“Later, buddy,” he replied back softly.
I slid my phone closed and then tapped my forehead with it.
I had, of course, called him to end things but instead we talked, we had phone sex and he gave me about a dozen reasons to believe in him. Then, through various other phone calls, he gave me more reasons to believe.
I put the phone on the table and took another sip of wine.
I needed to call Cheryl or I needed to talk to Feb or I needed to call one of my friends in Chicago.
But it was late and it was rude to call late, especially when the conversation I needed to have would likely take hours.
So I put my feet up in the chair, looked at my gorgeous grass and my pretty flower pots and, as I sipped my wine, I decided to see what Saturday might bring.
Chapter Ten
Talks
Cal turned his truck into his drive but he’d seen Vi as he drove down the street.
She was working in her front yard wearing a pair of very short shorts that showed off her tanned legs, a dark purple tank top that showed more tan skin and her hair was in a ponytail at the back of her head. He’d have been pissed she was working in her yard without him at home next door but he also saw Colt mowing his lawn, so he knew she was safe.
After he pulled into his drive, he turned his head to her and saw she’d straightened from whatever she was doing and looked his way. She swiped the back of her arm against her forehead, she had something in her hand and she was wearing garden gloves.
He grabbed his bag and got out of the truck. After he slammed the door, his eyes went back to her and she was walking toward him. She’d made it across her drive, was in his yard and she’d lost the garden tool and the gloves.
He headed to his front door and waited for her to arrive.
She did, stopping not a foot away and tipping her head back to look up at him, her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Where’re the girls?” Cal asked.
“At the mall,” Vi answered.
Cal didn’t respond, he turned to his door, unlocked it, opened it, stepped in and tossed his bag to the floor. Then he reached back through the door and yanked her in, slamming the door behind her and backing her against it, his head already coming down to take her mouth, his arms moving around to crush her to him.
She met him, their mouths and bodies colliding, as hungry for it as he was. He moved her from the door and shuffled her across the room to the couch, his hands on her shorts, her hands on the fly of his jeans. Their mouths still going at it, Vi didn’t waste time, pulled him free, her hand wrapped around his hard cock and she was stroking.
He yanked down her shorts and underwear, she stepped out of them and he shoved her back onto the couch, following her down.
In order to distract him while she tried to roll him, she used her tongue on his neck and her nails down his back but he slid a hand from her ass, down the back of her thigh to her knee, gripped it, pulled her leg out and wrapped it around his hip.
“I want the top,” she said into his ear, her voice was a demand which turned into a moan because his hand went from her leg to between them so he could press his finger to her clit. When he did, with the moan, she slid her other leg out from under him and hooked it around his thigh.
“I’m ridin’ you, buddy.”
“No fair, you always get the top.”
“Not always.”
“Most of the time.”
“You can have the top tonight.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
Her mouth came to his, her eyes smiling then he kissed her and feeling her wet, as usual with Vi, his control slipped and he replaced his finger at her clit with his dick in her cunt.
“Joe,” she breathed against his mouth, her breathing his name against his lips forcing him to drive into her harder and she whispered, “I’m glad you’re home.”
Yeah, he was home and it felt fucking great.
He rode her hard and she lifted her hips to meet him, her legs tight around his hips, her fingernails digging into his back and he rode her until she came and longer, until he did.
He stayed buried inside her, his face in her neck, her arms and legs wrapped around him and he listened as her breath steadied.
Eventually, since Vi didn’t seem to be able to be quiet very long, she asked, “How was your flight?”
“Early,” Cal said into her neck and went on, “long.”
“I’ve never been to LA.”
“Not missin’ much, buddy.”
“I heard it’s fun.”
His head came up and he looked down at her, her ponytail spread on his couch, her mouth swollen. Christ, she was beautiful.
He pressed his hips into hers, got off on watching her lips part and her eyelids lower and then he told her, “Never been there for fun.”
She smiled at him and her arm left his back so she could curl her fingers around his neck.
“You should try it.”
“Don’t do much for fun.”