Convenience and Compatibility (17 page)

I get on top of Dean and straddle his hips.
“Dean, I love you too. I don’t want to be with Greg. Honestly, part
of me loves him too… but I choose you. You are the whole fucking
package for me.”

Without waiting for Dean to answer I lean
over and kiss him. At the same time I reach down for his cock and
stroke it for a moment until it hardens. I pull away from our kiss
and lean up to put him inside me. Holding onto his shoulders for
counter balance, I grind up and down his body. He looks surprised
and aroused at my hungry domination. I place his hands on my hips
and show him what I want him to do. He takes over now, pushing my
hips down in time with my grinding, coming deeper into me.

I know this is the way we communicate best.
Is it so bad to have a relationship based on sex?

“Oh Mallory.” Dean breathes, his eyes closed.
“Oh Mallory, I’m going to come.”

“Okay.”

I grind him faster as he comes into me,
knowing that he needs this, and I’m more than willing to give it to
him. He pulls me close so my head is on his chest, his arm around
me. He shutters into me and pushes his hips into me one last time
before relaxing. “I’m sorry that you didn’t come.” He says as his
breathing slows down.

“That’s okay, you can owe me.” I smile into
his chest.

Dean starts playing with my hair, fanning it
on my back. “I know we have been only going out for a short amount
of time, but I really love you Mallory. I feel like this is right.
Really right.”

“I feel the same way Dean.”

“I’m going to try really hard not to worry
about the rest. I wish the people around me would let me forget the
past three years.”

“I’m sorry Dean. I can’t imagine what you are
going through.”

“So if I asked you to run away with me, you
really wouldn’t?”

“I might.” I’m scared to ask but I know that
I have to. “So now tell me. Who were you expecting at the door last
night?”

Dean takes a deep breath before answering. “I
was expecting Amanda.”

I lean up and look at him. “Why?”

“She called me last week and we talked on the
phone.”

And?

“She wants to see me, I’m guessing to get
back together. I told her I was seeing someone, but she can be
persistent.”

I interject, “And you thought she would show
up, to surprise you?”

“Yea, that’s what she did in the past when I
wouldn’t return her calls.”

Great, now I’m going to be worried that crazy
Amanda will be lurking in the bushes, watching us, getting ready to
take me out. I involuntarily shudder and Dean pulls me closer. “Are
you okay?”

“I am. It just gives me the creeps.”

Dean chuckles. “Now you know how I feel about
you and Greg.”

“Really?”

“It really pissed me off that you got in the
car with him last week.”

This is news as Dean didn’t say a thing. I’m
starting to recognize that Dean keeps his feelings hidden, that he
is probably more insecure than I know.

“It won’t happen again Dean. I am so
sorry.”

“It’s okay. Let’s go have breakfast.”

Chapter 14

I sit on the sofa, looking at the iPad, while
Dean makes me pancakes for breakfast. I smile to myself – I am
happy, really happy. Dean and I are wearing matching sweats and I
wonder if it would be like this if we were married. The thought
scares me, but frankly, I can’t see myself without him. Even though
things have been a little rocky, Dean feels safe. Now I feel like
we are okay again, the fight not forgotten, but we understand each
other better. In fact I feel closer to him than I did
yesterday.

“Let’s go out this weekend.” I yell across
the room.

“Yea, where do you want to go?”

“Let’s drink too much in a seedy bar and do
some karaoke.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Really?” I’m a little surprised that he has
agreed so readily. Being raised with the Collins’s I’m surprised
that Dean is willing to go somewhere dirty and do something
class-less.

“Yea, why not?”

“Okaaay.”

I research graduate schools again, this time
sticking in the greater Seattle region. I can’t imagine leaving
Dean for an education that I can just as easily find here. I find a
Master’s degree in nursing with an emphasis in research at the UW
appealing. That would be close to Dean’s place, I could bike on the
Burke-Gillman trail and be there in ten minutes.

“Alright, breakfast is re…..” Dean doesn’t
finish because there is a knock at the front door. Dean and I lock
eyes, then we both look to the door. Shit. I hope it isn’t Amanda.
Why does this keep happening?

“Just stay here.” Dean says as he walks past
me, a frown on his face.

He answers the door and I hear a female
voice. There is a bit more talking that I can’t make out, then I
hear Dean invite this woman in. I sit up abruptly from my reclining
position on the couch and look to the foyer. I’m surprised when I
see his mother round the corner, with Dean following. He shrugs his
shoulders as my gaze goes from him to her.

“Hello.” I try to sound nice, like it is a
pleasure to see her.

“Good morning Mallory, sorry to
interrupt.”

She sounds sincere, but I’m at a loss as to
what I should say next.

Dean interjects, “Would you like to sit down
Mom? I just finished making pancakes, would you like some?”

“Alright. That would be nice Dean.”

And so we end up at the dining table, all
having pancakes together. The moment is beyond surreal. The
conversation starts out as small talk; how the pancakes taste, work
schedules, the weather. I’m not really sure why she has decided to
show up unannounced, but I am pretty sure she is waiting for me to
leave before she opens up.

“Do you want some coffee Mom, or some
tea?”

“Oh you have tea in your house now?”

“Mallory prefers tea to coffee.”

“Oh.” Jeanette looks at me, and I do not
detect any animosity there. Did she take a valium before she came
over?

“Tea would be great.”

Dean leaves the table to fetch her tea and
Jeanette looks at me. I’m waiting for her to say something, but she
stays quiet and the moment is gone when Dean returns. I eat half of
my pancake and know that I can’t eat another bite. I am too
nervous. I put my fork down and excuse myself from the table.

“Thank you for the pancake; I’m going to go
get dressed.”

They are both looking at me, I think it’s
surprise on their faces, as I swiftly leave the table. I get
upstairs and dress quickly, wondering if I should leave while they
are talking.

I sit on Dean’s bed and grab the Forbes
magazine from his nightstand. I try to get interested in an
article, any article as I don’t want to hear the conversation going
on downstairs. As much as I try I find my subconscious more
interested in their discussion. I mostly hear mumbles, but
occasionally I hear words like: “your, father, here, unhappy.”
Eventually I give up and only hold the magazine in front of my face
as a cover in case someone walks upstairs.

It isn’t long before the front door closes
and I hear Dean bound up the stairs. I put the magazine down and
look at the door. Dean sits on the bed next to me and I turn to him
expectantly.

“My mom felt bad about the other night.” I
raise my eyebrows in surprise and he continues. “She came to
apologize for her behavior.”

“Oh.” I’m surprised but part of me is sure
that the She-Witch has ulterior motives. “That was nice. What do
you think?”

“I think she’s scared that she will lose me –
just like John said.”

I nod. “What, if anything, are you going to
do about it?”

“I don’t know. I took her apology, so I guess
I’ll forgive her and move on.” Dean runs his hands through his hair
and I smile a little, anxious to hear what he is nervous to ask me.
“What do you think?”

“I’ll follow your lead. Let’s forget the
other night and start over.” I realize when the words come out that
I mean them. I don’t mention that I will probably be guarded with
them for a while. I don’t trust that woman.

“Really?”

“Of course. Why are you surprised?”

“They were so horrible to you. I didn’t
expect you agree to see them again.”

“I’ll do it for you and see where it
goes.”

“You’re amazing Mallory. I can’t believe how
much I love you. What do you think about marrying me?”

The smile on my face fades. I’d never imagine
that I would get a marriage proposal like this – so informal, and
so soon! If I have to be honest, I’m a little disappointed. I think
about it for a moment. This is a little premature, but I can’t
imagine ever being without Dean. The smile on Dean’s face is slowly
fading and I know it’s because I haven’t answered the way he was
expecting. People will think we are crazy, but I know how I should
answer. “Yes.”

“Yes? Really?” Dean’s smile has returned and
his face is elated.

I nod in reply and shrug. “I don’t see how I
could say no. I’m so in love with you.”

Dean pulls me closer and kisses me hard on
the lips. “I am so happy,” he breathes into my hair.

I hold him tight, a little in shock, thinking
how this man will be mine for the rest of my life. It makes me
happy, really happy.

Dean pulls away. “I’ll be right back.”

Dean runs out of the room and I hear him jump
down the stairs and in to the kitchen. He returns a moment later
with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

He opens the bottle and pours some in each
glass. He hands me my glass and holds my arm before I can drink.
“To the future Mrs. Collins.” We clink glasses and I take a sip.
Dean finishes and gestures for me to finish as well. I drain my
glass and he takes it from me, placing it on the nightstand. He
starts taking his clothes off, his eyes never leaving mine, and I
follow his lead. We climb under the cool sheets and hold onto each
other; smiling and giddy.

“I want you on top of me,” he asks.

I roll over on him and kiss him slowly at
first, then more passionately. I pull away and smile as I grab his
cock and position it below me. I put my feet under me and slowly
lower myself down on top of him. Dean pulls on my hips, wanting me
to go faster and I relent. I hold myself up and hover over him as
his pushes his pelvis into me and fucks me from below.

Suddenly he rolls me over and he pumps into
me a few times before turning me over. He’s all seriousness as he
gets on his knees and pulls my ass up to meet his dick. My other
limbs are of no consequence to him as I scramble to get my knees
bent and below me, my hands to support my upper body. I look over
my shoulder to Dean thrusting into me as his grabs for my tits. I’m
not sure if I should feel turned on or degraded as he uses my body.
Maybe a little bit of both?

I reach down and massage my clit, closing my
eyes and trying to get myself there before it’s all over. Dean
picks up his intensity and I know he must be close. I tense my
muscles and hold my breath, concentrating just enough that my
orgasm comes easily. I’m lost in my pleasure as Dean comes into me,
pumping one last time, then falling on the bed next to me.

I collapse next to him and he pulls me into
his arms. I feel the sticky wetness between my legs and don’t care
– the sex and subsequent cuddle are well worth it.

“I’m so happy.” Dean says as he massages my
tit absentmindedly.

“I am too.”

“Move in with me now?”

I smile; he can be tenacious. “Maybe.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“I need to go to work tomorrow, Dean.”

“Quit.”

“And do what?”

“Be my wife. Take care of me. Travel.”

“I’ll have to think about that.”

“Please do.”

Dean pulls me closer and I can feel him
getting hard again.

“You’re unquenchable Dean.”

“Just for you.”

Dean pecks me on the cheek and I can’t help
but smiling. I’m not sure about quitting my job, maybe after having
kids. Arghh, I realize that we still have a lot to talk about.

“Dean?”

“Hmmm?”

“I really should go home, I need to work
tomorrow morning.”

I can tell he’s frowning without turning my
head.

“Okay, just come back to sleep here tonight.
If that’s okay.”

I laugh. “As if I had a choice.”

Dean nuzzles into my neck. “So true.”

I pull his arm off of me and roll out of bed.
I look back to Dean’s surprised face. “You’re leaving now?”

“I’ll be back soon, get it over with.”

He sits up and runs his hand through his
hair. “Are you going to tell Tara?”

“I don’t think so. Not yet at least.”

I peck him on the lips, knowing that if I
linger I will never get out of here. “Can I take your car?”

“Of course. You know where the keys are?”

“Yea. See you soon.”

I clean myself up and get dressed quickly.
Running happily down the stairs, I grab my purse and the car keys,
and head to the garage. I’m giddy and anxious to drive The Car. I’d
love to get on the highway with it, see how it feels. I slide into
the driver’s seat and adjust the mirrors. Wow. The car is kind of
intimidating, but at least I know how to drive a stick. I back up
slowly and drive extra cautious to my apartment, too afraid to take
it on the highway.

Tara and Adam are in the kitchen when I get
home. I take a deep breath, ready for the inquisition.

“Hi guys.”

“Hi Mallory, sure haven’t seen you in a
while.” Tara is tossing a salad, eyeing me speculatively.

“I’ve been with Dean.”

“How is that going?” Adam asks.

“Pretty great actually.” So there!

Predictively Adam frowns and Tara pouts.

I decide to change the subject. “How are
wedding planning going?”

At the mention of the wedding Tara’s face
lights up and Adam looks happy. They really are sweet together.
There is no progress on planning so far as Adam has been busy with
work. They ask me to join them for lunch and I agree, let Dean miss
me a little.