A/N: This chapter is fully in SPOV. I may have EPOV in the next chapter but I am not sure. It will really depend on how everything flows to when and how I get to Eric's point of view.
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SPOV
The visit with Jason's attorney for the reading of the will was very short. It didn't take near as long as I though it would. I was out and on my way home within the hour, going through everything I had just learned in my head.
Mr. Cataliades stated that Jason's will was very general. He left the majority of his money and his properties to be donated to various charities. Mr. Cataliades named them off, but I could not remember half of them.
Jason's compassion and selflessness, even in death brought the burning tears to my eyes. I wished more than anything I had more time with him. I had missed him so much over the years.
Jason was very generous with me, and it was a very, unexpected surprise. Not that I wasn't thrilled about what Jason had left me, because I was, I was just shocked. He left me his beach house in Malibu. Hoyt said it was because Jason knew how much I loved the sun. The part that got to me was the half a million dollars he left in a bank account he had set up in my name.
Now, I was very moved by Jason's generosity, but it just seemed wrong. I don't know if I could, in a clear conscious, go stay in his beach house. It was just weird. I know he was my brother and all, but I hadn't spent very much time with him since he left years ago. And it really just made me feel guilty. I would really need to think about what I wanted to do with it.
I guess that everything was just unexpected, after not having seen him for years. I really didn't expect him to think of me when it came to his arrangements regarding his possible death. I was truly touched. In all honesty, I didn't think that Jason thought too much about me.
And the money, I was just in plain shock over. What in the world was I going to do with a half a million dollars? What was Jason thinking when he left me that much money? I guess I just couldn't get my head around it yet. I loved my brother for thinking of me, and wanting me to be taken care of. I should just learn to appreciate it for that simple fact, I suppose.
One thing for sure, I was starving. I was headed to the shop today since I had been closed for a few days. So I stopped at one of my favorite local diners, just about a block from the shop, and grabbed a burger and fries. It was so good. I think I burned my tongue, I ate it so fast. I had the sudden thought that I may not have had anything to eat since I found out about Jason's death, other than the breakfast this morning. I knew I needed to take better care of myself.
When I got to the shop I went to 'Adele's secrets' room just to sit. I ended up crying for a little while, there in the peaceful silence, and it felt oddly cleansing. Why does it hurt so bad to loose someone? I know I will never have to worry about them hurting or being sick or doing something just plain stupid, as Jason often did. Since the flood gates had opened last night I hadn't been able to close them up again.
After washing my face, I watered the plants that needed it and was pleasantly surprised when I hadn't lost any of my more precious plants. I posted a sign on the door that said I would reopen on Monday, which would give me two more days off.
I found my mind wandering back to thoughts of Eric and the whole Hadley situation. I wasn't mad about it, he did tell me after all. And it's not like we really were anything to each other. He definitely could not have known who I was the first night we met. And I honestly didn't think that he did anything out of spite for her. I decided I wanted to call him.
I knew his number was in my phone, seeing as how I missed about a thousand calls from him during my comatose state. But I knew that I needed to talk to Hadley first. I know we aren't really all that close, but it just seems like the kind of thing I should do.
I assumed, since she wasn't at the funeral, she would be at the same number she called me from the other day. So I pulled my phone out and scrolled through the received calls. When I located the right number I hit send. She answered after the second ring.
"Hadley?"
"Sookie! How are you? I am sorry I couldn't make it to the services." She exclaimed
"It's ok Hadley; I wouldn't have expected you to drive so far." I assured her.
"How were the services?"
"Everything was beautiful. It was sort of a zoo, with all the cameras and everything, but good nonetheless." I really wanted to get to the point so I interrupted her as she began to speak again.
"Hadley, listen. I met Eric." I stated
"Eric? You mean my Eric?" she asked.
"Yes, your ex right?"
"Well yes, we are no longer together; I just couldn't do it anymore." She said solemnly.
"Are you ok? I didn't even know you were married." I said. I did have manners after all.
"Oh, yes I am great, it was really the best thing for both of us, considering."
"Considering what?" Apparently I was going to have to pull everything out of her.
"Well, how liberal are you Sookie?" she asked hesitantly.
Ah, so this was about her preferring to partner with the same sex. "Oh, you mean with the liking women thing, I am ok with that, Hadley, I assure you." Different strokes for different folks.
"Yeah, ok I guess he told you about that then, huh? Well it's all for the best. Wait, is that why you are calling me? Are you interested in Eric?" She asked.
I couldn't tell from her tone of voice if it would be a bad thing for me to be interested or not. And I really wasn't sure what I was when it came to Eric, but I knew it was something. I definitely wanted the chance to find out what. I also decided it was probably best to keep her in the dark about our previous 'sexcapades'.
"Well, I am not sure exactly." I said honestly. "I just met him, and was curious is all."
"Sookie, he is a good guy, really. Just…not my type, you know." She said with a laugh. "Very good looking and he was good in bed… for a guy, you know."
"Well, I was just curious. I didn't want it to be weird. If, and I mean a big if, we talked." I stressed.
We wrapped up our conversation pretty quickly. I wasn't real sure what I wanted with Eric. But I was pleased that she didn't seem to have any opposition to the idea. I guess technically it was too late for that, seeing as how we had already had sex. But, I was planning on seeing him again. His presence was almost comforting, just thinking of him brought a bit of a smile to my face.
I locked up the store and decided that now was as good a time as any. I flipped open my cell and found his number and hit send.
Eric answered after the second ring. He said there was a coffee shop just off the highway in Bossier that had good beignets. I told him I knew where it was and would meet him there within the hour.
The whole ride there I was growing more and more anxious to see him. Maybe it was the built up sexual frustration from last night and this morning, or maybe it was something more. But I know I was definitely looking forward to seeing him.
My mind drifted back to the previous night's events, and how I had completely broken down. I didn't know what it was about him that gotten to me, but I knew he had. Eric had touched some part deep inside me that had not been touched in a long time, if ever. Oddly enough, I was not afraid.
Yet.
I arrived at the coffee shop exactly forty-seven minutes later. He was already there leaning up against his flashy sports car, looking like he was posing for a photo shoot. Sporting only a simple fitted burgundy t-shirt and dark washed jeans that sat so low on his hips, I could see a little bit of the 'V' hinting at the treasure below. I automatically moistened my lips.
I really am not sure if it was because he looked so damn good or if my tension had reached a critical level, or something else entirely, but I got out of the car and made my way over to him. Coffee and beignets was the last thing on my mind.
I stopped directly in front of him and placed a hand on his chest before speaking.
"Did you have your heart set on eating?" I asked.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked with a smirk.
"How close is your place?"
"Five minutes." he said licking his deliciously full lips.
"Let's go." I said as I took the passenger seat.
He maneuvered into the driver's seat beside me and took off.
"Sookie, I need to know something." He said quietly
"Ok, what?" I asked cautiously.
"About us…" he said and left it open.
What about us? There is 'no' us, to speak of. I mean, I like to have sex with him, and he is helping me through a rough time, but what else. Could there be something else? Is that what he was asking? I wasn't sure on either question, and I honestly didn't know if I was ready to know. I just wanted it to be, as it was. At least until I was ready to answer those questions.
"Can't we just be, without the complications and without the obligations?" I replied.
He looked at me skeptically before he responded. "For now."
I felt an odd twinge in my chest at his expression and my hand reached out to take his compulsorily. I wasn't sure why, but I wanted to comfort him.
We remained silent until we pulled up his huge house and I just had to say something.
"What do you need all that space for?"I asked with my eyes wide.
"My sister, Pam." He stated as if that was all the explanation that was needed.
"She lives with you?" I asked
He laughed in response and shook his head. "She picked it out. I did need room for an office, since I run my business from home, but the rest is just excessive."
It was a two-story home, that looked to be fairly recently built. With modern lines and not a whole lot of personality as with older homes, it was still beautiful.
We made our way in, and the inside was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Nice open living area with hard wood floors. If I had to guess, I would say that his sister decorated it for him as well. The furniture, though not feminine, all coordinated in reds, browns and a whole assortment of other colors splattered throughout. There was no way that a man could throw that much color together and make it work, but it did.
He took my hand and was going to lead me on a tour, but I had other plans.
"Where is your bedroom?" I asked with a wink.
"Upstairs." He responded by tugging me up the wooden staircase.
We made our way down the hall to the room at the end before he paused. Eric looked at me questioningly before opening the door.
The bedroom was massive. In the center was a huge king size platform bed covered in charcoal bedding with red and white accent pillows. It was simple, yet perfect.
I walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge, patting the place next to me for him to join me. He sauntered over to me and I felt my libido go into overdrive at the sight before me.
I placed my hand on his thigh and turned to face him. Eric placed his hand on the back of my head before lowering his mouth to mine.
His lips were warm and sweet, they tasted like a buttery croissant. I licked and nipped at the flesh there until he granted me access, and then I did the same to his tongue.
My hands found there way underneath his shirt and were teasing at his taut nipples, as his found their way to my lace covered breasts. I arched my back into his hands and lifted his shirt, briefly breaking contact. He lifted my shirt as he pushed me to lie on my back and began licking his way from my naval to my covered breast.
I gripped the waistband of his pants, yanked the button open and pushed the zipper down in one swift movement, rubbing the back of my hand against his stiff member in the process. Eric growled against my chest as he, somehow, got my bra off in an equally swift motion, and began swirling his tongue around my pebbled nipples.
I pushed my hips into Eric's as I scooted up further on to the bed ushering a sigh from the both of us.
Eric grabbed the top of my pants and tore them off as I moved away from him, taking my panties along with them.
"You are way over dressed for this party." I said breathlessly. He just smiled seductively and shimmied out of his own pants.
He crawled up my body torturously slow leaving a trail of moist kisses along the way. My body rolled into him as he made his path. I felt his length press against my inner thigh and gasped as Eric's mouth caught my own.
Our tongues danced together in a familiar rhythm, as I slid my hand down the length of his back to cup his magnificent ass. Eric responded by pushing his hips into me effectively, pressing the head of his cock into my nub, soliciting expletives from both of our mouths.
I shifted slightly to allow space between us as I spoke. "I need you in me now. Do you have protection?" Even though I knew we were both clean, I didn't expect him to make a monogamous commitment to me. Seeing as how I wasn't sure what I could actually commit to myself.
Eric looked at me for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he slipped his hand into the bedside table drawer and pulled out the offending package, and slipped it down his length. Just watching him do that spurned me further, and I felt my walls ache in anticipation.
He slipped his hand down to cup my center as he slowly inserted one, long finger deep into my folds. I bucked against his hand instinctively.
"So wet Sookie." He hissed against my lips.
I brought my hand down and gripped the base of his cock firmly. "Please, Eric."
Eric's hips bucked against my hand, his own needs becoming apparent.
He pulled his finger out of me and brought it to his mouth to lick my juices away. I watched his finger coming out of his lips and lurched up to attack his mouth with my own.
As our tongue continued the assault, I anxiously rubbed the tip of his stiffness across my slit. Eric shocked me by pushing his hips forward, inserting his gracious length into my achingly wet walls, to the hilt. My back arched against him sending my breast flush with his chest.
"Oh, fuck!" I sighed
I heard a low growl rumble in his chest as he spoke. "So good, Sookie."
"So beautiful." He said as he rubbed his hand over my breasts and up to cup my face.
Eric lowered his mouth to mine as he began his slow movements. Pushing his length in completely and then pulling almost all the way out in a torturous, yet gratifying pace. I matched his movements thrust for thrust, and felt the tension beginning to build in my stomach.
I palmed his ass and drove him deeper still, driving me over the glorious edge of my orgasm. My walls clenched around him, as I came with his name on my mouth. He slowed his rhythm to ride my orgasm out.
He shifted his position, spooning himself up against my back. Eric lifted my knee slightly as he positioned himself at my entrance. And began licking and sucking at the flesh on my neck as he entered me, inch by glorious inch. The angle lined him perfectly with my sweet spot, forcing me to shove my ass back into him as I moaned.
"Oh, god."
I heard his snicker at my verbiage and I reached around to pull his mouth to mine. His hands roamed my body, as if he were trying to memorize every inch. When Eric found my clit, he rubbed coercing circles there, sending me over the edge yet again.
"Yes, Eric."
Eric changed position again, coming to rest on top of me. His arms rested on either side of me, trapping me in his hold. I ran my fingers through the blonde hairs of his chest and up to his face to lower his mouth to mine.
He entered me and kept his movements slow and sensuous. I felt my next wave of pleasure so close on the horizon and I bit and sucked at his bottom lip wanting to send him over his edge. As my hands found their way up to grip the back of his shoulders, I arched my back into him, creating more friction for us both.
"Fuck, Sookie." He growled
I felt Eric begin to swell within my walls, and I could fill my walls clenching him back as we both reached our climax. My body seemed to clench around him coercing every last drop out of his pulsating cock, as his seemed to pulse with every wave of my orgasm. We both screamed incoherently at the sensation.
I felt my eyes begin to water, from the intense pleasure, I assumed, but I quickly shook it off.
Are you crying over an orgasm?
Fuck! This man was doing something strange to my body. What? I had no clue. But it was definitely something. My emotions were on a friggin' roller coaster.
Eric slid off of me, and left for a moment, I assumed to clean up, before returning and curling himself up against my body. With his arms wrapped around me securely, as if to keep me from escaping, he began to leave gentle kisses along my jaw. I made strange purr-like sounds at the sensation.
So, we like cuddling now?
I don't know what it was, but I felt very comfortable in his arms. And the silence between us was peaceful. I pressed my back into him further, making sure there was not a breathable inch between our entwined bodies, and sighed.
Neither one of us said a thing. The only sound in the room was the slow, steady rhythm of our breathing. I closed my eyes in an utter state of relaxation.
And for the first time in my life, I spent the night with a man, after having sex with him.
A/N: Try to keep in mind Sookie is not grieving the way she probably should, but let's just see where it takes her. And what happens along the way. Is Eric gonna break her down or make her run. Hmmm… I don't know yet!
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