The Couch

Vol. 3

SPOV

I wasn't accustomed to waking up in someone's arms. The limbs wrapped around me were particularly thick and heavy. An even heavier thigh was draped across my naked hip.

Naked? Naked! From the feel of things, the large man wrapped around my back was naked as well. I blinked a few times to clear the sleep from my eyes and saw a lock of golden hair beneath my cheek. I am blonde, but my hair is the color of fresh wheat, bright and yellow. This lock was a shining, silky gold. I brought it to my nose and confirmed what I already knew. Eric. Beautiful, wonderful Eric.

I knew he was awake when his arms tightened around me. His warm lips kissed the back of my neck. A zing of pleasure consumed my body, and a deep moan escaped my lips…

His hips lined up with mine and his hand lifted my top leg, just a bit. My body was more than willing. He slid in easily, like he was meant to be there. He sighed in my ear. He was so deep, deep enough that I could feel him in my belly.

Long fingers massaged my breasts as he began to thrust. Slowly. Painfully slow. It was difficult to decide which feeling I liked the most; the retreat or the thrust. Every movement felt desperate and divine.

Eric's lips found my neck and the pace of his hips quickened. Faster and faster. I lost my mind. The warm breaths across my ear grew in intensity, and he hitched my leg over his knee. Thighs spread wide and quaking, his fingers finished the job.

"OH! OH… my!"

My body clenched and Eric gasped wordlessly against the back of my neck. His hands held my hips firmly as he shuddered behind me. His scratchy chin fell against my cheek, and our heavy breaths mingled together. My fingers were twisted in the white sheet across my breasts, grasping for dear life rather than modesty.

I wanted to enjoy the aftermath, but the dawn brought sense and shame along with the light of the cresting sun. My brain was flooded with images. With sweeping, consuming feelings. I had wanted him so badly, but having him was the ultimate mistake. My back arched away from his chest.

He had a wife and two children. I bit my lip and shook with remorse. How could I be so selfish? So cruel?

"Sookie?"

I couldn't answer him. I couldn't speak.

My fingers plucked my clothes from the floor and I dressed in a rush. Ashamed.

EPOV

"Goddamn it Sookie! Don't you get it?" I couldn't release my hold on her arm. My fingers simply wouldn't listen. I could feel the blazing intensity of my eyes.

She looked shocked, confused… and angry. She flung off my arm.

"What don't I get, Eric? We fucked up!" She nearly screamed with frustration. "Do you know how long I've wanted you? Years! From the first moment I saw your big dumb face. Ugh!"

What? My mouth was hanging open. My grip on her arm loosened.

"What about Pam? What about your children? How could we be so selfish!"

My brain was in a fog. Do you know how long I've wanted you?

She grew impatient with my blank stare. She huffed and turned on her heel, marching toward the door. Her purse whipped over her shoulder before I regained my mind. I thought I would shout, or plead, but the words came out as a hoarse whisper instead.

"Pamela is my sister."

Sookie stopped in her tracks. "What?"

"Pam - the woman I live with - is my sister. The children are hers from a previous marriage. It didn't work out because she's a bitc-"

Sookie cut me off. "You're… I mean… She's not your wife?!"

"GOD no!" I shook my head.

She held onto the counter for balance, breathing deep gasps of relief. I envied her that moment because I knew what I needed to ask next.

"Alcide?"

Sookie looked up with a confused expression on her face. "Alcide? What about him?"

Jealousy constricted my throat. "Is he your boyfriend?" I bit out the word.

Sookie chuckled. "Of course not! He's only living with me to keep away this crazy ex-gir- Wooooo!"

I swept Sookie off her feet, literally, and carried her to the bedroom. Not the couch, but the bed. Her bed. I tossed her down and watched her golden waves bounce and fan across the lacy duvet. The white V neck shirt she had thrown on was riding both up and down, in the most delicious way. She was tousled and too beautiful for words.

I stood at the edge of the bed and pulled at the hem of my white undershirt. My flight schedule flashed in the recesses of my mind, and I knew I wouldn't have time to launder it before our next departure. I removed the shirt carefully and draped it across the rocking chair.

Sookie watched me with fascination. "You're quite meticulous, aren't you?"

"I have to be."

Sookie was flushed and soft and her teeth were biting white marks in her pink lower lip. She was effortlessly sexy. The sight of her stole my breath.

She waved her finger. "Be careful, Captain Northman. I might just fall in love with you."

My heart exploded. A zing of joy sizzled along every nerve. I shuddered.

"I hope so. I've been in love with you for ages."

Her blue eyes were deep and intense like a stormy ocean wave. She pulled me down to her lips. "Ditto."

Amelia was going to get one hell of an update.

The End