Chapter 8

finger and tummy much better thank you


There was that moment, as her brain left dreamland behind, as she began to realize that it was morning and that what she remembered was not part of the dream but had in fact been real that Tabby came to know that he had not done what a one night stand would usually do. He had not slipped away in the middle of the night. He was still there, his arm around her waist, cradling her against the full length of his body which was tucked tightly against the back of hers’. Smiling to herself as she blinked her eyes against the golden rays of the sunrise reaching their lazy hazy way through the thin curtains, Tabby realized his other hand was laced with hers’, just beneath her chin. The bed was tiny, but somehow they had made it work and she couldn’t honestly remember the last time she’d ever slept quite that soundly, that deeply, that restfully. Of course, as those deep aches in her joints reminded her, he had tired her out. He had incredible stamina.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she grinned as the memories, more visual clips of moments, of bodies moving in time with one another, him on top, her on top, filled her imagination. If she’d thought Damon had been good in bed, she had to put him into the 'only adequate' bin now.

“Good morning.” She felt his lips as he pressed them against the back of her shoulder and though she couldn’t think why, in the light of everything that had passed nearly wordlessly between them in the night, Tabby felt her face heat as his body snuggled impossibly closer to hers’. “It looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day,” he added, digging his chin into her shoulder as he peered out between the curtains at where the huge golden orb of the sun peeked up over the trees.

“Mmm, which means I’ll have to open up soon,” she mumbled, regretting already that she’d thought of it at all when she was still floating on the fluffy pink cloud of afterglow.

“Don’t,” he whispered into her ear, his lips pressing against the shell of ear, her cheek as soon as he’d said it. “We could stay here, all day,” he suggested, pressing his now obviously happy to be awake and this close to her body against the small of her back, tempting her to say yes.

“Don’t you have a job to be at?” she asked, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle a sigh as the palm of his hand swept over the curve of her hip.

“I’m on vacation,” he explained in a voice that was both husky and breathless as his lips pressed against the round of her shoulder.

“Well I need that money to do some renos around here. If you hadn’t noticed, this place is kind of falling down,” she told him, trying to sound stern and failing as her voice turned up into a squeak at the end as his teeth dug into the curve of her neck.

“I’ll pay you to stay closed,” he offered, his body more insistent now as his now very hard and very thick erection pressed between her thighs.

“What are you…like…independently wealthy or something?” she asked, half giggling, half sighing as she rolled over so that she was lying beside him, so that she could take him in hand, curling her fingers around the width of him as his eyes closed and his full lips parted in a soundless sigh.

“How much could you make in a bait shop in a day?” he asked, once he’d recovered enough to speak, though he didn’t seem much interested in the answer as he reached for her lips with his and kissed her onto her back, pinning her body beneath his. “Four? Five hundred, maybe?” he asked, before kissing his way down her neck, making it almost impossible for her to think about sums, money, or anything other than the feel of the head of his cock sliding over her wet folds, seeking entrance.

“That might be pocket change to you,” she managed to whisper as she rotated her hips, meeting his first thrust, “but I need that money.”

“And it will be taken care of,” he murmured into her ear, nipping at her earlobe, “I promise.” He laced his fingers with hers’ then and pushed down, like a little push up, until he was looking down at her, his gaze holding hers’ as their bodies moved in that dance as old as time, her body answering his, meeting and retreating in slow, controlled movements until his eyes rolled back and his head fell back and he let out a roar of triumph as she felt his entire body go still as he emptied himself into her.
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“So what do you do?” she asked from where she was sitting on the kitchen counter, watching him make a smoothie. He definitely needed something to keep his strength up if he was going to keep her in bed all day as he certainly planned to do.

“I work with Reebok, Gatorade…marketing and stuff…nothing very interesting,” he replied, keeping his gaze pinned on the banana he was peeling so that she wouldn’t see that tell tale tic beneath his eye that always gave him away when he lied. He wasn’t sure why he was still avoiding the truth with her. All he knew was last night, and this morning, had been perfect and the last thing he wanted was for her to think he was bragging about being some kind of big shot. That was also the reason he didn’t want her in the store today. Being seen leaving her place once might be ignored by the locals who generally respected his privacy but twice would set tongues wagging.

“Athletic shit huh?” she munched on the corner of a piece of well buttered toast as her long, bare legs swinging free, drumming against the cupboard doors. “I’ve always wanted to be good at something…baseball or something but I’ve always had two left feet and I throw like such a girl,” she explained with a grin.

“So you don’t even watch much sports?” he asked, turning to peer into the fridge which seemed to be stocked with mostly frozen dinners and little cups of yogurt, of which he took two to add to the smoothie.

“Not really,” she admitted, dropping down from the counter and walking towards the fridge. Sidney turned to watch her bend over and grab another one of the yogurt cups. She looked a hell of a lot better in his dress shirt than he did. “I’m more into the live music scene. Not that you’d know anything about that around here,” she added, wrinkling her cute button of a nose as she turned back toward him. “I think that they roll up and hide the streets here after nine,” she smirked.

“Here, yeah. But down in Halifax…there’s all kinds of places to go see bands. Do you like Celtic stuff?” he asked, turning the blender on and staring at its’ swirling contents to distract himself from the way she was licking the back of the foil covering with her pointed pink tongue.

“Yeah, it’s alright I guess. I like heavy stuff…Nickelback, Hinder, Spinnertte, Finger Eleven….”

“You like Finger Eleven?” He grinned at her, “me too.” She smiled warmly back at him and Sidney felt his chest tighten. Damn, this woman had him so wrapped around her little finger that even the smallest things she did and said made him giddy like a fucking school kid. The words were right there, right on the tip of his tongue, but he bit down on them and forced his attention back to the blender and its’ contents. He opened the nearest cupboard and pulled out two tall glasses and began to pour the thick liquid into it.

Sid turned to hand one to her but she was just suddenly there, her tongue swirling around a spoon and his hands began to shake as he held the glasses just a little too tight. He almost dropped them when she pressed her chest to his back to reach around him to drop the spoon and the now empty cup into the sink. He was wearing another one of her grandfather’s shirts and she slid her arms up beneath the shirt and ran her fingertips over his stomach.

“I bet you don’t work at a desk,” she purred as pressed her cheek to his back. “I’ve never, ever seen abs like yours before,” she added before letting him go, though it was too late, far too late, to stop what she’d started. He’d gotten hard as soon as he’d felt the soft mounds of her breasts pressed against his back. Was there any end to wanting her?

He put the glasses down and turned, cupping her face in his hands and capturing her mouth with his. He drank from her mouth, tasting the strawberry yogurt she’d just been eating on her tongue. He kissed her until he felt her body melt against his, until her hands slid up under the shirt he was wearing to pull her closer. He kissed her until she wrapped one of her legs around the back of his thigh and she whimpered into his mouth and then he picked her up and put her back onto the counter and stepped into the space between her thighs. He kissed his way down her neck as he undid the buttons of his dress shirt until he could suckle on her breasts.

He was more tender with them now than he had been, hearing in her ragged intake of breath that they were more than a little tender from his attentions the night before. He ran his tongue over and around her nipples while she gripped the edge of the counter and he dropped his borrowed shorts to the floor and slid into her warm, slick pussy. That too was tender, he could tell as she gasped and suddenly went still.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, telling himself he could stop, though god only knew he didn’t want to.

“Just…just wait,” she whispered, leaning her forehead to the top of his head. “Just…give me a minute,” she added, crossing her ankles behind the small of his back. “God…I almost came,” she snorted a moment later, looking down at him with those sexy dark eyes of hers’, that cat that got the cream smile on her face that made him want to do things to her that would make her scream. “I can’t let you get me going that easily, you’ll start to think you don’t have to work at it,” she added, her fingers trailing through his hair, and then down his cheek, stopping to caress the new, pink, scar that bisected his chin before she pressed her lips to his and dug her heels encouragingly into his ass.
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“What’s this one from?” she asked, her fingertip tracing a small, white scar that crisscrossed the knuckles on the back of his hand, leaving droplets of water where her fingers touched. They were lounging deep in steaming water in the antique claw foot tub in the main bathroom, Tabby leaning back against his broad, solid chest, her hair tied up at the nape of her neck.

“A fight, I think,” he replied, as if he couldn’t quite remember.

“A fight?” she repeated, turning to squint up at him. He smiled down at her, all dimples and boyish handsomeness that was so cute she wanted to reach up and grab his cheeks and squeeze them. “You don’t look like much of a fighter.”

“Oh yeah?” he grinned, reaching up to brush the back of his hand affectionately down her cheek. “And what does a fighter look like?”

“Well, in my experience,” she grinned, turning completely over so that she was straddling him, “they’ve got tats and biker boots and…well, yeah, you’ve definitely got the muscles,” she added, running her hands over his wide shoulders. The water was nearly scalding but everywhere she touched him, chicken skin appeared.

“Where have you been hanging out?” he laughed, his big hands settling around her waist, “dive bars?”

“Bars anyway,” she replied brightly before leaning forward press her lips lightly against his. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don’t like to sleep much at night,” she added wantonly, lowering herself over him as his cock began to harden.

“I had ummm, noticed,” he managed to croak out before his eyes rolled back and a long, low moan slid from his soft, full lips. She watched as his face transformed, his playful expression melting into something almost primitive as he opened his eyes again and regarded her with something more akin to raw desire.

“Complaining?” she asked, the pointed tip of her tongue flicking at his ear as she held herself just so the only the tip of his cock was inside of her. Patrick shook his head and swallowed audibly. “Good because I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who could keep up with me before,” she added, settling down over him and letting out a long, contented sigh.

He filled her completely, almost to the point of pain, but not quite. It was just…right, she thought as she felt his big hands slide down to cup her ass, helping her to move as she slid up, almost to the point of having him slip out before sliding back down.

‘Christ’ she thought, ‘he is so fucking sexy’. It was the way he looked up at her, all determined, like it was some kind of battle they were in, and it was, for him, she knew. He was determined that she would orgasm at least twice before he would let himself go. She’d never had a man like this. Even Damon, who, with his mischievous, devious sort of nature could make bedroom antics fun, still cared more about looking good during the act than whether she’d felt good. Patrick was determined that she would feel….

Oh and she did, she knew, as she cried out, past the point of caring that gallons of water was sloshing over the side of the old tub onto the equally old linoleum floor. She howled his name as he thrust up into her, his arms now holding her, supporting her, his hand cradling the back of her head as the strength of the orgasm bowed her back as if she were no more than a string, pulled taught, on a bow.

She felt tears stinging in her eyes as he cradled her now boneless body against his strong one, whispering soft words that she couldn’t really hear, not past the rushing and pounding of blood in her veins. ‘This is new’, she thought as she fought for breath and for control over her emotions. To his credit, Patrick didn’t seem to mind, but still….

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, trying to pull back from him but his huge, muscular arms held her like a vise. “I don’t know where that came from, I guess it’s just…it’s just….”

“It’s just that you’ve just had the best sex of your life?” he asked quietly as he allowed her enough movement so that she was looking down into his face, her hair somehow having coming free at some point falling around them like an ebony waterfall. She felt her cheeks heat up, felt the tips of her ears burn but he wouldn’t let her break the hold his gaze had on hers’. He reached up, his one arm still strong enough to hold her exactly where she was, and he cupped her chin to keep her looking at him. “I know, because that’s what I’ve been having since I got here.”
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“So what was with the suit?” she asked as she pulled the sheet up to her chin.

“Have you ever seen that movie…the one with Vince Vaughn, Swingers?” he asked, and she nodded. “So when we go there, me and the boys, we get dressed up and do all the high roller, VIP stuff, you know? Straight to the front of the line, buy entire bottles instead of one drink,” he explained, and she, nodding seemed to understand.

“So you came…straight from the airport?” she asked and he nodded, and then, realizing she couldn’t see him the way their bodies were aligned, he whispered ‘yes’ into her ear and then nipped at her earlobe. She giggled and then fell silent. It wasn’t the kind of silence that was uncomfortable, though. It was the kind of silence that just said she was thinking and Sidney couldn’t help but think he preferred this to that inane chatter so many women did when they were around him, like his silence was deafening or something.

“I don’t think I’ve ever done anything this…decadent,” she sighed as he drew her warm, soft body back against his. He would have preferred the bigger bed in the room down the hall, but she’d insisted, again, on the cramped, lumpy bed in the tiny room with the big window. Not that he really did mind, considering it meant they had no choice but to be very, very close.

“What’s that?” he asked, twirling her hair around the finger of one hand while the other one, the one she was using as a pillow, went slowly to sleep.

“Spent the entire day doing…well I was going to say nothing, but….” He could hear the grin in her voice and felt his expression mirror the sentiment. He wasn’t sure when he’d had as good a work out as she’d provided him today, but it did feel like a day spent doing…next to nothing. “I hope I didn’t piss off too many of Gramp’s regulars,” she added, reaching up to disentangle his hand from her hair and, lacing her fingers with his, brought his hand down to lean her chin on. Thusly captured, Sidney allowed himself to lay his head down on the shared pillow and bury his face in her hair. She smelled like citrus and fruit and cake and it made his stomach grumble.
“I’m sure they’ll live. Me, on the other hand, I’m starving,” he added a bite to her shoulder to underline his point. “Do you have anything around here that isn’t fruit, yogurt or a frozen dinner?” he asked hopefully as visions of grilled steak and loaded baked potatoes filled his head.

“Oh you mean meat, don’t you?” she asked in that tone she seemed to get right before she did something to him that would make him squirm. He was almost afraid to agree. “See,” she neatly rolled over so that she was facing him and slid her leg over his and placed a kiss in the centre of his chest, “I’ve always found that the more meat a man eats, the quicker her runs out of…steam and goes to sleep on me and…I’m not sleepy,” she added, looking up at him through her eyelashes with that ‘you know what I mean’ look on her face.

Part of him wanted to ask if she ever got tired, but he thought better of it. After all, he could hardly declare himself tired of her as his body reacted to just that come hither look in her eyes. Having let go of him, his hands were free to fist themselves in her abundant, dark hair as he kissed her and kept on kissing her until she was moaning into his mouth and her body was making urgent little movements against his.

This time, as he took her, he did so slowly and methodically. He held her face cradled in his hands so he could watch the torrent of emotions pass through her eyes. He studied her like he did a playbook, memorizing the expressions, the twinges and the other subtle and not so subtle changes in body language that meant he was doing something that pleased her. He memorized the way her breathing hitched as the head of his cock stroked over her g-spot. He noticed the way she would draw in her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes would flutter closed just before her breathing became shallow, which was a sure precursor to the orgasm spilling over her like a tidal wave. He stored these little tidbits of information away, planning to use them again and again in days to come.

When her head tipped back, he kissed her throat, the underside of her chin and waited and watched until she gave him her mouth again. When she arched her back off of the bed, he withdrew entirely and turned his attention to her breasts, licking and suckling at them until she made those little noises in her throat and reached for his cock with her hands and only then did he take her hips in his hands and slid himself balls deep in her sweet, warm, wet little pussy and started it all again until she was shuddering and crying in his arms, made weak by the strength of her own orgasm before he allowed himself to, at last, take his own pleasure.