I want to help someone the way Merrick helped me, and it’s not like I’m crazy busy at the moment. Plus, the leader of my usual AA group asked today, and I know some of our members are struggling.
“So you think I should do it? There’s a need for one where I’ve been going to meetings.”
“Yeah, give it a try, but you have to be ready to say it’s not a good fit. Sometimes a pair doesn’t jive for no reason other than they don’t. So keep that in mind. You have a good heart, Jamie, and I don’t want you to suffer a downward spiral and go down a bad road because you couldn’t help someone the way you wanted to. Remember this disease affects people differently.”
I was damn lucky to get Merrick as my sponsor. The guy’s been sober for almost seven years, and he had a slip up right before that when he’d been sober for five. You just never know. But he’s a success, in my opinion.
“Okay. I’m going to say yes.”
“And you have to be able to drop things for them if they call. Will Sedona understand?” I hadn’t thought about that, but… Merrick interrupts my thoughts. “You can’t tell her who you’re sponsoring either. They have to remain anonymous as well. Just things to consider.”
I’ve already kept to myself the fact that we both know one person who attends the meetings with me.
I nod, although he can’t see me. “Got it. Thanks, Merrick.”
“Call me whenever. And slow down a little. Enjoy this time with you and your family together again.”
I laugh. “Okay.”
“Yeah, whatever, Andretti.”
I laugh and say my goodbye.
Driving over to Sedona’s, my stomach flutters with excitement. I think I’m finally back on the right path in my life.
Palmer’s napping when I arrive, but Sedona’s wearing a tight tank top and a pair of shorts that immediately make my pants feel tight.
“You mind listening for her while I shower?” She walks into the bedroom and I follow.
“That means I can’t join you.” I wrap my arms around her stomach, behind her at the bed’s edge.
“Sorry.”
I fiddle with the hem of her shirt and inch it up, exposing her stomach. She still flinches when I touch her stomach, and it’s not because she’s in pain. It’s because she’s self-conscious. I hate that.
“I can at least undress you.” I inch it up some more and she raises her hands, allowing me to pull off the shirt and toss it onto the floor. I groan at the sports bra underneath. “I hate these things.”
She laughs, and I’m fairly sure we’re remembering when I showed up in New York all those years ago. “Practice makes perfect. You had this down a few years ago.”
She’s right. When we started working out together sometimes, I did become a master at the sports bra removal, but I’m rusty now. She keeps her arms in the air and she leans back into me. I pull the fabric up over her head, and my reward is her bare tits begging for my hands.
Dropping her arms, she places her hands over mine, which are molded to her tits. “Way to go, Ferguson.”
“I guess it’s like riding a bike,” I mumble and kiss the shell of her ear. “Now for the shorts.” My tongue glides down her spine as I hunch to push her shorts down to her ankles. She steps out of them, and my hands slide up her torso as I make my way back up her body. “I need to be inside you.”
She moans and turns around. “I’m a sweaty mess. I have a better idea.”
She falls to her knees in front of me, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding the zipper down while her gaze meets mine. There’s no better sight than this one.
She frees my cock, pushing my jeans and boxers down my legs to pool at my ankles. When she urges me back to spin around, I fall onto the bed and she situates herself between my thighs. We explored together enough as teenagers that Sedona knows what makes me tick. She learned what I enjoy when she’s blowing me until she got it down to a damn art. I can come in two minutes when her mouth is on me. But it’s been so long, I fear I’ll come the minute she runs her tongue up my length.
My hips jut out and I rise off the bed from the sensation of her warm, inviting mouth. My breathing labors the farther she sucks me down, and I watch her take half my dick into her mouth. My fists clench the comforter and I groan, closing my eyes.
“Damn it, lass,” I say, mentally reminding myself she’s always been this good. Some new guy didn’t teach her anything. I was just more used to it back then.
I hang on by a thread until her free hand dips down and plays with my balls. Just like that, it’s game over. My hand threads through her hair and I hold her to me as I pump into her mouth. I’d hoped to last longer because it feels fucking fantastic and I don’t want it to end, but I can’t hold off any longer. It’s been so long since she’s worked her magic on me. I pour into her with a groan.
She rises to her feet and I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her lips and making me hard all over again.
“I better shower,” she mumbles against my lips.
“Please let me join you,” I whine like a child.
“Sorry, you’re on daddy duty. But maybe tonight after she goes to bed…”
I pull her to me again, my tongue diving into her mouth, never satisfied. “You better believe it. So can I spend the night?”
She hesitates. Since the SunBay Inn, we haven’t spent the night together because we’re not sure how to navigate it with Palmer. I’m not even sure Palmer will notice. I’m here every night when she goes to bed and usually shortly after she wakes up.
“I suppose we could bend the rules.”
My hands mold to her ass. “I promise you won’t regret that decision.”
She laughs, wiggling out of my hold. “Time for me to shower.”
For the first time, she struts naked in front of me, and she coyly glances at me over her shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom. It takes all my restraint not to follow her.
“That’s her,” I say to Sedona as we park outside the car rental place. I’ve delayed returning the van because I feel like an ass.
“Are you actually scared?” she asks, her eyebrows high on her head.
“You should’ve heard her. She was so mad and disappointed.”
I retold Sedona the story on the way over here, fully aware I sounded like a scorned child. What do I care what this woman thinks of me? I shouldn’t. Only two women are important to me, and they’re in this minivan with me. Well, and my mum.
“Oh please.” Sedona takes the keys out of the ignition. “Get Palmer.”
She opens her door, feet landing on the pavement. I get out, unstrap Palmer, and take the car seat out of the minivan, fully aware something is going down. When I set the car seat to the side of the minivan, Kingston pulls into the parking lot to pick us up.
Sedona opens the door of the rental place, and Gina looks up at her from behind the counter.
“What’s the hold-up?” he asks, climbing out of his truck.
“Grab some popcorn. There’s gonna be a show.”
I rush Palmer to go inside because I haven’t seen Sedona look this determined to put someone in their place since the time I had a crazy fan who didn’t know the meaning of personal space. Kingston comes in alongside us.