this?”
“I had a bad dream.”
I pull her into my arms. “You’re safe now.”
“Am I?”
I take a deep breath and bury my face in her hair. God, she still smells exactly the same. Soapy from a shower, but that scent she has is still exactly the same.
“Are you sniffing me?”
“Yes. Go to sleep.”
“Stop sniffing me.”
“No.”
Something else is happening. My hand is moving down her stomach, lower and lower, so slowly I didn’t even realize I was doing it. Ellie squirms on the bed, wriggling her ass against me, and I hear her let out a little noise that might be a silenced giggle.
“Jack,” she says.
She puts her hand on my wrist. I expect her to pull me away but she pushes instead, harder when my hand slips inside her sweats. A little gasp escapes her throat when I gently lift her underwear and slip my hand inside.
Ellie is burning hot between her legs, like she has a fever. So hot I almost pull my hand away as I work it between her thighs, gently probing with my fingers. She lifts her leg a little and then squeezes my hand when I find the sweet spot. A shudder runs down my spine and my cock stiffens at the feeing of her soft, slick pussy lips against my finger. I’m not sure if I push a little and enter her or if the way she rolls her hips takes my finger inside her, but I slowly press it in, feeling her pulse and shudder against me as my finger enters her body all the way to the knuckle.
“I’ll be quiet,” she says, very softly. “Do it.”
My heart pounding, I curl my finger gently inside her and then extend it again, reading the way her body twitches and tightens in reaction. I can feel the tension in this one spot—
“Right there,” she begs
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