Twice Loved (22 page)

“This key gets you in and out of your room and will also open the gate if y’all want to go in and out without coming through the main house.”

Tate takes the key from his father. “Thanks Dad.”

“We’ll be serving dinner at six until then I’ll leave y’all to settle in.”

Tate turns the key in the lock popping the door open. He pushes it in with his foot and waits for me to pass by him. I step into the room. The interior walls are old brick, easily the original brick kitchen. The old oven has been converted into a small fireplace a sofa is placed in front of it. The old store room as been converted into a private bathroom. There is a gorgeous queen sleigh bed in the back center of the room. Despite the room filled with modern furnishings I’m transported to the days of old. I immediately love it.

“Tate this is perfect!”

“You like huh?” he asks as he sets our bags down on a bench at the foot of the bed.

“Yes!” smile warmly at him.

“I’m glad.” he steps toward me his hands grab mine before he pulls me toward him. He leans down to me and I meet him halfway. Our lips connect. Love and contentment is in this kiss. I feel it deep in my soul. I made the right decision trying again with Tate. The kiss deepens. Soon we are locked in a passionate embrace.

Pulling away breathless and heart racing my eyes are hooded from the lust coursing through my body. I am so alive when I’m with Tate he makes my body respond in ways I never dreamed possible. I don’t want these feelings to ever end. I was trusting they never would. We were like oil and water and shouldn’t mix but it worked for us.

“Tate… What time is it?”

He fumbles around and pulls his cell phone out. “It’s four.”

“Oh good.” then I step close to him. Pressing my lips to his again. This time I am the aggressive one. My hands slide under his shirt running over his smooth muscles.

“Princess…”

“Yessss?”

“What are you doing?” He asks even though his lips go to my neck. His hands gliding down my arms.

“I’m seducing you! Is it working?”

“Oh yea…”

He kisses me again our lips locking in a sensual dance. His hands grab the hem of the top I’m wearing. He roughly pulls it off of me. My breathing increases. His hands grab the bottom of his own shirt pulling it over his head tossing it on the floor with mine. Our shirts tangle together, much like I want us to do. He grabs me roughly. Not that I’m complaining if anything I’m growing wetter.

His left hand caresses my stomach on its way up to my breast. His fingers go under my bra clamping onto my nipple and squeezing gentle at first. Then he begins pinching then a little harder. I hiss as I suck in my breath. The pain is shooting through my nipple. Again not a bad pain. In fact it’s actually bordering nirvana for me. I stand there frozen. I know better than to jerk away from him. The few times I have mistakenly blocked him are seared in my memory. A smile crosses his lips.

“That’s what I was going for.”

I stare at him blankly dazed and confused. What the hell is he talking about?

“Huh?”

“Yes Princess… ecstasy crossing your face.”

“Oh…”

I don’t understand what he means but I can’t see my face like he can. He obviously sees something I don’t. His hands continue working magic on my body. It’s not long before I am standing in front of him completely naked. Yet he is still in his jeans. I move to unbutton them and he steps back.

“Not yet… this is about you right now.”

Me? Since when? He’s never cared about pleasing just me. It’s always been about him or mutual never just about me. Not that I complained… much.

“Get on the bed Princess, lay flat on your back.”

I obey him. I know nothing else when it comes to Tate and the bedroom. As much as I have wanted to say or do things differently with him when it came time I couldn’t.

“That’s a good girl.” I stare at him. I’m nervous yet excited all at once. Is that even possible?

“What…”

“Shhh just lay there and enjoy.”

That’s the last words he speaks before his face buries itself in my pussy. I feel his lips press against my outer folds. Gently his mouth opens over me. He gives a small open mouth kiss. The tip of his tongue is next. Flicking expertly against my clit. I think I have died and gone to heaven at this point. Tate’s one downfall in sex is that he not has giving as I’d like. However, when he does give he is the absolute best at it.

An eternity later we are lying in the bed naked. Wrapped in each other’s arms. Legs tangled together. Our sweat slickened bodies are pressed together.

“That was fanfuckingtastic!”

Tate laughs at my outburst. “It was huh?”

His smile makes me smile. His eyes sparkle.

“As much as I want to stay with you like this forever… your dad said dinner was at six it has to be close.”

A glance at his cell phone tells us we have twenty minutes to clean up and get into the main house.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Dinner with Tate’s dad and step mom is lively. Conversation between Ed and Tate flows free. The two men are clearly happy to see one another despite any past differences they have had in life. I talk with Tate’s step mom, Kim. Kim is friendly and laid back. It’s not until she starts questioning me about Tate and I that I become uncomfortable with the conversation but only a little. She is curious about how we met, how he treats me. All normal things it’s just Tate and I by far have not had a normal relationship until recently. Can you even consider us normal now?

I wonder what his family would think to know that Tate’s handprint was on my ass again. I’m pretty sure that if a forensic team needed Tate’s fingerprints they would be able to pull them off my ass cheek. Our little early evening session was fabulous. I loved when Tate and I bonded as one in that way.

“So what do you do for a living?” Kim asks her black straight shoulder length hair is flipped behind her head as she speaks.

“I teach first grade.”

“How fun and exciting.”

I smile at her. “It can be and this year I have a special girl in my class.”

“Really, why is she special?”

“Her name is Brandy.”

Kim sits forward and her chair excitement on her face. “Our Brandy is in your class?”

“Yes she is. I’m really glad her mother didn’t pull her from my room even when she found out I was dating Tate.”

Kim is looking at me thoughtfully. It’s like she is reading me. Searching for something.

“You know for you and Tate to have only been dating a month you sure are comfortable with one another.” She places her fork down leaning back in her chair. “Y’all have more history than you’re voicing.”

Wow. Seriously. How does this woman a stranger to me, pick up on that over simple dinner conversation? I try to keep myself from shifting in my seat too much. Under the table my fingers tap a nervous rhythm on top of my leg.

“Really what makes you think that?” I ask innocently.

“You have an intimacy that comes from time spent together.”

I sit up a little straighter in my chair. My fingers keep tapping where she can’t see them. “We’ve known each other almost two years.”

She leans closer to me. Her eyes light up with excitement. “Yes and….”

I sigh. “We had a yearlong relationship, split up for about six months and now we’re back together.”

Kim is all smiles now. Her eyes glowing. “So how long have you really been in love with my step son?”

“Over a year now." I slump back in my chair. I can’t believe I just told his step mom this. She doesn’t seem to be judging instead she seems fascinated and excited by it.

“I knew it. There was just something about the way y’all were with each other.” She picks up her wine glass bringing it to her lips. “I’ve never seen Tate the way he is with you with anyone not even Rachel and in the beginning they were good together.”

I’m confused by her words a little. I’m sure it’s evident on my face as well. I pick up my own wine glass taking a gulp. I need some fortification if this conversation is going to continue.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s true Tate seems completely smitten with you. A naked woman could march through right now and he might glance at her but his focus would come right back to you.”

“I don’t know about all that.” I chuckle as I speak. I can’t imagine not noticing and staring at a naked woman in the room. Hell I probably would too and I’m not even into woman.

As we finish up the meal I help Kim take dirty dishes into the kitchen. She tries to refuse my help but I won’t let her. I don’t mind helping out at all. Plus it gives Tate and Ed a little more time together alone.

“So what do y’all have planned while you’re here?”

Kim is scrubbing plates as I stand nearby watching.

“Honestly I don’t know. I didn’t know about the trip until last night or where we were going until we were already in the car.”

“Tate planned this trip all on his own?” she asks,

“Um yea.” I don’t understand why she sounds so surprised.

“He’s got it bad for you. Is it possible you’re the one?”

I don’t know about being the one whatever that is but Tate and I have something special. I’m not sure if I could define it if I was asked. He makes me feel alive, but it’s more than that. We connected as friends as well as lovers. We had a level of trust with each other when it came to our sexual kinks. And we were working at building that same trust on a more intimate level.

“Kim I’m not sure how to answer that. I don’t think I can. Tate is the only one who knows what he feels or thinks. When I met him he colored my world suddenly it wasn’t just blues or purples it was azure and eggplant.”

She’s rinsing dishes and turns to put a stack of plates in the dishwasher but pauses to face me.

“Wow that was poetic. You’re so in love with him.”

I wouldn’t deny it. This was different from the love I had with Steve but it was just as all-consuming and life changing. Different is good.

“I am.” I speak softly. I’m not even sure she heard me at first but the way her eyes have softened and a small smile plays on her lips is all the proof I need she heard me.

“Tate did good finding you. He’s a lucky son of a bitch and he better remember that and not fuck it up.”

Yea his family knows him well. They were just as aware of his horrible history with woman probably even more than I was.

“Thanks… I think.”

“Oh it’s a compliment to you and I believe you’re the best thing to ever happen to that boy.” Kim has finished up the dishes and wipes her hand on the dishtowel before throwing it over the stove handle. “Let’s go join our men.”

I follow her outside where father and son are laughing and smoking together. I don’t care if Tate and I do nothing but sit here tonight. My heart warms seeing him so free and happy. He may claim he does just fine without his family but it’s obvious being here that he’s happy.

“Hey Princess. My little brother and his family will be stopping by tomorrow.”

“Oh I get to meet another Jameson man? I’m not sure I can handle all the charm.”

Laughter echoes through the courtyard.

“Lori has y’alls number already.” Kim says through her laughter.

I shake with my laughter. I try pulling a cigarette out of my pack that Tate had thoughtfully brought out for me.

“Oh yea that boy oozes charm like nobody’s business. Sometimes I have to remind myself to be on guard for it.”

“Speaking to the choir girl…”

Kim and I share a knowing look and smile. It’s nice that I’m not the only one that’s been taking in by all the smoothness that the Jameson men seem to possess. It’s alarming the men in Tate’s family all have the same charm. I briefly wonder if his mom and sisters are just as charming.

We spend about an hour with Ed and Kim before they announce they are retiring for the night.

“Babe let’s go change and hit Bourbon street.”

“Okay.”

Excitement courses from my head to my toes at the thought of going out with Tate. It may not be our first outing together but it’s our first out of town outing together. This is just the beginning of what life has to offer us. Tate changes into fresh jeans and a polo shirt and I put on the sundress I brought with me. Even though it’s nine at night NOLA is still hot and muggy not much different from back home. I know how to dress for this kind of weather.

We take off at a slow pace walking hand in hand down the sidewalk. Bourbon Street connects with Esplanade only four blocks from Tate’s dad’s house. We begin the walk up Bourbon Street. It doesn’t take much to tell what section we are in when Tate begins getting catcalls from other men and the drag queens hanging out on balconies. I find myself laughing.

“You even charm the members of your own sex. You’re a beast!”

“Princess you know just what kind of beast I am.”

I chuckle. My body presses into the side of his as we continue walking. “The kind that I can’t get enough of.”

“Oh really?”

I give him a coy glance. “Is there an alley somewhere close by that I can prove it to you?” my head turns left then right as I scan where we are walking.

“Are you serious right now?” Tate has stopped us mid stride he turns to face me searching my face.

“Dead serious.”

“I got to find an alley.” He takes my hand and begins pulling me behind him as he moves at a more clipped pace. I struggle to keep up with him between laughing and his fast walking.

I had no idea that me offering public sex to him would be such a turn on for him. It was never anything we did previously. It was nice that there was always something new we could try. I’m not sure Tate and I would ever run out of things to test. We both were open and trusting of each other when it came to sex. Exploring things, we never had before with each other.

Tate finds a dark alley and ducks us into it. He scopes out an area on the side of a dumpster. And declares it safe. “I’m going to take you hard up against this wall.”

“ooookay…” I’m down for anything he wants to do.

Tate’s hand goes straight for my breast rubbing through the material of my sundress. His fingers pinch my nipple hard through the material. I’m always amazed how Tate finds my nipples on one try even when he isn’t looking. He once told me that it was because he knew exactly where they were located no matter how I tried to cover them up. As a hand slides my dress up one leg. My breathing picks up. It won’t be long before Tate gets a little surprise.