“There have been women, but none of them meant anything. Case in point, I’ve actually blown off women, Mila included, when you’ve needed me. When you’ve wanted to come over. When I needed to go pick you up from somewhere. You’ve always been the priority. The most important person in my world. Hell, the center of it.”
I let out a shaky breath and swallow hard because his words aren’t doing anything but making me wet. He smiles as if he can hear my thoughts. “Is your pussy wet now?”
I nod.
“If I fuck you now, you can’t take an hour in the bathroom getting ready.”
“I promise I won’t!” I giggle as I push him onto his back and slide down his cock.
Okay so I lied, and James knew it too, but I sucked his dick after we made love again so I think I’m forgiven. Although, we are leaving thirty minutes after we were supposed to leave which resulted in a lecture from Dad for not being on schedule.
“Sorry!” I squeal as we get in the car, after he gets off the phone.
“He’ll be okay.” He chuckles. “I’m in no rush to get home anyway.”
“I know me either, but the roads…” I wince as we make our way out of the garage and onto the street. They’ve been plowed, but the snow is falling again and it’s only a matter of time before the streets are covered with a thin blanket of snow. It’s about an hour drive from here to our home in Greenwich, Connecticut but I am not sure how we’ll fare in a light snow storm and the holiday traffic.
He rubs my thigh and gives it a squeeze. “I’ll drive safely. There’s precious cargo in here.” About an hour later, we’re still about twenty minutes from home as the snow did slow us down some.
“So…can we not…until we are back in New York?”
He glances at me, and before I can think he’s pulling over to the side of the road. I look around at what he’s doing and I’m grateful that we’re off the highway on a less traveled road. “What do you think?”
I shrug. “I don’t know.”
He pulls my face closer to his and presses a kiss to my lips. His tongue invades my mouth instantly and my body begins to build with every swipe of his tongue against mine. I don’t know how long we’re at it but when we pull apart, we are both out of breath and his lips are red and wet and I’m sure mine look similar. “I don’t know that I’ll be able to go a week without you.”
“A week? James, I’m home until after New Year’s. I’m sure you’ll go back to New York but the dorms don’t open again until mid-January.”
His eyes widen as the reality of not being able to touch me for the next month sets in. He leans back against the headrest. “Fuck. Can’t you say you have to go back early?”
“Okay and stay where?”
“With me, obviously. Say you got a job on campus and you have to go back.”
“Okay and where will I get the mystery money when Mom and Dad cut back on my allowance because now, I have ‘a job.’” I put in air quotes.
He shoots me a look. “Baby, I’ll take care of whatever you need, you know that.”
“Wait what?”
“Okay, so we’re doing the whole, ‘you’re an independent woman who doesn’t want her man taking care of her’ thing? Okay, got it.”
“No, I…I didn’t say that, I just didn’t know…” I raise an eyebrow at him and give him a smirk. “My man?”
“What else would you like to call me?”
“I wasn’t aware that we’d established labels.” Like a boyfriend?
“Okay, we can go with ‘man that makes you come violently,’ if you prefer?” He rolls his eyes. “Fine, if you’re not willing to commit to that level of a lie, just say you’re hanging out with friends. Gabrielle, when I go back to New York, you need to go with me. So, figure out how to make that happen if you don’t like my ideas.” He gives me a hard stare and I shiver under his gaze.
“But…I’m not a good liar,” I tell him weakly. I know he’s wearing me down and I’ll have to come up with something, because the idea of not touching or even seeing James for over a month is not an option. “I’ll think of something.” I sigh as he pulls out onto the road.
“I’ll try and get us out of the house from time to time,” he tells me as he clasps my hand with his and brings it to his lips. “I love you baby; everything is going to be fine.”
I pull our hands to mine and place a kiss on his hand as well. “I love you too.”
Monica is flying down the stairs before I’m even halfway into the foyer and wrapping her arms around me. “Oh my God, finally!” Monica and James could damn near be twins but Monica ditched her dark hair years ago and dyes it a honey blonde that she keeps chopped into a long bob. Her eyes are bright blue just like James and they have similar noses and mouths. Round coke bottle glasses sit in front of her eyes and she has a diamond stud piercing in her nose. Monica is gorgeous in the most natural way and there were many times growing up I was jealous of how effortlessly beautiful she was.
My mother, Virginia Calloway, is right behind her and has me wrapped in her arms before I even set my suitcase down. “My sweet girl!” She kisses both of my cheeks and gives me a smile that has been known to make even my shittiest days better. She hugs James, running her hands through his hair and fussing over her darling boy before turning back to me and engulfing me in another hug.
“I missed you, Mom,” I tell her as I breathe in her signature Prada perfume. “You too Mon.” I grab my sister’s hand and squeeze it. “I can’t believe I’ve been gone for practically four months.”
“Yes, you’ll need to do better next semester, young lady,” my father says as he walks into the room. “I do remember you promising to visit at least once a month.” Calvin Calloway is tall, almost as tall as James with the same luscious dark hair that made my mother fall in love allegedly. It’s speckled with strands of gray now, but I think he’s just happy he hasn’t started to lose it. He’s lean from the constant marathons he runs and probably the fact that he hasn’t consumed red meat since I was twelve years old.
“Sorry, I just…the first semester was crazy. Getting acclimated and all that.” I hug my dad before Mom guides me towards the kitchen with Monica’s arm linked through mine and I can smell the cinnamon before we even make it there.
“Pumpkin pie?” I ask. “Already?” My mother’s infamous pumpkin pie doesn’t usually make its appearance until Christmas Eve so I’m surprised she made it four days early.
“It’s your favorite and I was so excited about you coming home and all my babies being here together, I made it early.”
“Might I add, I wasn’t allowed to have any yet,” my father adds and I giggle at the thought that he could probably consume an entire pie in under an hour which is why he wasn’t allowed to touch it.
Monica sits at the kitchen table and props her feet up on the chair next to her. “Oh, hot take. Brandon from next door grew up over this past year, and he’s already been over twice under the guise of seeing if we wanted him to shovel the driveway, but my guess is he’s looking for you.” She points at me with a grin. Brandon Woods is two years older than me and has been away at University of Oxford in England since he graduated high school. Monica was always convinced he had a crush on me, but I highly doubted it and was also highly uninterested. The whole being obsessed with my older brother thing kind of prevented me from paying attention to other guys.