I walk towards her, discarding my shirt and boots on the way. Reaching the bed, I pull her ass by the hips so that her feet are touching the floor, then I kneel down behind her between her legs. Without warning, I smack her ass twice, once on each cheek, then run my hand over the spot, listening as she moans and her hands move on the sheets, gripping them tight between her fingers.
“Austin.” My name leaves her mouth on a breathy moan that goes right to my dick.
“Don’t talk.” I slap her ass twice more; her body writhers in front of me, her ass pushing higher as her tiptoes press into the floor. She’s so wet that the proof of her arousal is coating her thighs. I spread her ass, burying my face between her legs. My name leaves her mouth again, earning her another smack, this time harder, causing her core to convulse around my tongue. Every time I feel her getting closer to the edge, I pull back just enough that she’s forced to come down.
When her body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her legs are trembling I smack her ass hard before spreading her open and devouring her until she screams my name so loud that the sound echoes off the walls.
Her body goes limp, and I unhook my jeans and move over her, sliding in deep, taking her so hard that the bed begins to slide across the wood floors. I don’t stop until I feel my orgasm at the base of my spine and her pussy contracting around me, pulling me deeper than I’ve ever been. Two more hard thrusts, I plant myself deep, coming so hard that my toes curl.
Being inside Lea is like nothing I have ever felt. Even when we were teenagers, making love to her was something different.
“Are you okay?” I ask, once I find my voice again.
“I don’t think I can move,” she mumbles, pressing her ass back into me, making me groan.
“Let me get you cleaned up and I’ll bring us some food.”
“Sure,” she slurs, making me smile. I pull out of her, hearing her mewl of disappointment from the loss, then kiss her back. Picking her up I settle her into bed before going to the bathroom and grabbing a towel to clean her up with. When I come out, she’s on her side, with the blanket tucked around her and her eyes closed. Instead of waking her, I crawl into bed behind her, pull her into my arms, and follow her off to sleep.
Chapter 13
Lea
“Hello?” I answer the house phone as I set down the box I brought down from the attic on the kitchen table, opening it up.
“Is Lea Lamb available?” a woman asks, sounding like she has a cold.
“This is she.”
“Hi, Lea, my name is Elza. I work for Douglas Pulaski, your mother’s attorney,” she says and I frown. My mom never told me she had an attorney, but there was a trend with my mom; she seemed to have kept a lot from me.
“How can I help you?”
“Mr. Douglas is out of town for the next month, and he left your mom’s will with me. Unfortunately, I’ve had pneumonia and haven’t been able to deliver it to you.”
“That’s okay.”
“I’m not sure when I will be able to deliver it. If you need me to, I can mail it off, but there are a few things I’m supposed to go over with you,” she explains blowing her nose.
“Is there anything crucial in the documents?” I ask, feeling bad for her.
“No, nothing like that. Mainly it’s just stuff having to do with the house and a few of your mom’s account.”
“So it can wait. Just let me know when you’re feeling better and we’ll talk then,” I concede.
“Thank you for understanding, and I’m very sorry for your loss. Your mom was an amazing woman.”
“Thank you,” I mutter, still unsure what to say when people offer their condolences.
“We’ll talk soon,” she says, hanging up.
Putting the phone on the table, I open the box marked Lea’s Room. A picture of Austin and me from when we were seventeen sits on top in a dark blue wooden frame. Running my fingers over the image, I remember when it was taken.
Austin and I had spent the day out salmon fishing and bear watching. When we got home, my mom came out on the front porch and snapped this picture of us, because she thought it was cute we were dressed almost alike, in jeans, hoodies, beanies on our heads, and boots on our feet.
In the picture, you can see how much we loved each other, can actually feel it. Our fronts are pressed together, his stomach to my chest, my head is tilted back with my chin resting against his chest, and my arms around his waist. His head is bent towards mine, his hand wrapped around the side of my neck, and even in profile, I can see the admiration he had for me then.
Setting the photo aside, I pull the next item out of the box, putting it next to the photo, then pull out what I had been looking for to begin with. My mom had given me a locket when I was thirteen, and I left it behind when I left home. Opening it up, there is a picture of my mom and dad, with their cheeks pressed together. It was taken the day they found out they were pregnant with me.
“Baby!” Austin yells, startling me as he walks into the kitchen. “Why the fuck is the door unlocked?”
“I thought you were going to be gone until tomorrow?” I ask instead.
“Why isn’t the door locked?” he repeats, ignoring my question.
“Because this is Cordova and I forgot about it,” I say as his arms wrap around me and he lifts me off my feet.
“I don’t care. Make sure that you lock the door when you’re home alone.”
“Fine.” I roll my eyes. “I thought you were going to be gone until tomorrow,” I reiterate placing my hands on his shoulders.