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Chapter 6 – Take All of Me
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SPOV
The rest of the week moves quickly. Each morning I get up to work on my book and every afternoon either Eric comes over to work in my studio or I go into Shreveport to work at his. When we work at my place, I make dinner and when we work in Shreveport we go out.
True to his word, Eric doesn't go overboard with anymore dinners which please me greatly. And when we stay at my place, I try to make him a good home cooked meal.
We don't talk anymore about Lafayette's visit or the impending legal problems that will ensue. It isn't like we don't both know what is coming, neither of us wants to deal with it yet, I think.
Whether we are in Shreveport or Bon Temps, Eric ends the night with a few heated kisses and that's it. I swear the man is trying to turn me inside out. But his words keep coming back to me. He wants to do this right and he wants to make sure that everything is done with Bill.
I have tried to tell him several times that Bill and I have been over for quite some time. I just didn't have the strength to get up and walk away. Thinking back on it, I have no idea why I didn't. It isn't like I didn't have family and friends who would be there for me. Why did I feel so isolated? Where did this sense of dedication and devotion come from? For the life of me, I don't know. It is almost like I was sleep walking through my life. Now, I am awake with a new sense of myself and what I want.
Who would have thought that I would be able to do the two things I love the most with a man that encourages me to do what my heart tells me too. Yeah, not me, that's for sure.
As I expected, I have received no word from Bill, his parents or anyone in his campaign office. Not hearing Bill or the office is not unusual. However, not hearing from Elizabeth, well, that is rather strange. But I won't look a gift horse in the mouth.
I have several more chapters due to Amelia in the next few weeks not to mention learning all the choreography for five dances, not to mention all the rules and requirements that go with dancing.
Friday, Eric shows up earlier than usual with a stack of documents and papers for me to sign.
"Sookie, we need to get this into the competition committee, so I need you to fill everything out and sign it." He says.
I start reading the documents. Basically it is a straight forward entrance form. Giving my name, address, age, height, weight, well you get the idea.
"Love, I will send the documents by fax tomorrow and then we will be all set." He smiles at me.
"You sure you want to do this?" I ask. "It isn't too late to back out, you know."
Eric walks around the table, pulling me up and sitting down. Pulling me into his lap he gives me a toe curling, panty dropping kiss. When we both need to come up for air, I look into his eyes.
"Sookie Stackhouse," he says, "I will never dance with another partner as long as I breathe." He says. "I want you, not another dancer, not another partner, you." He says softly and kisses me again.
When we finally separate, I look again into his eyes. I see nothing but truth and compassion showing back at me. If I didn't know that I was in love with this man, I knew now.
I smile and nod my head.
"Okay, let's go through the rest of the paperwork." He says as he reaches around me to get them. It is evident that he isn't going to let me up and I am not to upset about that.
That night we grab a quick bite and head over to see Crystal and Jason. Poor thing has been going stir crazy and I know she will enjoy some time together.
Once there, Eric pulls Jason away to watch some game to give him a break. Don't get me wrong, Jason is a great husband and will be a better father. But I'm sure he is tired of the bed rest as much as Crystal is.
Crystal smiles at me. "How are things going?" She asks.
I smile back. "Great, I don't think I've smiled this much since before Gran died." I say and instantly get a chill up my spine.
"Hey, it's okay." She says to me. "You deserve to be happy, you know." She says.
"Oh, I know but it's just," I look at the door.
"What hon?" She ask.
"I'm just waiting for the shoe to drop, you know?" I look at her. "I mean, I haven't heard from Bill or his family, which is a good thing in a way. But you know, I'm worried. If he was stupid enough to do what Laf thinks he did, well, I'm kind of worried about what he is going to do once he finds out what I know." I look down.
"Sweetie, I have to ask you something." I look up at her. "Did Bill, I mean..well…did he ever..hurt you?" She asks.
I look at her for a moment and shake my head. "Not physically, no. But I was never enough, you know?" She looks at me confused. "I...I knew I was beneath them." I say.
"Sookie, how could you even think…"
I put my hand up. "I know. It was stupid and ridiculous. I don't even know why I believed them. It's just, God, I wish I could understand why I did what I did. How I got so lost." I look at her and I see tears in her eyes.
"It doesn't matter my darling girl. All that matters is that you are back and here and we love you so very much." I lean over and hug her.
She sniffles. "You mean everything to us, especially that tall drink of water out there." She motions to the door. "That man is 100% in love with you." She says.
"Crystal, we've known each other less than a week. You can't say…"
"Sweetie, I knew the moment your brother took my hand that I would love him for eternity. You my dear know the same thing. You're just scared." She says.
I nod at her. "He asked me to dance with him. You know, in competition?"
She smiles wide. "See, you two were made for one another."
I laugh. "Okay, enough of that, how are my nieces doing?" I ask and put my hands on her tummy.
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EPOV
I walk out to the back porch with Jason.
"Any news?" He asks.
I shake my head. "She hasn't heard a thing." I say.
"You sure? You know Sookie, she may be trying to hide it so as not to upset anyone." He says.
I shake my head again. "No, she knows not to do that." I sigh, "I wish that he had filed those forms already." I say.
Jason shakes his head. "Yeah, I asked him about that. He said he didn't want to push Sookie. If Bill had contacted her after the first phone call, he would have messangered the papers to the courts right away. But he wanted to make sure he knew that she was in control of this. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that any of us were trying to control her." He says.
I nod. "Yeah, but I would feel a lot more comfortable knowing that we had some legal muscle behind us, you know?" I ask him.
He nods. "Yeah, but are you sure she hasn't gotten any calls?" He asks.
"No, I know she's telling the truth," I say. "I think Lafayette might tan her hide if she hid anything from us now." I say to him.
He laughs. "You got that right. He is probably as over protective of her as I am." He says to me.
I look at him confused.
He smiles. "You see," he says. "Lafayette has lived here since he was ten years old. At around fourteen we started to notice that Laf was a little, well flamboyant." He laughs. "He was funny as hell but just a little out there." He says. "Now Sookie was a little bit of a thing and loved to trail after us. I think in a way she saw us all as her big brothers and I know sure as shit that we thought of her as our little girl." He sighs. "Anyway, we were down at the lake out back of the house and some of these kids from Hotshot show up. They started making fun of Laf, calling him names and just being very cruel. Well Sookie got mad. I mean real mad. She picked up a rock and wailed it one of the kid's head. As he went down, she ran over and started kicking him. It took me and Sam to pull her off the guy. I can still remember her words. She said, you mess with someone she loves you mess with her and no one messes with her." He looks at me. "The kid went to the hospital with two broken ribs, a sprained wrist and eight stitches in his head. It is safe to say they never came around here anymore." He looks out at the back yard. "Sookie can take a whole lot of shit on herself but don't mess with people she loves. She turns into a lioness." He laughs. "From that day, Laf swore that he would watch over her when she needed it."
I look at him. "She loves with her whole heart." I say.
"Oh you got that right." He says. "That's why with this whole thing with Compton doesn't make sense." He shakes his head. "Maybe I should have been more attentive. Maybe I should have never moved out of the farmhouse. I should have been there for her and look what happen?" He looks down.
"Jason, you can't blame yourself for this." I say to him.
"Who else can I blame? She's my little sister, Eric. Momma and Daddy told me from day one that it was my job to protect her; to keep her safe. When she was little she was so full of wonder. Like a little faerie princesses floating on clouds. She saw the good in everything. It's rare to find such a person. And the one time I wasn't vigilant. The one time I looked away, this happen." He says.
"Jason, she's back." I say to him. "She sees what happen and she isn't going back."
He looks at me. "God, I hope so. I don't think any of us could take it if she left again." He says.
"I won't let her." I say to him. "I will fight until my last breath. He isn't going to have her." I say.
"Do you think…shit…God…did he…" He looks at me.
I shake my head. "No, he didn't touch her. I know that for a fact." I say to him.
He raises an eyebrow at me and I laugh. "No Jason, we just met less than a week ago." He tilts his head to the side. "Yeah, okay, if it was any other girl, I probably would have sealed the deal on day one. But Sookie is special. She deserves to be wooed. She deserves her fairytale and that's exactly what I'm going to give her."
He looks at me. "You love her." He says.
I nod. "With everything I am." I say.
"Treat her right dude. And please, don't take her away from us." He says with a tear in his eyes. "She's..she's all I got left of Momma and Daddy. I don't, know I can't do this without her in my life." He says.
I look right into his eyes. "I swear to you, Jason. I will see to it that she is never too far away. She needs her family just as much as you need her." I say.
"Well, that family includes you now too, Bro." He slaps me on the back. "But I still expect to get to give my blessing when you're ready for the next step." He laughs. "And please, if you run off to Vegas for a quick wedding, tell us so we can all be there."
The look on my face must have amused him, because he starts to laugh. "Aw, come on dude, you know that's what you're thinking." He says.
I smile just a little. I can't really think of anything I would want more.
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SPOV
Our trip home was quiet, but not uncomfortable. We both knew what tomorrow was and I am sure that Eric was as anxious as I to get this over with. I hate this waiting.
Bill didn't want me that was evident. I'm not sure he ever wanted me. It is painful to think that he wanted me just for my money, but I can't get over the fact that he knew about everything from the will. I bet he even knew about it all before I did. Could his father be in on it too? Could Elizabeth know the depths her son would go to acquire money? It isn't like they didn't have a bank roll of their own. Elizabeth never let me forget that they came from money. Well maybe not came, I think Elizabeth did, but I know Bill's father worked his way up in the world. How do I know? Elizabeth told me once that I was lucky. That her father insisted wait to marry until she could properly be cared for.
"It took him time," Elizabeth said, "but in the end, he cam through. He didn't want me to slip through his fingers."
I sigh for a moment. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have been so naive? I don't think I'm ever going to get an answer to that question. I am just completely grateful that my family waited for me and is here now. I would never be able to do any of this without them.
I look at the time on the dashboard as we pull into the driveway. It is only 8:30. We had left Crystal and Jason early. Crystal needed to sleep and Jason takes every minute he can to nap as well.
"She is up most of the night and I like to be with her." My brother says with a crooked smile.
I smile thinking about him. He is going to be a wonderful father.
"What are you smiling about?" Eric asks.
I look at him. "Just thinking about Jason and how attentive he is to Crystal. She's very lucky." I say.
He takes my hand in his and raises it to his mouth, laying a gentle kiss upon it.
"You deserve someone to love you just as much." He says to me.
I look at him and watch his eyes. He isn't laying a line on me. He really believes what he's saying.
"Thank you." I say to him.
We get out of the car and he follows me to the door. "Do you ummm, want to watch a movie or something?" I ask him.
He smiles at me. "I think that would be nice."
"Okay, you pick the movie and I'll pop the popcorn," I say to him as I run into the kitchen.
When I return, he is seated on the overstuffed couch with his arms across the back waiting for me.
I sit next to him and he instinctively wraps one of his arms around me. I curl up next to him and smile. It feels warm, perfect and everything I ever wanted.
I place the popcorn bowl in my lap and look up to him. "So what did you pick?" I ask him.
Smiling, he kisses me on my nose and hits play on the DVR player.
When I see the coming attractions, I giggle leaning into him to enjoy our little peace of paradise.
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BPOV
"Okay so your meeting with the Order is in an hour." Lorena tells me. "The car will arrive in twenty minutes to take us over there. You know what you are going to say, yes?" She asks me.
"Lorena, we spent an hour last night talking about this. Everything will be fine. I have aligned myself on the conservative side of the party, I have enlisted in the right groups and we have the right people backing us. It isn't a hard sell." I say to her.
She nods. "Listen Reverend Newlin and his son are the founders of this little group." She says. "They have five senators on their board and another twenty on speed dial. They are a hard group but if you can sell them on you then you are in the bag." She says.
I growl. "I am well aware of this, Lorena." I say.
My phone rings and I look down.
I answer. "Yes?" I say.
"Mr. Compton, this is Clive Monroe, from the First Civil Trust Bank, in New Orleans." He says.
"Yes, Mr. Monroe, I know who you are. What can I do for you?" I ask him.
"Well, the thing is, we are converting our files and the account that you are a trustee on, for a Ms. Sookie Stackhouse? Well we can't find a signature care on file for that. We need her to come into to the bank and sign one." He says.
I pause for a moment. "That's fine, just fax one over to me and we will have her sign it." I pause. "That's not a problem." I say.
I look at Lorena and she mouths 'what'. I place my hand up to have her give me a minute.
"Well the thing is…" He hesitates.
"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Monroe?" I ask.
"Well, due to the substantial amount of money in the account, we need to have her come in sign in person and we have to have it notarized." He says.
"I don't understand. The money has been there for the last 4 years and no one has questioned us before. I am sure you understand as Ms. Stackhouse's council and trustee on the account, you really don't need much else." I say.
"As a matter of fact we do." He says. "Now a letter has already been sent to Ms. Stackhouse's place of residence." I hear shuffling in the background. "We have it listed as Bon Temps, but I was informed that she may be in New Orleans. If that's the case, the bank attorney and I would be more than happy to see her today." He says.
"You…you sent a letter to her residence. What exactly did you write her? All correspondences due to any of her accounts are supposed to come to me." I say.
"Yes, I am aware of that little note in her file. However, with new laws in place, we need to make sure that who is opening the account is who they say they are." He says. "The letter was sent out yesterday from our legal department." He says. "I am sure that Ms. Stackhouse will contact you when she receives it. But I thought we could expedite matters if I contacted you directly." The twit says.
"Mr. Monroe, Ms. Stackhouse does not deal with these issues, I do. Now I am on the other side of the country but I will contact my father to take care of this matter, Ms. Stackhouse need not be bothered." I say.
"But, Mr. Compton, she does." He says. "You see if we can't get the signature card, the account will be held for investigation. I'm sorry, but I'm sure you understand the federal governments stand on this. And I am sure you understand our willingness to comply with their laws. No one wants another 9/11 Mr. Compton." He says.
"Fine, we will just close the account." I say to him.
"You will not be able to touch the money until which time Ms. Stackhouse appears in our corporate offices to sign the signature card, Mr. Compton." He says. "I am sure you understand. If I don't hear from you or her within the next 30 days, we will report this incident to the proper authorities. But until then, the account is frozen." He says.
"Mr. Monroe, there is over 10 million dollars in that account." I say through clench teeth. "You are telling me that neither I nor Ms. Stackhouse will be able to retrieve any of that money until this is resolved?" I ask him.
"Yes Mr. Compton and from what I see you just withdrew twenty thousand dollars from that account and it looks like you have withdrawn twenty to fifty thousand a month for the last eighteen months, but no transactions from Ms. Stackhouse." He says.
"What are you implying?" I ask.
"Nothing Mr. Compton but please have Ms. Stackhouse contact me directly to set up a meeting."
He says nothing but hangs up the phone.
I look at Lorena.
"What?" She asks.
I growl again. "I have to figure out a way to get her to sign that signature card." I say looking down at my watch. "I need to call her." I say.
"No, we need to go." Lorena says to me. "I will call her later and have it set up." She says. "You concentrate on the meeting." She says.
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We head down to the car. I can't help thinking about that fucking account. I should have set up smaller accounts all over the city. But I didn't want it to look to inconspicuous. This way I only needed to handle one. Yes, I know, but what was a small town girl going to do with that much money anyway? I mean she didn't even know it was there. And I could administer it for her. She didn't need to worry about it. Once we were married that is where her money would come from. There is no way I would use my money to deal with her. But she didn't need to know it. I mean if she knew she had it, she would have probably given some to that idiot brother of hers. He is such a problem and I haven't been able to get him to step away from Sookie. Or maybe she would have given some to that ingrate, Merlotte and his "friend". No she would have done something stupid with it. It is bad enough that she went and signed the contract for her books without my knowledge. Now I have no control over that money.
No, once we are married, I will have the right to do what I want with all her finances. And Sookie will be the good little girl and do as she is told.
Sooner or later she will see that this is all for her own good.
"Bill, where here." Lorena says.
I walk in and am greeted by the members of the Order.
"Good Afternoon, Gentlemen." I say to them.
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I knew a lot was riding on this meeting. If I had The Coalition in my back pocket, there is no way I can lose. They will make sure of it. Between them and the governor, I need nothing else. My mother can stop bugging me about her infuriating luncheons and teas. I have to admit, every time Sookie went out to one of those, I held my breath. She may have a modicum of intelligence, but she is just well so silly. I can't stand that she could say something whimsical or childish and sound like a stupid little hick.
"We just have one concern, Mr. Compton." Reverend Newlin says bring me out of my thoughts.
"And what may that be?" I ask him.
"Well," Reverend Newlin looks at everyone and then at his son Stephen. "You see we are concerned with your, well, choice in lady companions." He says to Bill. "I understand that you may are planning on marrying this," he looks down at the pad of paper in front of him," this Sookie Stackhouse from Bon Temps, Louisiana?" He asks me.
"We have been dating for sometime, Reverend. I assure you that nothing improper has occurred. This is one of the many reasons; Ms. Stackhouse does not accompany me on these trips. Propriety is very important to both of us." I say to him. Still trying to fish out what is his concern.
"Yes, well that's most admirable. But it's these, well for a lack of a better word, these books that she produces." He looks at his son who nods.
"Mr. Compton, what my father is trying to say is that we are concerned what kind of message these types of stories gives to our young and vulnerable youth." He says.
I lean forward, "I'm sure I don't understand. They are just a little story. I dare say no one really reads them." I shrug at them.
Stephen Newlin raises one eyebrow. "Well according to our research," he opens a file, "Her reported sales of the books compare too many other popular writers of this time including JK Rowling, Anne Rice, and," he looks closer, "A Ms. Charlaine Harris." He pauses, "All of these stories deal with things we would, well consider unethical and immoral. The Coalition finds these images disturbing and is one of the things our associates both here and in DC are trying to censor." He sits back.
Think Compton, think.
I paste a smile on my face. "That will not be a problem. Sookie will stop writing these stories immediately. In fact, I'm sure she will have them recalled and put out of publication." I say to them.
Reverend Newlin looks at me. "You seem certain that Ms. Stackhouse will so easily give up her writing career." He says.
I nod. "My future fiancé will not do anything to jeopardize our chances of winning this election. Nor will she do anything that she others would consider immoral. I assure you if this is the case, it is because of a few of her friends. Sookie would never do anything like this. It will stop today." I say to them.
The Reverend looks around the room. "Well, if that's the case, they I see no reason not to support you in this endeavor. We will be seeing you later this month when we are in your area." He says standing. "I'm sure that one of our wives," the Reverend says, "can be on hand when Ms. Stackhouse denounces her books." He smiles. "I'm sure she would like the religious support." He nods at me.
He wants her to do what? Well she will do what I say, I just have to spin it right.
We shake hands goodbye and leave the room.
Once in the car, Lorena looks at me. "Okay, how the hell are you going to get her to stop writing?" She asks me. "And publicly denounce her own books. Bill, she has a contract." She says.
I look at her. "Like I get her to do everything else, I tell her." I say.
Lorena shakes her head. "I don't think that is going to be enough this time." She says to me.
I look down and then decide. "Fine, I'll marry her before the Gala. Then she has nothing to say in the matter. She'll do what I say." I say to her. "That will also fix the bank problem."
Lorena looks at me. "You are playing a very dangerous game. You cut this to short and the Coalition may pull their backing." She says.
I pull her closer to me. "There pulling nothing." I kiss her.
I lean back. "Arrange for our nuptials to be the night before the Gala. Call Sookie is a few days and set things up. I want her back in New Orleans by the end of next week." I say to her.
She looks at me. "You…you want me to setup your wedding?" She looks sad.
"Oh, my dear," I kiss her again, "if you don't want to do it, I will have my mother do it." I say to her with a smirk. "I just thought you would like to imagine it was you instead of Sookie. I mean it would have been if you didn't go running off like you did." I say.
She looks at me like she's going to say something and then looks down again. Sighing she looks at our entangled hands. "Fine, William," she says. "We'll do this your way." She says.
I lift her so that she is straddling my lap. "And it always will be." I growl at her.
The trip back to the hotel was much more enjoyable after that.
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SPOV
I watch as the closing credits roll.
"What made you think of Grease," I ask him laughing.
He shrugs, "I don't know, it looked like fun and light. You need that tonight." He brushes the back of his hand on my cheek.
Smiling I look deep into his eyes. "Do you..do you want me to be here when you write it?" He asks me.
I look at the clock. It's almost 11. I shake my head. "I would love for you to stay, but I can do this." I say to him. "You can stay and keep me company." I smile.
He kisses me again and then looks at me. "As soon as he receives the letter, and the forms are filed, I will stay with you every night if you want me to. But until then, I need to go home." He says to me.
I look down but he captures my chin and raises it. "Hey," he says to me. "I want to, I really want to, but I know if I stay things will happen and…"
"And that's bad?" I pull myself onto his lap. "I want this to happen, Eric, I really do." I say to him.
He sighs. "I do to, baby, but I want you to be free." He says.
"But I am. I've been for so long…Eric, I…" I don't know what to say so I kiss him again. However, this time I don't pull back and neither does he.
Deep strong hands come up behind me and hold me to him. I start moving my hands to his hair and without losing contact, I move to straddle him.
He pulls back slightly but not to stop us. He moves his lips to my neck and then to my collar bone.
"Eric, please, please I can't…" I say to him in pants as his hands move up my shirt and moves it up with him. Pulling my shirt over my head, he gazes down at me lace covered breasts.
"Beautiful," he says as he moves his head between my breasts and starts laying feather kisses.
"Eric, ah," I say as I grind into his lap which results in a growl from him. "Eric, more…please." I say to him.
He moves back and I can feel something around my now very hard nipple. "Sookie, my love, has anyone ever touched you here?" He asks me. "Has anyone worshiped and kissed your beautiful breasts?"
I throw my head back as he swipes over them again. "No, Eric, only…only you." I whisper.
He looks up at me. "And I will be the only one." He says looking right into my eyes.
"Only you," I say.
With one movement that I'm sure took years to perfect, my bra is undone and on the floor.
Holding them both in his hands, he growls again. "Mine," he says and dives in.
I can't tell you if he was there a minute, an hour or a day. All I know is I wanted more, I wanted to feel more, experience him more, lose myself more in his arms.
"Eric, please, more baby, make…make me yours." I cry out to him.
In another move, I'm sure was equally long to perfect, Eric flips me onto my back and is now hovering over me.
Without thinking, I move to pull his t-shirt up over his hard torso. He helps me a little and his shirt finds itself mixed in with my discarded clothes on the floor.
I trace my hands up his arms and over his chest. I have seen him in undershirts and t's before. But this is different. He is mine now.
I hear a hiss from him when I brush over his own nipples and without hesitation, I lean up and start tracing it with my tongue.
"Ah, God Sookie, that's…UGH bite, just a little." He says in a husky tone. And I most happily reply.
He growls again, leans his own head forward, and starts descending my body. Once he hits my shorts, the are unzipped and moving down my legs without a moment of hesitation.
He looks up at me. "Sookie, stop me, please?" He asks me.
I shake my head. "I want you so bad Eric." I say to him.
Resting his head against my stomach, he sighs. "You…you smell so good." He says as he moves his hands up and down my outer thighs. "Sookie, you are my heaven." He says in a whisper and then moves lower.
Once I feel his breath on my center, I moan. Then I feel him on me. His tongue, his lips his hands. I'm not sure where one starts and the other stops.
"Eric, I…" I moan out.
"That's right baby, don't hold back, let yourself go, please baby." He says to me and continues with everything that is driving me crazy.
When I feel his finger in me, I think I'm going to explode. The pressure building in me is no stranger. But having it produced by someone other than myself is.
"I…Eric…I…" I moan to him.
"I feel it, baby, give it to me, I want it." He says to me.
As if on queue, the coil in my stomach snaps and I go spilling over the edge with his name on my lips.
Eric continues to pet and stroke me as I come down from my high.
I look down at him resting between my thighs. "Everything about you is beautiful, do you know that? Even the way your face looks when you orgasm, I will never tire of seeing that." He says and kisses my thigh again.
"Eric, please…" I look at him. I want to do more. I want to bring him the same pleasure that he has just brought me.
He shakes his head. "Tonight was about you." He says to me. "We will have thousands of nights to pleasure each other." He pulls himself up and kisses both my breasts again. "So beautiful," he looks up at me, "I wanted you to know how we can be." He says.
"At least…Eric, let me do the same to you." I say. I have no idea how to do it, but for Eric, I'll learn and learn fast.
He smiles and shakes his head again. "My pleasure came from watching you." He says to me.
I raise an eyebrow and he laughs. "Well, for tonight, it will be enough." He says.
I guess he doesn't want me to. I look away from him. "Hey, were did you go?" He asks.
I shake my head.
He moves up so that he is laying on me and we were face to face. "Baby, if this was next week, after everything is filed and you are free, I would be throwing you over my shoulder and taking you to your room for a night of mind-blowing sex." He says. "I just want us to wait, just a few more days, okay?"
I look at him. "Then what was this?" I ask him.
He smiles. "This," kiss, "was," kiss, "me," kiss, "pleasing," kiss, "my girl."
I lean back when he comes in for another kiss. "But you're girl wants to please you too." I say to him with a pout.
"And you will, my sweet girl. But your first time will not be quick and it will not be rushed and you need to go write an email in," he looks over his shoulder at the clock, "ten minutes." He smiles at me.
"No, my beloved girl, your first time will be moonlight and roses, candlelight and soft music." He says touching my face. "I will make love to you all night and into the early morning hours. Then we will hold each other and speak of our plans for our future." He says.
"Eric I don't.." He places his fingers on my lips.
"You may not need all of that, but I will give it to you. I will give you every dream, every desire, every fantasy you have ever thought about. I will be nothing if I don't give you the world, my beautiful girl." He says.
I smile at him and touch his face. "All I want is you." I say.
He kisses me one more time and leans forward. "Come, my girl, let's get you dressed."
Knowing that nothing I do will change his mind, I follow him up and begin collecting my clothes.
I hear a hiss behind me and turn to look at him. "Are you…Eric what's wrong?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "Sookie, I might want to wait, but looking at you naked, is not helping matters." He says.
I look down to see the enormous bulge in his jeans and I can't help it, I lick my lips.
"Sookie!" He growls at me.
With that, I pick up my clothes and run to the mudroom bathroom.
Once dressed and settled, I walk out to see Eric looking out into the backyard.
I walk up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist, and leaning my head on his back.
He turns in my embrace and pulls me close.
"Do you want me to stay until you write the letter?" He asks.
I look up at him. "I can do it." I say to him.
He nods and releases me.
I walk him to the door and he turns for one more kiss. I taste myself on him and I can't help but be turned on.
"Sookie, I will be here first thing in the morning." He says to me. "We have work to do and then Saturday you're coming to the club with me, right?" He asks.
I nod. It was the anniversary of the club.
"Wouldn't miss it.," I say. "And Sunday is the BBQ and Jason's house." I say to him.
He looks at me. "You are everything to me." He says.
I lean into his hand on the side of my face. "You are my home." He says.
I look up at him and he kisses me once more before leaving.
I watch him turn around in the driveway and make his way down the road. Once I can't see him any longer, I close the door and head back to the office.
I sit down, turn the computer on, and wait for it to boot.
I know that Eric would have stayed. However, this is something I feel I need to do on my own. Bill and I may have never had a normal relationship, but I feel I need to do this.
I decide to email him to the account I know he gets everything on, his campaign account. I know that it is evil of me. Who knows who has access to that account? But if I send it to his personal account, I'm not sure when he will get it.
I set up the address and I make sure to BCC Lafayette like I was told to do.
I lean back in the chair and smile. This is the start of my new life. No scratch that; this is the start of my life, the one I lost and now found. This is my forever.
Taking a deep breath, I start.
Dear Bill,
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A/N Please please please don't hate me…I know bad place to stop. But I wanted to get this out today.
I hope you continue to enjoy the story.