Moore Than Forever (16 page)

“Open your mouth,” he was going to have some fun with her.

“Why?”

“Open. Your. Mouth,” his sapphire eyes bore into her.

“Shall I close my eyes, too?” she challenged.

“God, you are a mouthy little thing. But yes, close your eyes, too.”

Giving him a devilish grin, she slowly took a sip of champagne and then closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

Weaving his fingers through her wet hair, he pulled her head to him, softly brushing her lips with his.

Her moan was almost immediate and his kiss became more urgent, his tongue sensuously stroking hers. Pulling away, he took a sip of the cold champagne and pulled her head back as he let it slowly dribble from his mouth to hers, until she was sucking it out of his mouth.

With his free hand, Schooner hastily unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it to the floor. Reaching into the front pocket of his faded jeans, he pulled something out of his pocket and slipped it in his mouth. Using both hands, he pulled Mia’s face in for another kiss and with his tongue deposited what was in his mouth into hers.

Opening her eyes, surprised, she looked at him questioningly. He stood there looking very satisfied.

“Bite down,” he ordered.

Complying, the look on her face turned from surprise to pure pleasure as the dark chocolate crushed in her mouth, gushing blood orange infused cream and Grand Marnier.

“Mmmm-mmmm. Oh my God.”

Taking her champagne glass from her, he set it on the marble ledge outside the shower and picked up the bottle of Cristal. Lifting it to his lips, he decadently drank the expensive wine straight from the bottle.

Handing her the bottle just inside the shower door, where she still stood, “You are a man of surprises,” she noted, lifting the bottle to her lips, devil grin glowing.

Pulling down the zipper on his faded jeans, freeing his pent up erection, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Stepping out of his jeans, he took the bottle from her as he joined her in the shower.

“I take it we’re celebrating?” Mia pushed her wet bangs from her eyes.

“Baby Girl, you haven’t even begun to take it yet,” his smile was mesmerizing as he turned her around and pulled her back snugly against his stomach. Reaching for the shower gel, he squeezed a healthy amount into his palm before replacing the tube and then rubbing his hands together, lathering and warming the cool gel. Slowly, he rubbed his hands down the sides of her neck down to her shoulders.

“Why are you assuming I’m a dirty girl?” her voice already breathy from his stroking hands.

“Even though you’ve been in this shower long enough to turn you into a prune, I know my little wild girl likes it hot, rough and dirty.” His hands continued to slide down her arms to her hands, fingers interlocking with hers, he brought her hands up to her breasts and hand over hand had her start pinching her own nipple as he controlled her fingers like a puppet. “Feels good, doesn’t it,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear.

“Yes, it feels really good,” her sentence ending in a moan.

“I love watching you do yourself,” he pinched her fingers tighter to hear her whimper. “I love making you do yourself for me.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed. And it’s a good thing because I like doing myself for you.”

“Don’t stop playing with your nipples,” he removed his hands from hers and reached for a washcloth and the gel. As he squirted the gel onto the washcloth, he kissed the length of her neck, “Do you know how much I love you, Mia?”

Nodding, “I think so, but you might want to remind me.”

Pulling her hips tight against him so that she could feel how hard she had made him, “Does that refresh your memory, Baby Girl?”

“I think I get your point,” she ground her ass into his hard cock.

“I plan on making my point over and over again,” with his face buried in her neck, his right hand slid the washcloth between her legs, “but first I want to hear you come for me.” Slowly he pulled the washcloth from front to back, making her moan from the rough sensation. Sinking his teeth into her neck, he felt her weight shift to him as she began to whimper. Tossing the washcloth to the floor, he pressed her clit with his index finger and inserted the next two fingers into her. With his left arm across her chest he held her to him.

“You know what I want to do to you, don’t you?” his lips grazed her ear as his fingers skillfully moved in and out in a “come here” motion that made her quiver.

“Yes,” her voice was trembling, “it’s been too long.”

Laughing, “You’re right. It has been too long.” Grabbing another tube off the shelf, “Is this the same stuff we have out at the beach?”

“Yes, the mango butter lotion,” she nodded, “give it to me.”

“You want it?” his expression was most amused.

“Give it to me, Pretty Boy,” she held out her hand over her shoulder.

“All yours, Baby Girl,” he handed it to her.

Turning around to face him, she flipped open the top of the tube and brought it up to her nose, inhaling deeply, the aroma inducing a smile at the memory it evoked. Holding it up to Schooner’s nose, he too took a deep whiff of the scent.

“Reminds me of summer,” Mia’s eyes were smiling.

“I can’t wait to get out there.”

“Me too,” she squirted a healthy amount onto her palm and put it back on the shelf, “I can’t wait to see how Nathaniel reacts to the sand and ocean,” looking up at him with a devil smile, “but for right now, I just want to see how you react to this.” Taking his cock in both hands, she slathered him in the rich lotion.

“I think you got the reaction you were going for.”

“You know how I hate to fail,” she slowly slid her tightened hands up the length of him, one after the other, feeling him grow harder and harder.

“Failure is not an option here, Baby Girl,” his voice was choked as he reached for the mango butter tube, “turn around.”

Complying, she placed her hands on the wall for leverage. Hearing the top flip open on the lotion’s tube made her shiver. Not warming the lotion in his hands, he pulled her butt cheeks apart and swiped the lotion up her crack.

“Ahhh,” she jumped at the contact with the cold cream, “you bastard.”

Schooner laughed and reached around her pinching her nipples, “Make that cruel bastard.”

“Mmm, you’d never be cruel to me, would you?”

Pinching harder, “We’ll have to see about that. Now give me that ass. Grabbing the mango butter tube, he quickly covered two fingers, inserting a long index finger slowly and easing it out before pressing two fingers back, “God, you’re tight. I can’t wait to be in there,” and he slowly pulled them out.

Pressing the head of his rock hard cock at the opening of her ass, his teeth grazed her neck, as he pushed in, he pulled her head to the side and bit down.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.

“Are you ready to take it?”

“As much as you can give me,” she challenged, bracing herself against the marble wall.

“That’s my girl,” and he pulled out, till just the tip of his cock rested against her and without warning, rammed all the way back in until he was completely buried inside of her.

Her moan resonated in his ears, propelling him into a rhythm where he got lost in the tight, gripping sensation of her ass, “Oh God, I love you,” he growled in a deep whisper. “Your ass is so damn tight around my cock.” He wasn’t sure if the sounds he was hearing were his or hers, a primal symphony of lust, want and satisfaction taking him to a space far away as he pounded as hard as he could into her. “I own your ass, you know that don’t you, I own it.”

“Yes,” was all she could manage, lost to the overwhelming sensations, “so good,” her voice an actual whimper, “so good.”

Grinding into her, he stilled, totally embedded within her, his arms wrapped around her tightly. “I have something to tell you,” and with his right arm he reached out and grabbed the bottle of Cristal off the shelf. Holding it to her lips, he tipped it back, cold champagne going into her mouth and dribbling down her chin before dripping onto her shower-warmed breasts. “God, you’re so hot.” Lifting the bottle to his own lips, he took a healthy swig and placed it back on the shelf. Wrapping both arms around her again, he began to drive into her relentlessly, at a fast pace, the friction making his balls tighten as the pressure climbed and expanded inside his cock.

She reached a fevered pitch, her moans testifying that she had gone someplace else, somewhere deep inside herself, lost to the sensations of the heightened nerve endings he was voraciously stroking deep inside of her.

Ramming as hard as he could, all control gone, he shot deep into her. It was at that moment, he chose to share more than just his seed, “I’m all yours, Baby Girl. I’m divorced.”

Chapter Thirty

Repeatedly kissing Nathaniel’s cheek, “I am going to miss you so much, my sweet boy.”

“He’ll be fine,” Lois reassured her. “Seth and I have it covered.”

“Will you be a good boy for Nana and Uncle Seth?” Mia could feel the aching tug in her heart, a combination of both longing and the guilt of leaving Nathaniel for the first time. “I love you so much, sweet boy.”

“So why are you going again?” Seth’s idea of adventure was taking a subway to Brooklyn to shop for ethnic foods. “I can’t believe he’s turning you into a do-gooder.”

Laughing, “You just want to go with him. Admit it.”

“BBC, there isn’t anything I don’t want to do with that man,” Seth licked his lips.

“He is rather nice looking,” Lois added.

“Rather nice looking?” Seth raised his eyebrows.

“Ok, ok, he’s hot and if I were thirty years younger.”

“Ewww, Mom, stop that. He’s going to be your son-in-law. He’s the father of your grandchild.” The look on Mia’s face was of pure disgust.

“Oh wipe that look off your face. I’m not dead and the man is hot. And just remember, I saw him first.”

“Nathaniel, I cannot believe we are having this conversation,” Mia said seriously to her smiling son.

As if on cue, the elevator to the loft opened and in walked Schooner, faded jeans, pink Ralph Lauren button down rolled at the cuffs, exposing muscular forearms and a pair of beat up Gold Cup Topsiders. In his right hand he carried a long cardboard tube.

“All my favorite people in one place,” he hit them with the smile.

“He’s talking about me,” Seth whispered to Lois.

Bending down to kiss Mia, he took Nathaniel from her arms. “Want to see something cool?” he asked the infant.

Nathaniel responded with an open goopy kiss to Schooner’s nose.

“Are you trying to eat my face?” Schooner responded with a raspberry to his son’s neck, eliciting a giggle from the baby.

“Do not even say it,” Lois warned Seth.

“You were thinking it, too, BBC Mom.”

Sitting down on the couch, he handed Mia the tube. She popped off the plastic end and reached for the documents inside. Sitting down next to Schooner and Nathaniel, she unrolled a set of blueprints on the table and smoothed down the paper.

Looking at Schooner with a huge smile, “Coach Schooner, you are truly going to be a legend there.”

Motioning for Seth and Lois to come over to their side of the table, he walked everyone through the plans.

“My architect has got contractors from Germany that are very familiar with working in Lusaka and they are going to oversee the construction. You enter here into a reception area with intake offices and that leads into the main physical therapy area. We’ll have most of the exercise equipment here and this will be the main hub. Over here to the left will be hydrotherapy and these rooms here are private treatment rooms. We’re actually going to add this small wing as a workshop lab area for making and fitting prosthetics. Across from that is the children’s therapy area. Oh, and over here, will be a waiting area outfitted with toys and games for children and siblings who have to wait. I remember that was a huge issue when I was in Macha and it was why I started the soccer camp.”

Mia poured over the blueprints looking at the flow and traffic patterns. “Where are bathrooms and kitchen? Staff break area? Will there be separate employee bathrooms?”

“Good catch, that was not put in. Public bathrooms are here,” he pointed to a spot, “but you’re right, we really need a bathroom and a shower over here with some employee lockers.” Slinging an arm over her shoulder and pulling her to him, he kissed the top of her head. Picking up his phone, he quickly texted his architect. “Now is the time to catch this stuff.”

“Why don’t you two look,” Mia said to Lois and Seth, “you both have good eyes for this.”

Taking over the couch, Lois and Seth poured over the blueprints and began to discuss it in fine detail.

“Are you going to be ok leaving him?” Schooner asked Mia as Nathaniel babbled at the two of them.

“No. I can’t even imagine what a day is going to be like without him. Are the copies of our wills back yet? I want to make sure everything is in place before we go.”

“We should actually have them by the end of the day today, so don’t worry about that.”

Indicating that he should follow her down the hall away from Seth and Lois, Schooner followed Mia into Nathaniel’s jungle room.