“No, nothing like that. He just won’t let anyone else serve him and then acts like a jerk to me. Tells me my skirts are too short or my jeans are too tight. Today he doesn’t like my shirt!”
“Then I can’t exactly ban him.”
“But it’s harassment! Can you at least make him sit in someone else’s section? Please, Amos. I can’t take this anymore.” Ana’s eyes become glassy, and I swear she might cry. That is unacceptable. I didn’t realize how much Carson actually upset her.
“Okay. I’ll talk to him.” Not that it will do a bit of good. I know exactly what it looks like when a man has staked his claim on a woman, and Carson has most definitely staked his claim. Ana doesn’t realize it, but he’s acting out of jealousy and protectiveness. It’s only a matter of time until he makes his move.
Ana lets out a relieved sigh. “Thank you, Amos.”
“Anytime.”
It’s late when I get home. My parents are in bed already, and Margo is asleep on the couch. I pick her up and carry her to our room. She sleepily nuzzles my chest. “You’re home.”
I kiss the top of her head. “I am. Sorry I’m so late.”
“Missed you,” she murmurs.
I put her in bed then strip so I can crawl in beside her. She turns and curls up against me, her head on my chest. With a sleepy sigh, she falls right back asleep.
9 Margo
Trudy and Alan are leaving today. They are cutting their trip short because Alan has had several bad days in a row, and Trudy is worried it’s because he’s not around familiar things. Being at home can help remind him of who he is and who she is when he sees the pictures on the wall and the notes they have all over their condo to remind him of other things he might forget.
Amos is upset but understands their reasoning for leaving. I’m disappointed myself. Not just because that means the fake marriage and temporary living situation is changing. I genuinely love his parents. Trudy and Alan have welcomed me into the family like I’ve been a part of them forever. It’s been nice, but it makes me miss my own parents. It’s a stark reminder that I need to make more of an effort to talk to them… maybe even take the time to meet them on one of their many adventures.
It's late by the time we get home from driving them to the city so they can catch their flight. I can’t stop yawning, and at one point, doze off. We get back to Amos’ house, and the sadness of leaving and heading back to my house hits me.
“I guess I’ll head home. I need to get some sleep. I’ll come get my stuff tomorrow if that’s okay?” I say, taking off his great-great-grandmother’s ring and handing it back.
Amos hesitates to take the ring back. For a split second, I think he’s going to protest and put the ring right back on my finger, but he pockets it instead. “Why don’t you stay tonight? You’re tired, you shouldn’t be driving even if it is only a few minutes away.”
I don’t put up much of a fight because staying is exactly what I want to do. I don’t ever want to go home to an empty house again. I want to stay here. As soon as we get into bed with each other, all of my tiredness flees at the feel of his skin on mine.
I roll so that I’m draped over his chest. In less than a blink of an eye, Amos has his lips on mine in a drugging kiss. He grabs my ass and lifts me until I’m straddling his waist, my panties, and his boxers the only barriers between us. He lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it away. His hands run down my body, caressing my back, my ass, then up my sides to my breasts. I moan as he lightly pinches my nipples.
His hands go back to my hips, and he pulls me down tighter against him, pushing me up and back across his cock. We both groan at the movement. His cock drags across my clit, and my core clenches. I gasp when he rolls us, so I’m flat on my back.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Margo,” he says, kissing his way down my body. “I love these curves of yours.” He gently nips the underside of my breast before kissing the small hurt better. He circles my nipple with his tongue, teasing it into a stiff peak. Then does the same to the other. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me, begging him not to stop the delicious torture.
His fingers trail down to the apex of my thighs. He grips my lacy panties and pulls them tight. The next thing I hear is the sound of rendering fabric and a low growl as Amos’ fingers find my soaking slit. My hips jerk when he zeroes in on my clit, circling it in quick, sure strokes. My orgasm comes hard and fast, completely stealing the breath from my lungs.
He gives me no time to catch my breath before he’s got his face buried in my pussy, licking up my release. He fucks me with his tongue then moves up to lick my sensitive clit. I nearly jump off the bed when he thrusts two thick fingers into me, hitting my g-spot over and over until I’m coming completely undone.
“Amos! Oh, God… fuck…”
“That’s it, sweetness, come all over my mouth.”
The vibrations of his words against my pussy pushes me over the edge into oblivion. Stars explode behind my eyes, and I nearly faint from the force of the orgasm. I’ve barely caught my breath when Amos pushes inside me. I expect him to fuck me hard and fast after that, but he doesn’t.
He pushes into me one inch at a
