Her laughter is raw, loud, and draws eyes where everyone was accustomed to hushed tones. I usher her out, as people stare.
“Oh sheesh, I'm an embarrassment.” Reese continues to laugh.
Condensation puffing out around her lips, I want to kiss her now, but retort, “The fuck you are, they're just some confused assholes. No need to be embarrassed.”
“Honestly, you're the first real laugh I've had today.” As she says the words, the clarity of her dark-brown eyes increases, and begins to water.
“This afternoon I had to lay off my employee, Luis.”
I haven't looked into Miss Dunham since my initial conversation with Patel. Then again that was just me wanting to look up a wild, young woman I had amazing sex with in order to repeat. We’ve banged a hundred times over, and I still haven’t gotten Reese out of my system.
I didn't perform my usual background that I've done when pops seemed semi-serious about a broad. Heck, I don’t even know what Tony was doing in Vegas. He’s been content. I've yet to ask Reese what happened with her parents, which is always just the icebreaker and easiest way to know the woman who’s captivated Tony's heart. I don't know anything about Lolita. And as far as I know, Flour is a classy little bakery, with a colorful array of employees.
“Why'd you lay him off?” I ask after a moment, heading back in the direction we came. I notice with myself not providing eye contact, she has an easier time responding.
She totters, leaning her head against my shoulder and my arm wraps around her like we've been doing this for years.
Reese says, “Flour isn’t doing so hot.”
Though Reese’s face is a beautiful flurry of frustration, I wonder. Hmmm. Her money woes can't be associated with Lolita? The woman has to be at least ten years younger than Tony. As a man who prefers to wear a nicer grade of clothing, I know Reese's mother has a stronger taste for designer items than my father who grew up with an infinite amount of capital. But this isn't about my pops and her mother. This is about a woman I refuse to see cry.
I listen as she tells me about ‘Nook’, a new breakfast-joint, that was never resurrected off the ground. I passed the dirt plot on a few occasions. It would have made a prime location because now the construction indicates that McDonalds will be opening in its stead.
She gives a wry smile, as we make it across from my building.
I stand before her, though it seems ingrained in her brain to run at the thought of verbalizing her problems, I tip her chin. “You can tell me anything, beautiful.”
Our eye connection wavers. She's mentally processing if I've given a false truth. Suffering from a minor case of ADHD, Reese stops to watch a car cruise by, with too many damn teenagers hanging out the windows. I see this all from the corner of my eyes, but my gaze is locked onto her face in an attempt to reassure her that not only are we having sex, we can have a real conversation. Not to say that we didn't the first night, it was just, Reese tossed the ball in my court so much her true beauty has yet to blossom before me.
Reese licks her lips and says, “So far, I’ve been robbing Peter to pay Paul. Can’t determine how to rob them both. I can’t dig myself out of this hole,” she murmurs, looking away. Reese isn’t comfortable.
My mouth skims over a river of tears flowing down Reese's cheeks. She's a good one. As a behavioral analyst, I know she's thought about all the dynamics of having to fire one of her workers. She's empathically placed herself in Luis's shoes. And no doubt, laying him off was the last resort after much deliberation.
I want to ask how far behind Reese is. But her mouth blooms for me. My tongue delves into the sweetness she has to offer.
My palm slides to the center of Reese's breast. Her heartbeat is skyrocketing, beating wildly against my fingertips, as she moans into me
My cock has decided that I've taken over for far too long. So I do what I do best, and say in a voice deep with sex, “Let me get you inside.”
Reese licks her lips and nods.
The next few moments are quick, somehow I've managed a barbarian-like reply to the doorman’s hello, and Reese has too.
“Hold the elevator!” My command is much too harsh, but the twenty- something, in a Togos work shirt gets my drift, and places his hand between the elevator doors before they can close.
“Thanks.” Reese is all smiles as we hop inside with him. She pushes me to arm’s length, and mouths, “As soon as he gets off…”
I don't wanna wait, but the kid’s one level lower than my place so we wait.
Once we step over the threshold, it's all fuck faces and kissing. Jeans that fit like a glove and usually keep my vision drawn to her sexy ass, begin to irk me. I snap the button off the front of her tight jeans. Reese pushes them down, with one heel clamped over the other. She gets the ultra-tight pants off before sliding down again. My cock pops out of my pants and stands to attention.
I lift up Reese's leg. Standing before me on one foot, Reese slides straight down onto my shaft. The ease of it. The tight-ass fit. The slippery goodness. Fuck if I don't want to explode in her right now.
“Shit, shit,” she pants, “right there, Evan, right there!”
I grunt into her hair, force my toes underneath so as not to cave and explode inside of her. We fuck like rabbits in this position until Reese's pussy has glossed my cock
