“Fuck, Sadie, I just felt you get wetter.”
Sadie moaned as his other hand came down on her other ass cheek. Oh my God! He drove into her hard. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back slightly as he landed a final blow on her ass. Sadie screamed his name though her orgasm. Sadie rested her face on the pillow as he hammered into her again and again and again until he exploded inside her.
He licked a line up her spine to her neck, biting her lobe when he reached her ear.
“That was a hell of a ‘welcome home,’ sweet girl.”
He slowly pulled out and she turned to watch him. He got rid of the condom and tossed it into the trash by the closet. He grabbed a t-shirt and wiped himself. His body was amazing, huge muscles, defined abs, and a solid chest. He must work out every day. She hoped he liked her body as much as she liked his.
He climbed back into bed and pulled her on top of him.
“I am so beat right now.” He yawned.
“Did you just get in?” Sadie asked.
“Yeah, drove all fucking night. It sucked.”
“Maybe I should go, let you sleep? I have to check on my place anyway. Make sure nobody has robbed me of my valuables.” She snorted.
He chuckled through another yawn. “Stay with me, just until I fall asleep. I want to drift off with you in my arms.”
“Okay,” she whispered, hiding a small smile.
A minute later he was out. She lay with him for fifteen more minutes. She didn’t want to leave; Sadie loved the feel of him around her. She’d stay just a few more minutes.
*
Sadie got to her place about forty minutes later. Her few more minutes lasted about thirty. Sadie left a note for Stone by his bed. She told him to call her when he got up. Sadie was hoping they could do something later, maybe talk. She was falling hard and fast for a man that she hardly even knew. It sounded crazy but it was true.
The trailer was the same as she’d left it. She cleaned up a few things before taking a shower. Her shower was tiny but the water was hot and she took a long one. Sadie would love to have a tub to soak in. When she was little she would look through old magazines and put together in my head what her house would look like. In her mind, the most beautiful room was her bathroom. It would have a gray tile backsplash with a gigantic Jacuzzi tub and a picture window so she could look out and see the woods.
Showered, dressed, and ready to start her day she caught up on laundry. Sadie separated it and planned to go to the Laundromat later. She ran out to the store to pick up some chicken to make enchiladas. She was hoping Stone would call soon. She wanted to invite him over for dinner. She had never cooked for anyone except Tyler but that didn’t work out as planned. Sadie spent the rest of the day doing errands. By the time seven rolled around, the laundry was done, her trailer was clean, and the chicken enchiladas were in the oven.
She still hadn’t heard from Stone after leaving his house at eight that morning. She thought about sending him a text earlier but she didn’t. From everything she learned about men from her mom, they hated clingy woman. They hated having to answer for their whereabouts. Apparently, she was the only one of them that learned that lesson. Tyler had called her a nag and stormed off the first time she had questioned where he had been. She didn’t ask again after that.
Once the dinner was done, she let it cool on the stove while she read. Her mind kept wandering. She couldn’t concentrate. The clock read eight forty-five. That was when she began a staring contest with the phone. She could text him. She should text him.
She was now one of those women she hated. Sadie was waiting around on a Saturday night for her guy to call her. Her guy? Is he even mine? Oh God! Could he be out with someone else right now?
Her heart was racing fast. Sadie had worked herself up into a tizzy. She picked up her book again and read another page. As she flipped to the next, she realized she had no idea what she just read. Sadie threw the book on the couch next to her. Don’t do it, Sadie!
The next half hour was a blur. It was as if she was watching someone else. She knew this wasn’t going to turn out well. It was Deja vu all over again. She packed up the chicken enchiladas, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door. Sadie always thought it was silly when someone said “the voice inside their head told them to do it.” Not anymore. Her own little voice demanded she go to Stone’s. If they were together then it shouldn’t be a big deal for her to stop by. All the while, she knew she should turn around. Sadie kept chanting in her head, turn around.
As she pulled to the gates and entered the code, her mind changed and she knew this was a mistake. Once in the parking lot, she decided to turn around. She needed to just turn around and go home. But she slammed on her brakes when she saw a gray pick-up. He was home!
Sadie pulled into an open spot. She gathered the food, got out, and marched straight into the complex. If she thought too much, she’d turn around. Sadie continued up the stairs and
