She smiled at me.
"Do you know that when we bought this house, we found hundreds of tiny bird skeletons by the windows. It was so sad. So, we had Cynthia build us faux hawks!"
"Cynthia?"
"Evan's ex. She's a metalsmith."
"Of course she is."
I felt like crying suddenly. I was so tired.
"I think I should lie down..."
"Oh wait, you haven't seen the best part."
"What's that?"
"The bathroom!"
I followed her into an adjoining bathroom. It was huge with black and white Moroccan tiles and an egg shaped bathtub under another large window. This one had a smaller faux hawk hanging just outside.
"It's incredible..."
"Just wait, you definitely need to try the egg."
I laughed and nodded.
"Not too hot though, that's not good for the baby."
"Thanks Bets."
Betsy ran the bath and poured in some delicious smelling essential oils and left me alone to relax. Five minutes later I was soaking in a warm slice of heaven.
I closed my eyes and let my mind drift.
As usual, it drifted back to Kyle. No matter what I did, I couldn't seem to get him out of my mind. I had so many memories to chose from. Making love with him in his dorm room... the hotel... almost making love in his car...
I stopped fighting it and sank lower in the tub. The water swished against my body, touching me everywhere at once. I tried to imagine Kyle here, with me. It wasn't too hard to think about what he might do.
If he was here, I was pretty sure he'd climb into the tub with me. He'd soap me up, rubbing his rough hands over my nipples. Then he'd bite my neck as he guided me onto his lap. I'd straddle his gorgeous cock, letting it fill me up under the water. He'd lift me and lower me, helping me ride him...
I leaned back in the tub and let my fingers slide up and down my * lips. I shivered, even though I wasn't cold. One hand reached up to pinch my nipples as the other delved inside, stroking me like he would have. I took my time, picking up the pace, imagining him flexing his hips as he fucked me from below.
I used two hands now, one diving in and out of my opening while the other strummed quickly over my clit. He always made sure I came, and that was the fastest way. It was so real that I could almost feel him there with me.
Almost...
I pictured his handsome face as the whole world shattered. I shook in the tub as I came, making waves in the bathwater.
I crawled out of the tub and into bed even though it was the middle of the afternoon.
Finally, for the first time in a week, I slept.
Chapter Twenty Kyle
I took my seat, stretching my legs as far as they could go. It wasn't very far. Flying coach was not fun for big guys like me.
I looked sideways at the woman who sat beside me. My shoulders were definitely in her area. I smiled apologetically.
If I'd been a famous ball player, I'd be in first class. For a moment I tried to imagine that. To transport myself to a more comfortable seat.
Back to reality, Kyle. That was not happening now. If ever.
The only thing that mattered was where I was going. New York. Upstate New York to be exact.
Woodstock.
That's where Bellie was. Her best friend lived there. The second I'd heard the name of the town from Kenneth's brother, all the pieces had fallen into place.
K-Dawg and his brother had come through for me, and then some. They hadn't just given me her general location. They'd given me exact fucking coordinates.
Not Belinda's. She didn't have a phone. They'd gotten the records and tracked the other cell phone she'd dialed. Which turned out to be her best friend's.
Bingo!
Yeah, they were that fucking sneaky.
Apparently, her best friend Betsy Davenport lived in the middle of the woods. The perfect place for an ambush. Not that I was going to attack exactly. Not with actual weapons. But I wasn't going to retreat either.
Belinda was going to deal with me, come hell or high water.
And I was going to deal with her.
All the different ways of doing that entertained me on the flight. There was going to be hell to pay, and I meant to take it in a pound of flesh. I imagined doggie style, missionary, reverse cowboy, scissoring, getting oral, giving oral. I even thought about trying the back door.
I snorted. Like Belinda would go for that. The girl was as pure as the driven snow. Not to mention she was no pushover. The girl knew her own mind. She was not going to just nod meekly and say, 'oh yes big boy, please put it in my butt.'
Then again, I could be very convincing when I wanted to be.
And right now, I wanted in that ass.
I fingered the box in my pocket. She didn't exactly deserve a present after running out on me. But I saw this as a gift for myself. A security measure if you will.
So I wouldn't have to worry about her running again.
I'd bought the one piece of jewelry that was for me as much as for her.
A ring.
Belinda
"Papaya is very good for pregnant women. Have you been constipated?"