Chapter 93: Trust shouldn't be given so easily…
'Trust your instincts. Intuition doesn't lie.'
-Oprah Winfrey
There was a heavy storm brewing and the town was getting prepared. They didn't have the luxury of Doppler radars or weather reports on television. The only thing they had were the eyes. There were dark storm clouds rolling in and loud booming thunder in the distance. Lightening illuminated the sky.
They've lived here long enough to know when a storm came to Jackson, you prepared for it. They checked their electricity lines, making sure they were secure.
During the civil war, the Fireflies cut off their power and it took almost a month to get it back up and running. It had been chaos. Especially at the hospital. They lost a lot of lives during that long month. They weren't going to lose anymore people.
She had been surprised when Joel invited her over the farm to wait out the storm. Maria's house was secured for any distasteful. Tommy made sure of that. Matty was afraid of storms. He thought it best to have him with his parents and sister so he would be more comfortable.
Joel brought Matty and Becca to the farm. Abby was upstairs with Ellie while Matty was in his room sleeping. It was almost seven in the evening when Becca stepped out onto the porch with two cups of coffee in her hands.
The wind was howling as raindrops started to fall. She jumped slightly as the thunder cracked loudly. She looked up at the sky, seeing the lightening bolt illuminating the sky. She hoped lightning didn't hit their power lines. While their farm was secure and well equipped for any disasters. You can't compete with nature.
She stared up at the sky in fascination. She's always loved thunderstorms. Ever since she was a kid, she would stay up and watch the storms. She was enamored with Mother Nature. The way she came in, sometimes leaving destruction in her wake. She had no remorse.
She's always loved nature and appreciated the beauty in the world. It's why she loved gardening so much. She could be apart of creating something beautiful to come from the earth.
She saw Joel in the distance. He was ushering the sheep into the barn. The wind made the barn doors slam loudly and she could see him struggling. She sighed and placed the cups of coffee on the porch, deciding to help him. He was too stubborn and hard headed to ask for help.
She grabbed her coat from inside and ran down to help him. She began rallying the sheep, trying to lead them back into the barn, but they were just as stubborn as their handler.
He looked up at her, his eyes widening as he saw her gathering the sheep into the barn. He shook his head, smiling to himself. She knew what she was doing. She was good on a cutting horse too. He could tell she grew up on a farm, which he was thankful for because he had not a clue of what he was doing.
Once the sheep were gathered into the barn, they made sure they were fed and comfortable before he closed and locked the doors.
He looked up and sighed as the rain started to come down,'We should get back to the house. It's gonna start pouring pretty soon.'
She nodded and she grabbed his hand as they ran back to the house. They got on the porch just in time as the torrential downpour of rain started. It came down in buckets and she watched in fascination as the thunder and lightening illuminated the sky.
He grabbed his cup of coffee, silently watching her as she watched the thunderstorm. The warm weather intensified the storm, making the wind howl. The cool breeze felt good though. He enjoyed rain himself. It was relaxing.
He placed his hand on her back and rubbed it softly,'Thanks for helping me out there.' He snorted,'Sometimes I think it's easier to bring the barn to them.'
She laughed and shook her head,'They just need a gentle touch. They don't like to be bossed around.'
He snorted and took a sip of his coffee,'Just like a woman.'
She gently elbowed his stomach as she picked up her cup of coffee. She continued to stare out into the rain, shaking her head in disbelief,'Isn't it beautiful?'
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his side,'Sure fuckin is.'
She didn't look up at him, but she could feel his eyes on her. She knew he wasn't talking about the storm. Ever since their dinner in the barn two weeks ago, things have been going relatively well between them. They haven't gone as far as kissing and PG rated touches, but they were content with the progression of things.
Tony even noticed a shift between them. There should be considering they've been going at this for almost a month and a half now. Their communication was better. They weren't afraid to talk about certain things. They still had disagreements, but they didn't end up on screaming matches where they walked away refusing to solve their problems. They still had issues, but rather than avoiding them, they were fixing it.
He kissed her temple and gently squeezed her shoulders,'You and your fucking thunderstorms.'
She rolled her eyes playfully and laughed,'They're pretty to look at it. Much like you.'
He snorted at her corny compliment and huffed,'I've been called many things, but pretty ain't one of them.'
'To me you are.' She wrapped her arm around his waist as she looked up at the sky, shaking her head,'Thunderstorms make music too, ya know.' She closed her eyes and sighed, whispering,'Just listen.'
He resisted the urge to laugh. He always teased her about being a tree hugging hippy, but he appreciated how she saw the world. She saw the beauty in everything. It's one of the things that made him fall in love with her.
He took a deep breath and pulled her even closer,'I listen to the music.' His admission made her look up at him,'When we separated, I thought I wouldn't hear the music anymore. And…when ya got shot I was afraid I wouldn't hear it again.'
'Do ya hear it now?'
'I do.' He nodded as he looked up at the sky,'I listen everyday.'
She didn't know why his words brought tears to her eyes. He wasn't telling her what he wanted her to hear. She genuinely cared about her.
She finished her cup of coffee and placed it on the table,'Ben used to make fun of me for it. I never told David about it because he would try to beat it outta me anyway.'
She didn't tell him things for pity. She stated them as fact because she wanted him to know. He would always be angry at the people who hurt her, but it didn't seem to affect her as much as it did before. She took her power back.
He kissed her forehead as she wrapped both of her arms around his waist,'I ain't gonna take that from ya. I think it's…nice. Beautiful that ya think like that. The way ya see the world. Ya still see the beauty in all this shit.'
'Of course I do. Why wouldn't I? You don't see the beauty that's around us right now.'
'I do.' He nodded and sighed,'I just ain't take the time to really appreciate it until I could.' He grinned as he looked over her face,'I got beauty all around me right now.'
She blushed slightly as she rested her head on his chest, whispering,'You're a charmer, Joel Miller.'
He laughed as he rubbed her back,'Only for you, darlin.' He rested his chin on top of her shoulder and sighed,'Matty seems to be doing okay through this.'
'I made sure to tucker him out nice and good before he went to bed. Thank you for asking us to come here.'
He shrugged as he nuzzled into her shoulder, wishing her skin was bare,'I wanted you and Matty here in case the power went out. I wanted you here with me.' He smirked,'I'm afraid of storms too. Ya might have to hold me all night.'
She snickered at that and ran her hand through his hair,'You're not afraid of anything.'
He wanted to tell her she was wrong. Joel Miller was afraid of a lot of things. He was afraid of losing his family. Her realizing she doesn't want to be with him. Fireflies coming and taking them away from him. He's afraid of it all. He knows she afraid too, but they've shared their fears together. There isn't a reason to go through it alone anymore.
They had her birthday trip planned five days from now. They would be all alone for a weekend. Tony thought it was a great idea. It'll give them a chance to cultivate everything they've shared together. Hopefully, it would bring them closer.
She took a deep breath to gather her courage to ask him,'You want me to leave after the storm?'
He wanted to tell her to never leave. He wanted her here all the time. For good this time.
'Stay. Stay the night.' His words were muffled into her shoulder as he sat back on the bench and pulled her into his lap,'We ain't got nowhere to be tonight and it's early. Just sit here with me.'
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her as close as he possibly could. She didn't know what got into him tonight. He usually isn't this clingy. She wouldn't complain though. She was starved for affection. He seemed to be to.
She wouldn't ask him right now where she would sleep. Deep down, she already knew his answer. She didn't have the courage to ask yet. She was content to just sit here with him and enjoy his company.
She ran her hands through his hair as she searched his face,'You okay?'
He laughed and kissed her forehead, whispering,'I'm better than okay. I got a gorgeous woman in my lap and two beautiful healthy kids upstairs.' He kissed her forehead again,'I'm fuckin fantastic.'
The rain fell heavily as the thunder boomed loudly. She jumped slightly and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, laughing to himself. And she said she wasn't afraid of thunderstorms. He thought about teasing her, but he was too content with what they were doing now.
She turned around in his lap to watch the storm. Her back was pressed up against his chest and her ass was sitting directly and firmly on his crotch. He kept his arms wrapped around her, intently studying her as she watched the storm.
He shook his head to himself. He had such a beautiful woman. Everything about her. He was still so in love with her. He knew she was still in love with him too. He could see it in her eyes whenever she looked at him. They haven't said the words since they've separated. He thought about saying it so many times, but didn't know how she would respond to it. He didn't want her thinking he was using those words against her.
As if sending him staring at her, she slowly turned around in his lap to face him.
Her eyes looked over his face as she ran her hands through his long curly hair,'I love your hair long like this.'
He laughed and leaned back on the bench, lightly resting his hands on her lips,'I'm too lazy to cut it and my ridiculously sexy hairdresser's been busy.'
She blushed at that and shook her head,'I love it. It suits you.' She stared directly in his eyes, whispering,'There's more to hold onto.'
He felt the warmth radiate throughout his body. His skin felt flushed and a layer of goosebumps fleshed out upon his skin. They haven't been alone together on the farm like this in awhile. It's been months since they've sat on the porch alone together like this, with the kids upstairs in their rooms.
He licked his lips as he ran a hand through her hair,'I thought you were supposed to be watching the storm?'
'This is more interesting.' She shrugged,'I can watch storms at any time. It's a rare day when I get to sit in Joel Miller's lap.'
He snorted and gently tugged on the end of her hair,'You could sit in my lap anytime ya want.' He pulled her closer for emphasis,'My lap is always available to you.'
She rested her forehead against his, relishing in how deep his voice became. He clutched her waist as their lips ghosted over each others. They didn't kiss yet, but breathed each other in.
Why would she watch a storm when they have their own raging right here?
His eyes locked onto hers as he gently tugged on the zipper of her jacket,'Can I?'
She nodded silently as he slowly unzipped her jacket. His large hands slid inside of it as slid it off her shoulders. His eyes never left hers as she lifted up her arms to help him take it off, revealing a red flannel underneath. He placed her jacket on the table and leaned back.
His eyes looked her over as if he were carefully assessing her. She saw his eyes fixated on the buttons of her flannel, like he was contemplating something. She knew what he wanted. He didn't even have to ask.
Her fingers were surprisingly steady as he began unbuttoning her flannel. She pulled it open, but didn't take it off. She would let him do that if he wanted to.
His eyes rested on her cleavage in the spaghetti strapped top. Her tits for heavier after giving birth. She said they might stay that way. He loved her body before, but he appreciated the curves of her body now, knowing it brought their beautiful son into this world.
She took his hands and placed them on her chest,'We've been on like six dates. Teenagers have gone farther than we have.'
He snorted at that and shook his head,'We've danced before, darlin.'
'Not this time around we haven't.' She grinned,'This is totally new, remember?' She rolled her eyes,'Touch me, Joel. Please.'
He bit back a moan at her last word. He slowly and carefully placed his hands on her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra and he could see her dark nipples through the white of her thin shirt. He wanted to put his mouth on them. He wanted to suck on her tits and bury his face in them as he fucked her hard into the mattress. He wanted to watch them bounce as he slowly fucked her into oblivion.
He licked his lips as he gently squeezed them. He looked over her face, making sure she was alright. She had a glazed look in her heavy lidded eyes and his cock twitched at that. She wanted this as much as he did. She asked for it and he would give it to her.
'This isn't why I asked ya to take your coat off.' He was whispering raggedly as he squeezed and groped her tits over her shirt,'I just wanted to see your beautiful body, baby.'
She let out a breathy laugh as his rough and calloused thumbs swiped over her nipples,'Why just look when you can touch too?
His eyes rolled into the back of his head, whispering,'Fucking Christ.'
He rested his head on her shoulder. He nudged her flannel off her shoulder with his nose and kissed her shoulder, licking at her skin,'You taste so good.' He licked her shoulder again, making her gasp as he squeezed her tits,'You're so goddamned soft.'
She bit her bottom lip as she placed her hand on his crotch over his jeans. She traced the outline of his erection with her hand. He groaned at that and his hips arched up, letting out a desperate moan. He couldn't help himself. It's been so long since a woman's touched him. He was starved for affection too. He wanted inside her body so bad. It's all he could think about at times.
It was different when he never had her. He didn't know how good he had it until it was gone. Sometimes he wished he never met her at all. He wouldn't have to deal with this sick fucking need day in and day out.
Their bodies were shaking as he cupped the back of her head and finally kissed her. She groaned inside his mouth as she continued to run her hand up and down his length over his jeans. His hands groped her tits. She slowly pulled away from his lips and gently tangled her hands in his hair, guiding his head down to her chest.
His eyes widened as he looked up at her. Her lips were red and swollen from their kisses. Her hair was messed up from his hands. Her cheeks were red and she has a blissed out look on her face.
He placed his hands on her lower back to steady her. He placed his mouth over her right tit. He flicked his tongue all around her nipple over her shirt. He got it nice and wet so he could fully see and taste her. He didn't know if she was ready for him to see them and he wouldn't ask. He would take what she would give him. God, he would fucking take it.
Her shirt was soaked by the time he was finished. He switched to her other tit, giving it the same attention. He relished in her moans and gasps.
She tugged on his hair as she writhed in his lap. His wet hot mouth felt so good, even over her shirt. She's never done any of this with another man. She always thought being erotic was a myth in a marriage, but she's learned it's very important in order for marriages to last. Sex isn't always about orgasms. It was about the connection and how good it feels to be close with someone.
She bit her lip to stifle her moan as she gripped him over his jeans. He moaned into her tits and his hips jerked at how good it felt. Her eyes widened as he let out a slight whimper. She was moving all around in his lap desperately. They were both so keyed up for each other, but they moved slowly and took their time to enjoy this.
'El's upstairs with Abby.' Her words were coming out in ragged, harsh whispers as he gently bit her nipple over her shirt, making her moan slightly,'Fuck, that feels good.'
'Let em hear.' He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her hungrily, mumbling against her lips,'She's an adult. She's probably getting hers anyway. Let's get ours too.'
A delicious thrill ran through her body. The storm was raging as they sat on the porch together. The loud thunder masked their moans and ragged breathing. She wasn't as cold as she should be. He was warming her up just fine.
She wished she could touch him too. She unzipped his jacket and he leaned back, letting her unbutton his flannel. She chewed on her bottom lip as she slid her hands underneath his t shirt. She slid her hands up to his bare chest, gently scratching at the coarse hair there. His chest was broad and his stomach was lean from years of hard labor. His body was fit and healthy. He was in the best shape of his life.
Her hands burned as she touched his bare skin for the first time in months. He seemed to appreciate it too. His eyelids were fluttering as he bit his bottom lip. His abdominal muscles clenched and unclenched. He opened his eyes to look at her and she saw his pupils blown black.
'Yes.' He nodded adamantly and his entire body jerked when her thumbs brushed across his pectoral muscles,'Fuck yes. Put your hands on me, baby. Please.'
Her eyes widened slightly. Joel Miller didn't beg for anything. It exhilarated her knowing he wanted this connection just as much as she did. She knew they wouldn't have sex. They wouldn't even touch each others' bare bodies. Not out on the porch in the middle of a storm anyway. They could have this. They needed this.
He took a deep breath as he ran his hands underneath the flannel, pulling it completely off her shoulders. She hurriedly took it off and placed it on top of her jacket.
His hands rubbed up and down her arms,'Ya cold, darlin?'
'Not at all.' She smirked,'You'll keep me warm.'
He groaned at that as he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her against him,'You fuckin know it.'
He stared at the wet spots from his mouth over her chest and licked his lips. He needed to put his mouth on them again. He leaned forward and began sucking and licking her tits over her shirt. She placed her hands on his bare chest underneath his t shirt, gently tugging on his chest hair. He growled at that and buried his head in her cleavage, breathing raggedly against her skin.
She was moving around in his lap and he placed his hands on her hips, stilling her movements as he did the same,'Give me a minute.' He laughed slightly,'It's been a long time since ya put your hands on me. I wanna enjoy this.'
She nodded as she kissed the top of his head,'It's been the same amount of time for me too.'
They were telling each there's been no one else. Not during all of this. They didn't sand anything else to come between them.
He pressed open mouthed kisses on her cleavage. His hands slid up her sides and skimmed the sides of her breasts. He slowly slid his hands to her front to cup them.
He pushed them together over her shirt and licked his lips, moaning softly, whispering,'I can't wait to fuck these too.'
She frowned as she was confused by his words and shook her head,'What does that mean?'
He saw her eyes drop down to her lap. He sighed and cupped her chin, lifting her head up to look at him,'Ya ain't got nothing to be ashamed of. Ya can ask me anything.' He ducked his head to meet her gaze,'I'm your man. I ain't gonna judge ya for anything.' He licked his lips, whispering,'Ya wanna know what it means, darlin?' He waited for her to nod her head,'It's when I put my dick between these beautiful tits of yours and fuck them until I come all over them.' He squeezed them for emphasis,'That's what it means.'
She blinked her eyes, processing the information. She felt foolish sometimes. She was almost forty and there was still a lot she didn't know when it came to sex. Since birth, she's had religion shoved down her throat. Sex was never talked about in the home. Her parents never kept things that were considered 'mature' around her. They didn't even have cable anyway. She was taught sex is solely between a husband and wife. She was never taught sex can be fun and not just because it was a responsibility.
While sex with Ben wasn't terrible, it wasn't very exciting. They only did missionary and everything else was considered a chore for him. He only expected for her to lay there while he got off. She couldn't remember a time she ever came with Ben. David wasn't something she considered to be sex. He took what he wanted from her without her ever getting anything but pain out of it.
Everything was different with Joel. She could have fun with him. She didn't have to be afraid with him. He made her feel so good. She actually looked forward to being with him. Once she let go of her fears and discovered he wasn't going to judge her, she finally felt free. Here in this moment, it's the freest she's ever felt.
She slid her hands down to his stomach, her fingers tracing the contours of his abdominal muscles,'I wanna do that with you.' She nodded and met his gaze, giving him a clear indication of what she wanted,'Very soon.'
His eyes widened and he slumped back against the bench, snorting slightly,'Well shit.' He bit his lip as his hands slid underneath the back of her shirt, his fingers lightly caressing her skin, making her tremble slightly,'Ya cold?' He stared at her pert nipples protruding from her shirt,'Ya look cold to me.'
'Not cold.' She shook her head,'Just happy. And happy. Really fucking happy, Joel.'
He grinned his hands fully grasped her bare waist,'I'm happy too, Bec.' He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, gasping as she started moving again,'Ya wanna get off on me, huh?'
'Yes.' She slid her hand down to his crotch as gently squeezed him over his jeans, but took her hand away, giving him a small smile,'Slow though.'
'Slow.' He nodded as his eyes looked her over, licking his lips,'We gonna dry hump out here like teenagers?'
She laughed and shook her head,'Depends on your definition of slow.'
He huffed and his head dropped back against the bench,'I ain't got a definition for slow and ya know it.' He shrugged,'Honestly? Women usually never waited.'
'That irresistible, huh?' She smirked.
'It ain't about that.' He chuckled,'I just ain't really had to wait for it. The kinda girls I usually dated weren't the waiting type anyway.
She smiled softly as she slowly unbuttoned his jeans and his eyebrow raised questioningly,'Just making things more comfortable for ya.' She grinned,'You looked a little uncomfortable.'
'Wonder why?' He rested his arms back against the bench and leaned back, giving herself the freedom to do what she wanted.
She unzipped his jeans and he chuckled, shaking his head,'Now we won't be able to explain this away to El.'
'My shirt is soaked from your mouth. I unzip your pants and now you're worried about El?' She laughed and shook her head,'You're a silly man, Joel Miller.'
She slid her hands inside his jeans and his eyes widened when she gripped him over his boxers. He hissed and arched his hips up, biting his bottom lip,'I'm a very fuckin turned on man. You keep touching me like that.'
She looked up at him and smirked. She placed her index finger over his lips, whispering,'Hush hush. You think too much.'
He watched with bated breath as she slid down his body and got on her knees in between his legs. His heart was pounding so hard he could hear the loud thumping in his ears. His blood was running hot. His body was trembling with desire as she sat up straight on her knees as she pulled his erect cock out of his pants.
He was fully erect. His cock hot and heavy in her hands, thick and pulsing. There was precum dribbling out of his tip. His balls felt heavy. He was so close to coming. Especially after she put her hands around him. He didn't know what she had in mind, but God he would let her do anything she wanted.
He needed her in this moment.
She didn't say anything as she wrapped her mouth around him. All the breath left his lungs as he felt her hot and wet mouth slide down around him. He stared down at her intently as she took him in as fully as she could. Her cheeks were hollowed out and both of her hands were slowly jerking him off. He was almost buried to the hilt inside her mouth. She took him in so good.
She began to bob her head up and down on his cock as she jerked and pumped his cock. He didn't know why what possessed her to do this. Anyone could come upon them in this moment. Ellie, Abby or some fucking infected. Who could give a goddamned. The woman he loved was giving him something he thought he'd never get from her.
Trust.
He dropped his head back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He tangled his hands in her hair and bunched it in his fist. He slightly slumped back on the bench and spread his legs when wider, unashamedly giving himself to her.
She took one of her hands off his cock and slid it up underneath his shirt. She let her hand roam over his chest. His muscles clenched against her hand as he arched his hips up. His hands were gently tugging on her hair, bunched in his tight closed fists. He gently guided her head up and down on his cock, slowly fucking her mouth.
The only sounds that could be heard were her sucking and slurping on his cock and his moans. The thunder muffled his moans and grunts of pleasure. He was leaking in her mouth, but she licked him up greedily.
He looked down at her, seeing her eyes focused intently on him. She was solely giving him pleasure. He let himself relinquish control over to her and just enjoy this.
He felt the tightening in his balls and the warmth spreading throughout his entire body. His body was flushed with sweat. The cool breeze from the storm felt good on his body. He was a fifty eight year old man getting his dick sucked on the porch, but fuck if he wasn't enjoying himself.
'Fuck.' He tugged on her hair as he rose his hips up,'I'm about to come, pull off baby.'
He gritted his teeth as she refused to pull off. He tried to sit up, but she placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back against the bench. She tightened her mouth around him as she sucked and pumped his cock.
He took his hands out of her hair. His hands were shaking as he ran them through his hair. His cock was pulsing as his entire body shook. His hips stilled as his come spurted inside her mouth. He let out a strangled gasp that sounded like her name. Thankfully, the thunder boomed loudly, muffling his moans of pleasure.
She continued to suck his cock, milking every last drop out of him. He leaned over her body and rested a shaky hand on the back of her head, whispering raggedly,'I can't…'
He shook his head as he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He came so hard he was struggling to speak. He hasn't had anything but his hand in months. She's the only woman who could render him speechless.
She finally relented and pulled off him with a dirty 'pop'. He looked over her. She was wiping the back of her mouth. Her hair was a mess and her lips were swollen. Her cheeks were bright red as she wiped the tears off them. He was bigger than she's ever had.
She put his softening cock back inside his boxers and zipped and buttoned his jeans back up.
He cupped her cheek and stroked her cheekbone with his thumb, shaking his head,'What about you?'
'What about me?'
'You didn't come too.' He placed his hands on her arms and gently pulled her up onto his lap,'Let me get ya off too.'
She shook her head and smiled softly,'It doesn't always have to be like that.' She shrugged,'I wanted to make ya feel good so I did. Just because I gave you head doesn't mean you have to get me off.' She met his gaze,'They'll be other times. You know that.'
He nodded because he did. There would be other times. He could feel it in his bones. He knew she did too.
He wrapped his arms around her and she rested her head against his chest. They just sat there for awhile and held each other as they watched the storm. It started to get late and they were getting tired, deciding to get cleaned up and go to bed.
They walked inside the house and Joel nodded towards the living room,'I'll sleep on the couch.'
She frowned and shook her head,'No, you get up earlier than me. You need the rest. You take the bed. I'll be fine on the couch.'
He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed, knowing this would be a point of contention between them,'Just sleep in the bed.' He held up his hand as she opened her mouth to protest,'Before you start ranting and raving and don't let me finish. I was gonna say just sleep in the bed with me.' He rolled his eyes and sighed,'You just had my dick in your mouth a few minutes ago. I think we're mature enough to sleep in the same bed together. I'm exhausted anyway. You drained me dry. Literally. You look tired too.'
'Thanks.' She snorted as she looked over at him,'I know you wouldn't do anything. I trust you. I feel safe with you.'
He felt his heart clench in his stomach. It's the second time she said those words to me. It made him feel good, knowing she trusted him and felt safe with him. It's all he wanted from her.
He pointed up to the stairs,'You take the shower first. I gotta go check on the horses anyway.'
She nodded as she walked over to him and leaned up, giving him a kiss on his cheek,'I'll see ya in bed.'
A chill ran through him at his words. He hasn't heard those words from her in a long time. He found himself getting choked up and nodded silently, clearing his throat. He walked out the door before he said something stupid, like 'I love you.'
Becca watched him walk out the door and smiled to herself. They were getting there. Slowly but surely.
She sighed and walked up the stairs. She was exhausted herself and just wanted a hot shower and bed. She got to the top of the stairs and her eyes widened when she saw Abby walking out of their bedroom.
'What are you doing?'
Abby jumped at the sound of her voice. She swallowed harshly when she saw Becca standing there. She folded her hands behind her back and shook her head,'Nothing. I was looking for more blankets.'
Becca narrowed her eyes and pointed at the closet in the hallway,'They're in there. I'm surprised Ellie didn't tell ya that considering she knows where they're at. I figured ya woulda asked her.'
Becca didn't want to sound accusatory, but ever since she met Abby something felt different about her. She kept these concerns to herself. She didn't want to get Joel all riled up or Ellie be angry with her. She didn't like to misjudge people or make assumptions. She knew how it felt to be accused of things you didn't do, but she couldn't help but feel suspicious about her. Especially since she just caught her coming out of their bedroom.
She seemed empty handed though. She wouldn't let Joel know. It would only anger him and he seemed to be in a really good mood tonight. Ellie was probably sleeping or else she wouldn't have been happy ahout it either. She would keep this to herself. For now at least. She would keep a very close eye on her from now on though.
She sighed and walked over to the closet. She opened it up and took out two blankets, handing them to her,'Joel is very private and doesn't like people in his room. Don't ever go in there ever again or you'll never be allowed over here. Understood?' She met the young woman's gaze,'You'll never find all the good stuff in there anyway.' She gave her a small smile,'It's getting late and you have school tomorrow.'
Abby's face was unreadable as she silently nodded and walked into Ellie's bedroom. Becca made sure to watch her walk in and close the door behind her. She's also going to make sure Joel has his room locked up at all times. No one should just walk into their room of their own free will. They didn't like their privacy invaded like that.
They kept everything locked up and hidden. No one would be able to find it. What was she looking for anyway?
She walked into their bedroom and looked around. It didn't seem like anything was disturbed. The closet was opened and she wondered if she was really looking for blankets or something else. She carefully inspected everything. Nothing seemed to be taken or moved around. She was either innocent or really really good.
She looked out the window and saw Joel heading back to the house. She hurriedly grabbed her pajamas and went to take a shower, knowing he would want to get one too. She quickly showered and dressed, walking back into the bedroom.
She smiled softly when she saw him getting undressed. He was shirtless and down to his boxers. She took a moment to appreciate his body. She hasn't seem like this in a very long time. It felt good to be back in their bedroom again.
While she loved being with Maria, she missed her own bed. The guest room felt cold, empty and lonely. Their room felt warm, cozy and comforting. She missed being home.
He sensed her eyes on him and looked back at her over his shoulder,'I'll be quick and we can get some sleep.' He saw the serious look on her face and shook his head,'What?'
She thought about telling him she saw Abby coming out of their room, but she didn't want to upset him if it was for nothing. He always said she was distrusting of everyone. More so than him. She hated to be like that, but she was protective of her happiness.
'Nothing.' She shook her head,'I'm just happy to be back home. Even if it's just overnight.'
He smiled and grabbed his pajamas. He kissed the side of her head,'I'll be back.'
She walked over to their bed and sat down on her side. She smiled when she saw her Knick knacks still on their nightstand. He still kept all of her things up in their room. All of her photos and candles. It was like she never left. Maybe he wanted it like that. She could still smell her scent everywhere. Her clothes were even still in the drawers and closets.
She was lying in bed when he walked back into the bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind him. He was wearing sweatpants and a t shirt. His wet hair was brushed back.
He climbed into bed next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders,'Can I hold ya tonight?'
The way he asked it, shy and hopeful. She leaned up and kissed his lips quickly, whispering,'All night.'
He sighed in relief. He was in the shower, going over how he would ask her that question. She answered so simply. Of course she would.
She slid closer to his side as he laid on his back. He leaned over the nightstand and turned off the light. She rested her head on his chest as he wrapped both of his arms around her, holding her tightly. She draped her leg over his and wrapped her arm around his midsection, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
She kissed his chest, whispering,'Goodnight, Joel.'
He kissed the top of her head, whispering back,'Goodnight, my darlin.'
They both closed their eyes. They reveled in this moment, never thinking they would have this again. Maybe they could actually get a good nights' rest.
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The sun hadn't yet risen when Joel opened his eyes. Judging by the sky, the sun was just about to rise. He was usually up earlier, but he couldn't bring himself yet out of bed. Not when he had a warm and beautiful woman in his arms.
He's had the best sleep he's had in months. Before their separation, they rarely went to be or woke up together. Joel would spend most nights on the couch, making up some flimsy excuse about being an early riser. The distance was so far between them he mine as well have been in Boston. They would rather avoid the situation than face in head on.
He looked down at her sleeping soundly in his arms and smiled to himself. They weren't running anymore.
Somehow, throughout the night she rolled over onto her side. Her back was pressed up against his chest and his arm was wrapped tightly around her waist. Her ass was against his crotch, which made things uncomfortable first thing in the morning.
She wasn't wearing anything revealing. Just pajama pants and a spaghetti strapped shirt, but he knew what was underneath it. They were both pretty covered up. He usually doesn't wear a shirt to bed, but he didn't want to think they were moving too fast. He was still recovering from her giving him head on the porch.
He buried his face in her neck, closing his eyes as he breathed her in. He still couldn't get it out of his mind. He'll never look at the porch the same way again, with her on her knees for him and bobbing her head on his cock.
She moaned softly in her sleep and his cock twitched in his pants. She stirred in her sleep as she settled further in the bed. He kept his hand on her waist, not wanting to get fresh with her.
He couldn't help but nuzzle into her neck though. He leaned his hips back to resist the urge to grind himself against her. He woke up this morning with his hand on her tit and had to slyly move it away without waking her up. He forgot how handsy he was in his sleep.
Becca slowly blinked her eyes opened and smiled lazily when she felt him kiss her shoulder. He trailed light kisses up the length of her neck as he nuzzled into her skin.
She felt well rested, having slept throughout the night. She had felt his hands groping her tits in the middle of the night. At first, she thought he had been awake and trying to test the waters, but she turned her head to find him sound asleep. She loved how he had to touch her even in his sleep. She's forgotten what being wanted felt like.
She hummed softly as she gently pressed her ass against his crotch, letting him know she was awake. She heard him growl softly, the sound reverberating into her skin and making her entire body shiver. She's missed this, slowly and groggily running their hands over each other first thing in the morning. Somewhere along the line, they've lost this and were finally getting it back.
His hand that was on her waist slowly slid up her side and over her left breast. He gently cupped it over her shirt and squeezed it, his thumb rubbing circles over her nipple. She bit her bottom lip to muffle her groan. She could feel the wetness seeping into her panties. She was still so turned on from last night. She touched herself in the shower after she got him off. She was so turned on. She had to cover her mouth with her hand to muffle her moans as she came so hard her knees buckled.
She hoped he would get her off this morning. So was so tired of doing it herself. It didn't feel the same. Nothing or anyone else ever did.
His other hand came snaking up to her front. He slid it to the waistband of her pants. As if reading her mind, he slowly and cautiously slid his hand inside them. He waited for a moment, giving her time to stop him, but she didn't. She whimpered lowly as she spread her legs even wider for him, silently letting him know this is what she wanted.
He moaned at her eagerness as he slid his hand even further inside her pants. He ran his index and middle finger down her panties, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when he felt her wetness. She was soaked through her panties. He fucking loved how wet she always got for him. He's never had that kind of pleasure with another woman.
She whined impatiently and he smirked at her eagerness. He slid his hand inside her panties, running his fingers up and down the length of her slit. He gently bit at her neck, making his way up to her ear as he tongue licked around the shell of it. He slid his index finger inside her cunt, groaning when he felt how tight she is. Her fingers didn't work herself as good as he did. He wanted his thick cock stretching her out again. Her laid out before him like a goddamned feast.
He slid his middle finger inside her and slowly began moving them in and out of her. He could hear the sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her slick. It was the most erotic thing he's ever heard.
His thumb started rubbing her clit as he reveled in the sounds of her moans being muffled into his arm. She gripped his arm with both of her hands as he continued to squeeze and grope her tit, his other hand getting her off. He was giving her sloppy and wet kisses all over her neck.
He cautiously added a third finger inside her, making her entire body jerk from the intrusion. He halted for a moment, but she didn't pull or away or protest. She impatiently arched her hips, silently pleading for him to continue. He was never one to disappoint a lady in bed. At least that's what he's been told anyway.
They didn't say a word as his hands worked over her body. He curled his fingers deep inside her as his thumb rubbed furiously at her clit. He still remembered her body like the back of his hand. He knew what it took to get her off. He was eager to explore all the other ways he could make her come. What else turned her on. Just as he was eager to show that side of himself to her as well.
She bit into his arm as he pussy clamped around his fingers. He knew she was close judging by the way her legs clenched together. His fingers slid in and out of her slowly, but his thumb pressed against her clit hard.
He looked down and watched her face, seeing it contorted in pleasure. He could feel gushes of her wetness seeping out of her and onto his fingers. He wished he could bury his face between her legs and feast on her cunt.
Would she want that? Would she even let him? Maybe for another day.
He continued to work on her as she came down from her orgasm, letting her ride it out.
She closed her eyes and licked her suddenly dry lips. Her head felt cloudy and hazy. She felt dizzy and lightheaded. She's never come that hard before. Her hands couldn't make her feel that good.
He slid his fingers out of her pants and brought his wet fingers up to his mouth. She watched him with hooded eyes as he sucked his fingers clean. She saw his eyelids flutter as he moaned softly.
He bent down and brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her deeply and filthily, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She cupped the back of his neck as she moaned into his mouth. She couldn't taste his morning breath. All she could taste was him and herself. It was a heady combination.
He pulled away from her and looked over her face,'Best fuckin breakfast I ever had.'
She laughed softly as he winked and kissed her forehead before getting himself up out of bed,'I should go assess the damage from the storm.'
She nodded as she sat up in bed,'I should head back to Maria's to see if the house faired all right.'
He nodded silently as he pulled his clothes out for the day. This is the part he hated the most.
Leaving.
Her words reminded him this was only temporary. There wouldn't be nights or mornings like they just shared. He didn't mean the oral sex. He missed her being here with him, lying in bed with him and holding each other.
She reluctantly got up out of bed as she pulled some clothes out of her overnight bag,'I'll stay for breakfast and see how my garden faired though before I leave. I'll walk around with you to see if anything's damaged.'
He finally turned around at that and gave her a small smile,'I would like that.'
She nodded and smiled softly,'Me too.' She sighed and walked over to him, wrapping her arm around his waist,'I would like that too.' She rested her head on his shoulder,'I'll go and start the coffee.'
He smiled to himself as he watched her grab her flannel before walking out of the bedroom, still buttoning her jeans back up. He looked back at the crumpled bedsheets and comforter on the bed, shaking his head.
Tony was going to be a smug asshole when he hears about this.
Becca walked downstairs and her eyes widened when she saw Abby standing by the stove. She seemed to be cooking eggs and bacon.
The young girl turned around and gave her a bright smile over her shoulder,'Oh hi, Mrs. Miller! I wanted to apologize for last night so I made breakfast. There's a pot of coffee.'
Becca looked over at her warily and gave her a tight smile,'Thank you.'
Becca wondered if it was poisoned and mentally chastised herself for thinking Ellie's girlfriend was a psycho Firefly, but after Tommy and Sharon's dalliance, she would believe anything. She didn't think a Firefly would be stupid enough to poison them. It was too 'civilian' for them. They loved something flashy to give people a good show.
Becca walked over to the counter and pulled a couple coffee mugs out,'Thank you, Abby.'
She looked up at her and grinned,'No problem at all. I am really sorry about last night. It'll never happen again.'
'Don't mention it.'
As Becca looked at her she didn't think it would happen again. Abby wouldn't be so stupid to make the same mistake next time.
A few minutes later, Joel came waltzing into the kitchen,'Do I smell bacon?'
'Abby cooked us breakfast.' Becca declared as she handed him a cup of coffee,'To say her thanks for letting her stay here over night for the storm.'
Abby's eyes widened as she looked up at her. She seemed almost surprised Becca didn't tell her about being caught the night before. The young woman studied her for a moment, almost as if she were trying to figure out her deal too.
Becca took another sip of her coffee. She hasn't died yet so that was a good sign,'Isn't that nice of her Joel?'
'Yeah.' He nodded as he patted her back,'Ya didn't have to do that.'
'It was no trouble.' She shrugged as she looked away from Becca,'No trouble at all.'
Becca saw Joel grin. He probably felt proud their daughter chose another good one. All she felt was uneasy. She should tell him and Ellie. They promised to always be upfront with each other, but she didn't want to seem crazy or paranoid. She wished she never saw her last night.
Sometimes ignorance is truly bliss.
(up next, Becca starts digging into Abby's past. Ellie finds out about it and is NOT happy Becca went behind her back. Teenagers.)