STAY THE NIGHT (The Phillips Family Book 1) (27 page)

             
Cray and Angel didn't wake until noon the next day and after making love, showering and dressing they called Mona to invite her to their place for an early supper.  She arrived and they showered her with praise for throwing the party of the century.   

Chapter 14

             
Mona and Angel spent Saturday afternoons searching for the perfect wedding gown and bridesmaids dresses.  On the third foray, Angel found the dress she fell in love with and together they found dresses in varying shades of coral for Mona and Angel's sisters.  Angel called her sisters and told them to send her their bust, waist and hip measurements.  She asked her sisters to also send her mother's measurements so she could buy a dress for her.

    After the successful engagement party, Cray and Angelica were inundated with invitations to attend cocktail parties and dinner parties from the guests at their party.  They sent their regrets to the conflicting invitations and accepted others.  Cray commented that it must be her love of dirty jokes because he never received that many invitations.

   
“
No, darling,
”
she said as they watched TV in their robes,
“
It's a couple-oriented world and since we're a couple we're being invited.  I'm sure in the past when the hostess needed an extra man she invited you.
”

   
“
Otherwise I wasn't wanted.  I see.
”
  He laughed and said,
“
There were times I got stuck with a boring single woman.  Thank God you came along.
”

   
“
Happy to oblige, sweetheart.  I'm glad to be useful for something.
”

    He leered at her and said,
“
Oh, you have your uses.  Allow me to show you your best use.
”
  He lunged for her.

    She laughed and backed away from him. 
“
I make it much too easy for you.  There's no mystery left.  We should limit our nights of sex to two or three a week at the most.  I need to play hard to get to keep you interested.
”

   
“
Did you notice me losing interest?
”

   
“
No, darling, but you could start at any time.
”
 

    He grabbed her and pulled her prone across his lap, his hand busy unfastening her robe at the waist.  She laughed and tried to stop him.  His hand slipped under her nightgown and stroked her mound.  She arched against his hand. 
“
Angel, you want me.
”
  Fingers slipped between her folds.

   
“
Yes.  Here.  Now.
”
  They shrugged out of their clothes and she straddled him, impaled herself on his erection as he cupped her breasts and lifted them to his warm mouth.

    They shattered in mere minutes and as she rested her head on his shoulder, she said,
“
We don't deny each other, Cray, we never will.
”

   
“
This is just the first time tonight.  I want to worship your body with mine.
”

   
“
Yes.  Let's go to bed.
”
  In the bedroom, she flung the comforter and top sheet to the floor at the bottom of the bed.  He cocked an eyebrow at her and she said,
“
It's your job to keep me warm.
”

   
“
It's my job to keep you hot.
”
They dove for each other and with their lips, tongues and hands used the entire massive king-size bed to arouse the other for more than forty minutes.  Both reaching a point beyond retreat, he placed her on her elbows and knees and entered her from the back, sending her spiraling out of control.  He used utmost restraint, placed her sated on the mattress gently on her back, grabbed two plump pillows, lifted her buttocks and arranged the pillows under her. 

    His hands started at her feet, traveled up her legs, over her mound and belly, caressed her breasts and let his body follow his hands as he took her arms, raised them above her head, bent his lips to hers and kissed her as his erection slid in her.  She kept her arms above her head, her hands clasped as he devoured her mouth, pumping in and out of her, increasing the pace until she tore her mouth from his, cried his name and unraveled.  He gave into his need and filled her with his seed, continuing to pump, his erection not subsiding. 

    His arm grasped her buttocks, pulling her to the side, raising her top leg over his hip, so he kept access to her core.  His motion slowed to gentle strokes, her hand traced his nipple, her thumb stroking over it.  He moaned, pulling her closer while her hand tangled through his hair, urging his mouth closer to hers.  Their kiss escalated, he hardened in her and swung himself between her legs. 

    She moaned against his mouth and her hands sought his buttocks, tugging and running her fingernails over the smooth skin.  He moaned and pounded harder, his chest sliding against her sensitive breasts.  They didn't seek orgasm; they sought the deepest expression of love with their bodies joined.  At last he rose to his elbows, gazed in her eyes and said,
“
I love you.  I'm in love with you.  I'll always love you.  I'll always be in love with you.  Please love me as much as I love you.
”

   
“
I do.  I will.  Forever.
”
  She rose from the bed, pulled the covers up and climbed in beside him.  He slept.  She kissed his cheek, slipped out of bed, pulled her robe around her and went to the den to correct papers that needed to be handed back the following day.

    Past midnight, Cray wandered to the den in his robe and said,
“
I reached for you and you weren't there.  You'll be tired tomorrow.  Why didn't you tell me you needed to correct papers?
”

   
“
To deny you my time is to deny me, honey.  I can't do that.  I won't do that.
”

   
“
How long will you be?  I'm sorry I fell asleep so fast.
”

    She patted the seat beside her. 
“
Hold me while I correct these last two essays.
”

    She cuddled in his arms, her back against his chest with her knees propped up and the essay resting on her knees.  He looked over her shoulder and said,
“
So many red marks.  Is it that bad?
”

    She grinned and said,
“
The content is okay.  It's the grammar, spelling and punctuation that's so bad.  These are freshmen papers, but there's no excuse for these mistakes because they're using word processing software that catches spelling mistakes and if they'd take the time they could use other software, while not perfect, catches a lot of the mistakes.  I often wonder how these kids got through high school, let alone be accepted to college.  I listen to them speak in class and their grammar is fine.  Then they turn in papers like this and I wonder if it's laziness, lack of understanding or they just don't give a damn.
”

   
“
If the content is what you expect, how will you grade this paper?  You don't teach English.
”

   
“
I tell my students at the beginning of each semester that they'll be graded on content and their ability to express themselves in writing.  Content counts for eighty percent of the grade and their writing twenty percent.
”

   
“
In other words, if the content is dead on, but the writing is bad, you give them an eighty.
”

   
“
Right.  Seldom is the content perfect so eighty percent is rare.  I'm tough, they realize it and by the end of the semester, they improve, squeak by or fail.  It's up to them.  They don't have Mom and Dad nagging them to apply themselves.
”

   
“
Is there one group over another that excels?
”

   
“
I can't prove it because I don't access their background, but my experience tells me that as I get to know the students better, it's the kids there with scholarship help or financing their way through college with loans who take it more seriously than those whose parents are footing the entire bill.  That certainly can't pertain to every student and it's just a hunch of mine.  I'll tell you one thing for sure.  Students who are a bit older than the average freshman or who have served in the military always apply themselves.
”

   
“
That makes sense.  They've experienced life and gotten knocked around a bit.
”

   
“
How did you do in college?
”

   
“
I did fine.  I had no choice.  My parents sent us to a private school.  Small classes, constant monitoring, tutors if necessary.
”

   
“
Did you go wild when you went away to college?
”
she asked.

   
“
Yes, but by that time I'd learned how to study, take notes, get the meat out of the subject in high school.  I put in the necessary work with loads of time for extracurricular activities.  I rebelled to the extent that I refused to become a lawyer.
”

   
“
Did it cause problems?
”

   
“
Hell, yes.  A lot of ranting and raving took place at home.  It got so bad I didn't go home for a full year.  I worked over breaks and the summer to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly.  Dad threatened to stop paying my tuition, but he never did.
”

   
“
Was it that bad for Mona?
”

   
“
No, I paved the way and by that time my three brothers were on the way to becoming attorneys, so I guess they figured it didn't pay to fight Mona.  Three out of five isn't bad.
”

     Angelica yawned and said,
“
Let's go to bed.  I'll finish this in the back of the cab tomorrow on the way to school.
”

     Angel looked forward to spring break as much as the students did.  Cray came bounding in the door and she met him in the foyer.  He lifted her off her feet, swung her in a circle and said,
“
Pack a suitcase full of bikinis.  We're flying to Aruba tomorrow as soon as you get home.
”

   
“
What?  Are you crazy?  Our wedding is in eight weeks and we're taking a three-month honeymoon.
”

    He walked her backwards toward their bedroom, kept kissing her as he moved her and said,
“
Sunshine, warm days, hot nights, sandy beaches, waves lapping on the shore, rum drinks with tiny umbrellas in them, long walks in the moonlight, you in my arms, me making love to you.  Tell me that doesn't sound appealing.
”

   
“
It sounds wonderful.
”

   
“
You're sick of these gloomy days, so am I.  I want to feel your sun-kissed lips against mine, your sleek, tan legs wrapped around me, your milky white breasts rubbing against my bare chest, see your half-closed dreamy eyes as you're coming lock on mine, the hint of a smile when you achieve your goal.  Let's pack, darling.
”

    He had her on the bed by that time and she said,
“
Let's make love first.
”

   
“
I thought you'd never ask.
”
  He smiled and began to undress her as she did the same to him.

    Five days later in the luxurious hotel suite bathroom as they showered together in preparation to dress for dinner, Cray's hand traced the outline of her bikini on her naked body. 
“
You're starting to tan a little.  I can see the bikini lines.
”

    Her hand rubbed over the only white area of his body. 
“
I can't help I have to take the sun in small doses because I'm so fair.  Look at you.  The lines of demarcation are astonishing after five days.  I envy your brown body.
”

   
“
And I adore your silky, almost translucent skin, every square inch of it.
”

   
“
Do you realize how spoiled we've become in a few days time?  Make love, laze on the beach, eat a quick lunch, make love, more beach time and shopping, make love, shower together, dress, dine, take a moonlight stroll and make love again before sleep.  We're so decadent, but in two days we're back to harsh reality and cold weather.
”