was out of anger and frustration. No one should have to endure this over some damn meatballs.
I felt him nibble at my jaw.
"You drive me fucking crazy, Lindsey," he whispered.
I made a noise of indignation.
The tape was ripped off of my mouth, and before I could curse him out, his tongue was in my mouth and he entered me once again.
"Oh fuck," I groaned and moved my hips to meet his. This time he didn't stop me, but reached up and removed my blindfold.
I blinked up at his perfectly intense face. He reached up to my bound wrists and started to unwind the tape. It was slightly more complicated than it needed to be, but I was soon free. I couldn't wait to get my hands on his body.
"Please let me..." I panted.
He groaned and pounded into me harder than ever.
Back up the mountain I went, feeling everything inside of me building, shifting skyward, racing forth speedily, and just as I reached the top, Rhys wrapped his arms around me, making us as close as humanly possible...
"I fucking love you, Lindsey. I love you," he groaned loudly.
I reached the top and rocketed up into space, screaming, digging my nails into his flesh, shouting obsceneties and thrashing against my lover with such intensity, he could barely hold me.
Rhys looked at me with...what was that? Oh, yeah...love...and kissed me deeply as I tumbled down from the sky, over the mountain, onto a fluffy cloud of ecstacy.
When I stopped shaking uncontrollably, he slowly released me from the kiss. He smiled down at me and I grinned up at him.
"Say it again," I quietly commanded.
"I love you," he said easily.
I giggled and he grinned widely.
"I love you, Lindsey," he repeated and kissed my nose. "But don't ever steal my meatballs again."
Chapter Twenty-One
Every year on the morning after Thanksgiving, a whole bunch of guys from work get together and play football, whether it's raining, snowing, sleeting, hailing, earthquaking, apocolypsing or sunny and bright. Women showed up to watch the men's lack of athleticism, watch them get dirty, and get hurt.
This was my first year attending and it was unusually warm. Me and the other women and the men who didn't care to join watched from the sidelines, cheering, booing, and making funny comments. A lot of people brought their kids, and after the real game, the guys started playing football with the kids. I wasn't in much of a mood for any of it, though, as cute as it was. I only showed up because Rhys had asked me to.
I was beginning to feel like a yo-yo. He would let me get extremely close and then just as quickly let me fall away. It wasn't that Rhys necessarily wanted to date other women and be a free spirit, because I presented him with the opportunity a few times when I felt like he was drifting away. He didn't want to, but he couldn't give me a committment either.
Sometimes I felt like I was asking for too much from him, from someone I knew wasn't much of a relationship person from the beginning. But I've been playing by his rules for so long now, I was beginning to feel short changed, and I told him as much the night before.
We had dinner with Jake, Veronica, Muriel and Phil. The brothers had invited their mother, but Anne "wasn't feeling well" and couldn't make it. Their father was not invited.
The tension around the table after her last minute phone call could probably be seen from outer space. It probably looked like a giant, taut rubber band. The five of them gave each other knowing looks while I just sat there, knowing but unable to admit that I knew. I felt left out, and as they all began to thaw out with some wine and spirits, it became abundantly clear that Rhys and I were a fifth and sixth wheel.
Veronica and Jake were newly engaged. Phil and Freduriel's relationship was pretty serious. Then there was Rhys and Lindsey, the guy uncommitted and the girl overly committed.
I didn't say much during the night. Rhys asked me what was wrong on the way back to my place.
"I feel short changed," I
I felt him nibble at my jaw.
"You drive me fucking crazy, Lindsey," he whispered.
I made a noise of indignation.
The tape was ripped off of my mouth, and before I could curse him out, his tongue was in my mouth and he entered me once again.
"Oh fuck," I groaned and moved my hips to meet his. This time he didn't stop me, but reached up and removed my blindfold.
I blinked up at his perfectly intense face. He reached up to my bound wrists and started to unwind the tape. It was slightly more complicated than it needed to be, but I was soon free. I couldn't wait to get my hands on his body.
"Please let me..." I panted.
He groaned and pounded into me harder than ever.
Back up the mountain I went, feeling everything inside of me building, shifting skyward, racing forth speedily, and just as I reached the top, Rhys wrapped his arms around me, making us as close as humanly possible...
"I fucking love you, Lindsey. I love you," he groaned loudly.
I reached the top and rocketed up into space, screaming, digging my nails into his flesh, shouting obsceneties and thrashing against my lover with such intensity, he could barely hold me.
Rhys looked at me with...what was that? Oh, yeah...love...and kissed me deeply as I tumbled down from the sky, over the mountain, onto a fluffy cloud of ecstacy.
When I stopped shaking uncontrollably, he slowly released me from the kiss. He smiled down at me and I grinned up at him.
"Say it again," I quietly commanded.
"I love you," he said easily.
I giggled and he grinned widely.
"I love you, Lindsey," he repeated and kissed my nose. "But don't ever steal my meatballs again."
Chapter Twenty-One
Every year on the morning after Thanksgiving, a whole bunch of guys from work get together and play football, whether it's raining, snowing, sleeting, hailing, earthquaking, apocolypsing or sunny and bright. Women showed up to watch the men's lack of athleticism, watch them get dirty, and get hurt.
This was my first year attending and it was unusually warm. Me and the other women and the men who didn't care to join watched from the sidelines, cheering, booing, and making funny comments. A lot of people brought their kids, and after the real game, the guys started playing football with the kids. I wasn't in much of a mood for any of it, though, as cute as it was. I only showed up because Rhys had asked me to.
I was beginning to feel like a yo-yo. He would let me get extremely close and then just as quickly let me fall away. It wasn't that Rhys necessarily wanted to date other women and be a free spirit, because I presented him with the opportunity a few times when I felt like he was drifting away. He didn't want to, but he couldn't give me a committment either.
Sometimes I felt like I was asking for too much from him, from someone I knew wasn't much of a relationship person from the beginning. But I've been playing by his rules for so long now, I was beginning to feel short changed, and I told him as much the night before.
We had dinner with Jake, Veronica, Muriel and Phil. The brothers had invited their mother, but Anne "wasn't feeling well" and couldn't make it. Their father was not invited.
The tension around the table after her last minute phone call could probably be seen from outer space. It probably looked like a giant, taut rubber band. The five of them gave each other knowing looks while I just sat there, knowing but unable to admit that I knew. I felt left out, and as they all began to thaw out with some wine and spirits, it became abundantly clear that Rhys and I were a fifth and sixth wheel.
Veronica and Jake were newly engaged. Phil and Freduriel's relationship was pretty serious. Then there was Rhys and Lindsey, the guy uncommitted and the girl overly committed.
I didn't say much during the night. Rhys asked me what was wrong on the way back to my place.
"I feel short changed," I
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