Feeling her shudder and contract under and around him, he dipped his head down and kissed her. Tongues exploring, caressing, the familiar plains and contours of the others mouths. He swallowed her moan as her orgasm hit her, his body still rocking and moving with hers. He buried his face in her neck, her familiar welcoming scent, helping him reach his climax.
Rolling over, shifting her so she was lying on top of him, he wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his face in her thick, soft hair, "I love you, Montana," he sighed contently.
She snuggled into his bare chest, placing delicate kisses on the skin she could reach, "I love you too, Cowboy."
His phone buzzed on the table beside the bed, almost growling he reached for it, "Messer."
"Daddy!!" his 4 year old son, Dante Messer, squealed into the phone.
"Hey buddy," he smiled at his son's voice, his arm tightening around his Montana. She kissed his cheek in reassurance.
"Mama said I had to wait to call you," he said, "When are you coming home? My practice is at 6."
"I'll be home in time for practice," Danny promised him, "Let me speak to your mama."
"Okay! I love you daddy!"
"Daddy loves you too, son."
"Danny," Rikki Messer said into the phone.
"Yeah," he sighed rolling his eyes, even her voice made his skin crawl.
He held the receiver away from his mouth finding Lindsay's lips and kissing her soundly, 'I love you' he mouthed to her. Lindsay's lips curled up into a smirk and she began gently sucking on his neck, nipping and licking at his flesh.
"Sorry, but he wanted to talk to you," she said, "and if I remember right, you don't take THAT long to get things done," she added a bit bitterly and sarcastically.
He had to bite back his moan of appreciation for what his Montana was doing to him, "Just takes the right motivation," he replied, before snapping his phone shut on her. In a quick movement he rolled again so she was underneath him, his arousal pressing into her.
"You're naughty," he growled playfully, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.
"You love it," she said, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth.
Their bodies moved in time with the others, soft moans and grunts of satisfaction filling her small bedroom. He pinned her arms above her head, his teeth nipping at her collarbone. He grunted in satisfaction, burying his face in her neck again.
A loud rapping on her door brought them out of their second afterglow. Groaning she found her bathrobe draped across the chair, putting it on, while walking to the front door.
Peeking through the peep hole, she groaned, 'shit'. She had one of two choices, either get rid of him face to face and risk Danny coming out and kicking his ass, or have him call and call and call and then he would probably still show up.
Pulling the door open as far as the chain would let it, "Sean? What are you doing here?"
"Hey hon! I didn't catch you at a bad time did I?" he stood back and waited patiently for her to let him in.
Sighing deeply, "What are you doing here?" she repeated.
"I thought we could go out, you know to the movies or something," Sean said.
Hearing the floorboards creak from down the hall, she held her hand up for Danny to stop.
"I just got home from a 14 hour shift," she said, hoping he would catch on.
Danny's blood boiled, it was bad enough he had to watch this man flirt with his girl at work, watch her accept his invitations to lunch, watch him try to make her smile and laugh, Danny all the while giving her knowingly naughty looks, but now he was trying to interfere with their private time.
He knew he had absolutely no right, to be so upset, so jealous, so possessive over Lindsay. He was married, unhappily, but he was married. But his heart really didn't care. It never had. Not even the day he married Rikki in front of the justice of the peace, four and a half years ago. His heart belonged to Lindsay. But his indiscretion had made him lose her. He had gotten Rikki pregnant, and his upbringing had taught him, 'get girl in trouble, you marry her to make it right'. He tore Lindsay's heart out, made her leave the city for a year. Then when she came back to town they reconnected. Sexually and emotionally. She didn't believe him, when he told her he hadn't been intimate with Rikki since they had married, his heart wouldn't let him. After he and Lindsay began seeing each other, he soon realized his 'wife's' complaining of their total lack of a sex life soon stopped. He knew she was seeing someone else herself. The minute he confronted her about it, she denied it, but he told her he really didn't care what she did. They agreed to stay married for Dante. But lately he had started thinking about other options, he hadn't told anybody about these other options he had been thinking about, but he was getting tired of denying his feelings for his Montana, and he knew it really wasn't fair to her. He wanted to give his Montana the world, love her like she deserved to be loved, in public, not as some dirty little secret. And he also realized that he could be a good father to his son and not be married to his mother.
"Alright," Sean finally agreed, "But will you go to dinner with me tonight?"
Danny shifted his weight in an anticipation of moving if he had to, because apparently this guy couldn't take a hint.
"Maybe," she said, hearing the floor creak behind her again, "I'm going to bed now."
She shut the door; she slowly turned around and looked at Danny. She couldn't quite read his expression; he looked like he was upset and angry, but also determined.
"I'm getting a divorce," he blurted out. He watched helplessly as she began to quietly sob. Why was she crying?
Her face contorted into a frown, and then she leaned against the door and slid down burying her face in her hands.
He quickly fell to his knees next to her; he raised his hand as if to touch her, but dared not, "Montana, wha… why…" he had made her cry to many times before, and he still knew nothing about making her feel better, or how to make her stop.
"I jus… I never thoug…," she sobbed, stumbling over her own words. But then she stopped, as if a realization dawned on her, "What about Dante?"
"I can still be his father, and not be married to his mother," he said.
She smiled at him, and leaned in, kissing him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, but then she stopped again, pulling back to look at him. "You really do love me."
His heart almost stopped, he took her face in his hands, "I've never loved anyone else," his mouth quirking up into a grin, when she smiled at him. "You deserve more than I have been giving you. You deserve more than this," he gestured with his arms, "sneaking around, hiding, having secret rendezvous. I've never been good enough for you, but I'm yours, my heart is yours."