Chapter 12: Lover or Boyfriend


The drive back to Sookie’s house seemed to take forever and I was going well above the posted speed limit. The car smelled like her perfume and sex and it was intoxicating. I could still taste her on my tongue. We were attacking each other at every red light we got stopped at. By the time we got back to her house I was pretty sure we were both going to explode soon if we didn’t get upstairs to her bedroom. I barely had the car in park before she was out and headed for the front door. I was right behind her.

While she fumbled with her keys I pressed myself against her back, swiping her hair out of the way to kiss her neck. “You’re not helping.” She purred with a slight giggle in her voice.

I backed off just a bit and she was finally able to focus enough to get the key in the lock and open the door for us. We stumbled inside and the second the door was closed I had her pressed against it. She looked up at me with sparkling blue eyes hooded with desire. She dropped her keys and purse on the floor at her feet. Her arms encircled my neck when my lips met hers. My hands slid down her body and picked her up by her thighs. Her legs circled my waist while the kiss deepened.

She pulled away and whispered, “Bedroom.”

Slowly and carefully I made my way up the stairs with her attached to me. We made it to her bedroom and I set her down on her bed. She’d put her t-shirt on after climbing into the front seat but hadn’t bothered to put her bra back on. I’d taken that as a good sign and the fact that she peeled her t-shirt off again the second I set her down was an even better one. She reached for my shirt and pulled it up over my head. She unbuttoned my jeans and then lowered the zipper while sucking gently on my neck. She pushed my pants down off my hips and left them to me to remove the rest of the way.

She moved closer to the center of her bed and I followed after her. She unbuttoned her jeans for me and then laid back to let me do the rest. I took my time with her because she’d said she didn’t want to rush. I was going to hold her to that, even if she’d changed her mind. It was hard to believe it had only been a week since we’d met. We’d gotten to know one another pretty well in such a short amount of time. It dawned on me then just how much it would suck to lose her.

I pulled off her jeans, taking her tiny white cotton panties along with them. Lingerie had its place, and I had no doubt Sookie would look amazing in it, but there was something even sexier about the simplicity of cotton. It was unassuming and innocent, two words I might have used to describe Sookie if I hadn’t been exposed to her wilder side in the last few days. To look at her you’d never know she was the sort to pull a guy into a closet and give him the best blow job of his life, but that’s exactly what she’d done, and I had been lucky enough to get a repeat performance in the back seat of the Comet only an hour before.

With nothing left between us, and all the time in the world, I kissed my way up her body, starting with the top of her foot and moving slowly up her leg. I nuzzled the inside of her thigh and then skipped over her center, which wasn’t easy to do with the sweet scent that was radiating from her. She was clenching at the sheets underneath me, rolling her hips and whimpering for me to ‘get on with it’.

“Patience, lover.” The new pet name came rolling off my tongue and I decided I liked the sound of it.

“We’ve been patient.” Sookie whined but I paid her no mind and started all over again from the top of her left leg. She groaned in frustration and tried to urge me on. “Eric, please,” She reached for me in attempts to pull me closer to her.

I moved up her body, avoiding the areas I knew she wanted me to touch until my lips found hers. She nibbled my bottom lip and wrapped her legs around me. “Condom.” I managed to say through my own little haze of lust.

“Unless you’re planning on giving me something more than an orgasm, we don’t need one. I’m on the pill.” Sookie brushed my hair back from my face.

“I’m clean.” I whispered, earning me a smile from her.

I’d been sure to get tested after every woman I’d slept with just to be on the safe side. I always used protection but I would rather be safe than sorry. The idea of finding out I had contracted something and having to make those phone calls to figure out how just didn’t appeal to me. Nor did having to call the women I’d been with to tell them to get themselves checked out.

Sookie’s hand reaching between us to position me jarred me from my thoughts and brought me back to the moment we were in. Her eyes never left mine as she guided me inside her. I moved slowly, watching her eyes widen as her body slowly stretched to take me into it. The little noises she made as I slowly pushed forward made me want to go faster but I kept myself in check. I didn’t want to hurt her and I knew I would if I went too fast. She stretched forward to kiss me and continued to do so until I was as far inside her as her little body would allow. I remained still just for a minute until she had time to adjust.

She was so hot and tight around me. She fit perfectly. Her hands came up to find mine and I shifted to brace my weight on my elbows. She whimpered with pleading eyes and rolled her hips to get me moving. I pulled back slowly, only to push back in. Her hands squeezed mine and her back arched. We continued on at a slow pace, just enjoying the feeling of being together like we were. Just like Sookie wanted, we took our time. It was romantic and slow with the moonlight being the only thing illuminating either one of us.

It sounded cheesy to me in my head, but I realized for the first time there was a difference between sex, fucking and making love. This felt different to me than it had any other time in my life. It wasn’t just a series of mechanical movements designed to get us off. There was a connection building between us, and it got stronger with every thrust of our hips. I felt something in my chest tighten and when I kissed her, I got the impression she was feeling very much the same as I was in that moment.

She pulled her legs up higher, allowing me to go deeper inside her. She whimpered and said, “Eric, please, you have to go faster.”

I gave into her and moved faster. Her breathing increased as well. Her hands let go of mine and found their way to my shoulders before reaching around to my back. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, nipping and kissing the soft skin I found there before sinking down further to her collarbone. She scratched at my back and any pain I might have felt from her scratches was overshadowed by how good she felt around me.

I pulled back to look in her eyes when I felt her starting to muscles starting to spasm just a little, a warning that she was close to finding her release. “So beautiful.” I whispered to her and then caught her lips with mine.

She moaned in my mouth, her hands moving down to my hips to pull me closer and closer to her. “Eric, I’m close.” She whispered to me, although I already knew. I moved with more intensity and her whimpers became cries. “Come with me, Eric.” Her voice shook with her impending orgasm getting closer and closer.

She hitched her legs up even higher and I was able to hit a spot inside her that made her scream. Hearing my name come from her sounding the way it did pulled me over the edge with her and I swelled and then released inside her, her muscles clenching and squeezing, pulsing around me with her own pleasure at its peak. Her legs squeezed my sides, her knees digging into me and her hands grasping me tightly. Her chest heaved below mine, both of us sweating and sucking in air before our lips found their way to one anothers.

I fell to the side and pulled her close to me, breathing in the scent of her hair. We were quiet at first, just letting it all sink in. I put one of my legs over both of hers, effectively wrapping myself around her. I hadn’t realized until that moment that there was a part of me that was worried she might bolt or panic like she had a week before. I didn’t want her to run from me. Slowly, my heart rate returned to normal and I relaxed against her.

“That… was… intense.” Her voice was staggered when she finally spoke.

“Yeah.” Was all I could summon up to say. We fell into another silence after that.

“Thank you.” She whispered against my chest a few minutes later.

I tilted her face up toward mine and asked, “What for?”

“For being patient with me and for trusting me enough to let me come to you when I was ready.” Sookie gave me one of those sad smiles again that had me wondering what was going on in her head.

“You don’t need to thank me, Sookie. You are more than worth the wait.” I promised her, kissing her forehead.

Sometimes it was so easy to understand her, while other times it was next to impossible to know what she was thinking. I supposed it would all just come to me in time. There was much to be learned about the beautiful woman lying next to me, and I wanted to know it all.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Sookie sounded a bit haunted.

I rubbed little circles on her back and said, “Okay.”

“The only reason I’m bringing this up now is because it’s part of the reason why I can get so stuck inside of myself sometimes and I don’t want you to think that it’s because you did something wrong.” Sookie tried to pull back from me but I just held her closer to me.

“No, Sookie, don’t push me away. Lean on me.” I whispered to her. Her breath caught and I thought she might be crying. Shit. Whatever it was she had to tell me couldn’t be good.

Still, she nodded against me and tucked herself closer as if she was trying to make herself smaller. “When I was a little girl, my brother and I spent one weekend a month at my Gran’s house so our parents could have some adult time. I used to love those weekends. They were always so much fun, even if Jason was constantly teasing me or being a jerk. My Grandad would take him fishing while my Gran would teach me how to make pies or how to sew. We always did these simple little things that didn’t cost a whole lot but were fun all the same.

“When I was six, my Gran’s brother, Bartlett, moved in with Gran and Grandad after there was an electrical fire in his house. He was only staying there while the house was being rebuilt, but it took several months for that to happen. Summertime rolled around, and my parents decided they wanted to go away for a week. So Jason and I went to Gran’s while they were away. A bad lightening storm knocked down a couple of the trees out back behind Gran’s house, so Grandad had to go out back and clear them out. He took Jason along with him, as he usually did, when he had outdoor chores to do. Normally Jason put up a big fight about helping but then Grandad promised to teach Jason how to use a chainsaw. Jason’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and he didn’t complain after that.

“Gran had her Descendants of the Glorious Dead meeting to go to,” I gave her a questioning look, but then motioned for her to continue when I realized it wasn’t the right time to discuss what the Descendants of the Glorious Dead was. “I was too young to find any of that interesting just yet, so I had the choice of staying behind with Uncle Bartlett or going along with Grandad to clear out the trees. I could tell that I wouldn’t be welcome, as far as Jason was concerned, so I decided to stay behind with Uncle Bartlett. Gran left for her meeting. Grandad and Jason went out to the woods and I was alone with my great Uncle. At first, everything was okay. He made me lunch and then put on a video. I was still young enough at that age that I took naps in the afternoon sometimes.

“So there I was, curled up on the couch. I had fallen asleep while watching The Wizard of Oz, like I almost always did.” There she paused and tears started rolling down her face. Her body tensed against me and I could feel her shaking. “When I woke up, Uncle Bartlett was crouched on the floor next to me. He was running his fingers through my hair and kissing the side of my face.” She gasped for air like she was living this story all over again. I rubbed slow circles on her back in effort to calm her, but I’m not sure how helpful it was. “His hand was… well, it wasn’t where an adult should be putting their hand on a child. When I asked him what he was doing, he told me he was loving me and that he couldn’t help himself.” Right at that moment I wanted to kill. How any adult could do that to a child, let alone a girl like Sookie, I would never understand. “He made me promise not to say anything to Gran or Grandad, and since I was scared, I agreed. He promised he would never do it again. He lied to me.” Motherfucker. If I ever meet this scumbag, I’ll kill him. “It didn’t happen again on while I was staying with Gran that week, but the next weekend that Jason and I went to stay with her, it did. I never told a soul about what was happening. I thought maybe no one would believe me. Bartlett told me everyone would think I was a liar and what he was doing was completely natural. He told me it was my own fault for being such a pretty little girl.

“When I stopped wanting to go to Gran’s, my parents knew that something was wrong. I hated being alone with my Daddy, which I’d never hated before. I wouldn’t let him tuck me in at night and I wouldn’t let him help me with my baths anymore either. I didn’t want to ride in his truck with him to go to the store for little things like I always used to. I wouldn’t go down to the dock out back to go fishing with him. I just wasn’t being myself. Then one night I had a nightmare after a trip to Gran’s and I guess I was screaming for Bartlett to stop touching me. That’s how my parents found out what had been happening.

“Daddy left the house in a blind rage in the middle of the night with a shotgun in his hand, swearing up and down that he was going to kill Bartlett.” I wish I could have been there to help. “I don’t know what Daddy said when he confronted Bartlett, but I do know that that was the last time anyone in my family ever spoke to him. My Gran threw him out of the house. Grandad warned him that if he ever came back, he wouldn’t stop Daddy from doling out his own justice.” I wouldn’t have been so generous if it were my child. “My parents filed a police report but there wasn’t enough evidence to press charges. I think it was more like they didn’t want to put me through the stress of a trial.

“I spent a lot of time in therapy trying to work out my feelings over what had happened to me. Jason had to see the therapist too, just to be sure that Bartlett hadn’t tried anything with him, but he never had. Bartlett only wanted me, and for a long time he had me convinced that no one would ever want me but him.” The thought of Sookie sitting there blaming herself just for being there made me sick to my stomach. It wasn’t her fault that old perv couldn’t keep his hands to himself. “It took me a long time to understand that what happened to me wasn’t my fault and that I had no control over it. What he did to me didn’t happen because I was too pretty or because I had tempted him too much. I had to let go of the guilt and the shame that came along with what he’d done.

“I’d like to think that I’m over it but there are times when it all comes rushing back to me, and I wonder if it’s ever possible to really get past something like that. It doesn’t just go away, and it’s not just this thing that happened. It changed me. What he did made it really difficult for me to trust adults, particularly men.” She looked up at me then to gauge my reaction and I tried not to have one since I didn’t know what the right reaction was supposed to be. I understood why she’d kept her distance but I figured it was better to remain neutral than to plant my flag somewhere just yet. “I didn’t date at all in high school because of it. Quinn was the first boyfriend I had. Regardless of the way things ended between us, he made me feel safe. He never pressured me for more than what I was willing to give. I think there was a part of me that was anxious to marry him because I didn’t believe there would be anyone else out there who would want me if they knew the truth about me.

“I’m tell you this because as safe as I felt with Quinn, I never told him about what Bartlett did. He always just assumed that I took things so slowly because I was a virgin when we met. I realized after he stopped here the other day that I never trusted him enough to tell him, and maybe it’s crazy, but there’s something about you that makes it easy to say these things.” I wanted to stop her there to tell her that she could tell me anything, that she didn’t need to be afraid of me, but I wanted her to finish unloading whatever it was she’d been holding back. “I’m not afraid that you’re going to judge me for it or make me feel ashamed. I’m starting to realize that part of the reason things didn’t work with him is because I couldn’t tell him the complete truth about who I was. But I want you to know. I want you to know everything.”

I sat there with my arms still around her, letting everything sink in. She’d just put out a pretty big piece of herself for me to examine. The fact that she’d never mentioned any of this to a man she thought she wanted to marry was a pretty big deal. I wasn’t sure how I’d come to earn her trust so quickly, but I wasn’t about to question it. I was going to just go with my gut on things and not spend so much time mulling them over. What happened to her as a child didn’t change my opinion of her. I didn’t think she was damaged or disgusting, but I wouldn’t say that to her unless she asked me directly if I thought those things. I didn’t want to go planting ideas in her head that me thinking those things was even a possibility.

“Sookie, I’m sorry you were hurt.” Was all I could think of to say. Making empty threats to tear out the throat of some pathetic old man wasn’t going to make me a hero in her eyes, I could tell that much. “What he did was despicable and I’m sorry you had to go through it.”

She nodded against me and I felt wetness on my chest. “I’m sorry if I said too much.”

I turned her in my arms and pulled her up so she was sitting up next to me. “Don’t apologize for telling me about yourself, Sookie. If you want me to know things, I want to know them. It doesn’t matter if it’s good, bad or somewhere in between. All of those things that happened to you have made you the beautifully strong woman sitting next to me. Your tears,” I wiped them from her cheeks with my thumbs and kissed her cheeks. “They aren’t weakness. Frankly, I’d be more worried if this didn’t still get to you.”

She nodded, her eyes sinking down. “For what it’s worth, that was the last of my deep, dark secrets. The only person I’ve ever told about this is Amelia, and that’s only because she was with me when I found out that Bartlett was dead.”

I hoped he died painfully and slowly- perhaps red hot pokers were involved. “How did he die?” I had to know.

Sookie smirked and said, “Prostate cancer.”

“Good. Serves the fucker right.” I couldn’t restrain myself from saying it. “Sorry.” I only apologized because I didn’t want to make things harder on her.

Sookie sighed and rested her head on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, I thought the same thing myself a time or two.” I leaned down and kissed her hair. “I’m sorry if I ruined the night for you. I was having a really good time.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, Sookie. You told me something very important to you, and I appreciate you showing me that kind of trust. It means a lot to me that you would let me in that way.”

“You told me about Annika, and I know that wasn’t easy for you. So I guess this is my way of saying thank you for that.” She sighed, her eyes drifting closed as the last of her tears fell against my chest.

Her arm snaked across my chest and her fingers lightly tickled my ribs. She sat there quietly for a while and when her breathing evened out, I knew she was asleep. Slowly, I sank down in her bed, bringing her down with me. She snuggled against me, her fingers still moving against my side. I kissed her forehead and let myself drift off.

“Eric, wake up.” Sookie whispered in my ear.

“Saturday.” I grumbled, unwilling to open my eyes.

“I’ll make it worth your while.” She kissed my temple.

“Saturday.” I grumbled a second time.

Her hand took mine and I felt it run down her curves to the space between her legs. I felt the hot wetness there and it had other parts of me stirring, even if my brain and eyes weren’t quite ready to join the party yet. Just as soon as my hand was surrounded by warmth it was removed.

“Eric, wake up.” She said a little more loudly with more dominance in her voice. Her frustration was evident.

Then I felt my fingers tracing her lips before her mouth opened and her tongue darted out to lick my fingers. Only it was like she wasn’t seeing my fingers in front of her, but another part of me. A part that was rapidly standing to get her attention. She put my fingers in her mouth and started to suck and that was what got my eyes to open. When I looked over at her I realized she was already looking into my eyes.

“There you are.” She purred once her removed my fingers from her mouth. “Thank you for joining me this morning.”

It was still dark outside. “Morning? Sookie, I still see stars.” I looked to the windows.

She giggled and said, “Let’s go see them from my deck.” There was mischief in her voice and daring in her eyes but I ignored it.

“What? No, it’s Saturday. We sleep in on Saturday.” I tried to pull her back to me. As much as I wanted to bury myself inside her, I was exhausted.

“I promise we can come back to bed soon, but I really want you to come with me.” The way she said it, all low and sultry had my curiosity piqued. I groaned, but let her tug me out of bed. I got the feeling she wasn’t going to give up.

She was dressed in the t-shirt I’d been wearing the night before. She handed me my jeans and I put them on. She tugged me down the stairs behind her and grabbed a blanket off of the back of the couch before opening one of the French doors that led onto her deck. She slid back the screen door, and pulled me outside. She turned one of two chaise lounges to the east and told me to sit.

“Sookie, we can snuggle in bed and it’s much warmer up there and requires no clothing. Jeans and a hard on don’t go together.” I was pouting. I was a crabby bitch when I didn’t get enough sleep, and I always let myself sleep as late as I wanted to on Saturday.

“Well allow me to fix that, then.” Sookie sat between my legs and spread the blanket out over us, making sure we had adequate cover before her small hands unzipped my jeans. “Don’t close your eyes, Eric.” She instructed as she freed me from the denim.

She started to stroke as the sky began to lighten. She was so relaxed about it, like it was the most natural thing in the world to be giving me a handjob in her backyard while we watched the sunrise. Not wanting to be accused of being a selfish lover, since nothing could be further from the truth, I returned the favor my dipping my fingers between her thighs. Her legs bent and her knees parted under the blanket to allow me better access.

“You aren’t the least bit worried someone might see us?” I whispered to her hoarsely, a combination of sleep and lust husking my voice.

She turned her face up and kissed my jaw. “Our nearest neighbor is Amelia, and I can guarantee she and Tray aren’t up yet. And if they are, they’re not going to be watching out the windows.”

Because they’re still in bed, I said bitterly in my head before chastising myself. On a scale of ways to wake up, this wasn’t too bad. In fact, this was probably the only way Sookie was going to get me to watch the sun rise with her on a Saturday morning. The lighter the sky got, the faster she stroked. We laid there on the chaise lounge, toying with each other. She would take me to the edge and then back off and I merely followed her lead. By the time the sun had risen above the horizon, we were both panting and wanting each other more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. Putting my jeans on just wasn’t going to happen.

“Come with me.” Sookie purred again and then slipped out from under the blanket before I knew what was happening.

She darted into the house, leaving me on the chaise lounge all stunned and starry-eyed. I wrapped the blanket around myself as best I could and then darted into the house behind her. I let my jeans fall around my ankles, expecting to find her on the couch- or if I was really lucky, the kitchen table- but she wasn’t there. She wasn’t in the dining room or the living room. I bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I found her back in bed- just like she’d promised me before taking me outside- propped up against a bunch of pillows.

There was no evidence of the insecure victim who’d cried on my shoulder last night about the things she’d been through as a child. I wondered how she was able to turn it on and off like she did. She could stowe things away so easily sometimes, while there were other times when it was obvious she couldn’t hold anything back. I came to the conclusion that on anyone else, I would have found the complexity to be maddening and too troublesome to learn how to navigate. On Sookie, I found it endearing. I wanted to learn all the triggers and ways to push her buttons, just as it seemed she wanted to learn those same things about me.

I climbed up onto the bed beside her and pushed her onto her side so we were both facing her windows. I lifted her leg and set it on mine before placing myself at her entrance. She gasped when she felt my tip there and reached back to pull me closer to her. I considered teasing her some more, but decided we’d waited long enough. I entered her slowly, reveling in the feeling of her slick heat surrounding me, drawing me deeper inside her. She moaned when I was as deep as I could get and brought my hand up to her mouth, my fingers again finding sanctuary inside.

I kept my strokes long and slow, waiting for her to prompt me to move faster just as she’d done the night before. With anyone else, it would have felt like torture to get so close and still feel so far away from what I wanted. With Sookie, I didn’t mind the intensity or the build up. I didn’t mind that she’d keep me right there on the edge because I knew that once we tumbled over it, it would be way more than worth it. She released my fingers from her mouth and turned her head as far as she could to look back at me. My lips connected with hers, her tongue slipping into my mouth to probe against mine in time with my thrusts.

She pulled her mouth from mine when her fingers dug into my hip behind her. “Faster, Eric.” She breathed heavily, sucking in air as quickly as she could.

I complied easily with her request and I felt her starting to squeeze me from inside. The clenching of her muscles triggered my own release. Her hand grabbed mine, placing it between her thighs, guiding me to where she needed it most. I rubbed tight circles on her slick skin and her grip on me from the inside began to tighten. I groaned against her neck, kissing her shoulders and thrusting a little faster. She was amazing.

“Oh, God, don’t stop.” She moaned loudly, as if there was a chance in hell that was going to happen.

Her small hand was on top of mine, directing it where to go. If I wouldn’t have been able to feel its effects on her, I might have been offended by it. But I was certainly reaping the benefits of her little tutorial and it was all knowledge I would store for another day. And then, all of a sudden, my name was tumbling from her lips as her muscles clamped down like a vice. Her nails dug into the back of my hand as she came. Two hard thrusts later I was tumbling down the rabbit hole right behind her. My arm moved away from her center and locked around her chest, holding her tight to me.

Her breasts heaved against my arm and her head angled down and kissed my fingertips. Her breath fell warm and moist on me, her own hand reaching up to stroke my cheek. She turned her head again as far as she could and accepted the kiss I offered her. Amazing, simply amazing.

“Well what do you know? I’m seeing stars, too.” She giggled, and then kissed me again.

We stayed locked in each other’s arms for the next few hours until Sookie pried herself loose. “Where are you going?” I whispered, not wanting to let her up.

“Bathroom. Then I think we need food.” She whispered and kissed my hand.

“The only thing I want to eat is right here.” My hand traveled down her body and she gasped when I touched her between her legs.

“Later.” She promised and then got out of bed before I could stop her.

When she emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later my eyes were closed. She sat on the edge of the bed and kissed me until my eyes opened. “Why do you have clothes on?” I almost pouted at her.

“I will not cook naked in my kitchen. Amelia is infamous for just popping up and she doesn’t need to see all of that.” Sookie warned me and then got off the bed.

She wasn’t really dressed, she’d just put my t-shirt back on. I got out of bed as she was going out her bedroom door. I walked to her bathroom and took care of business before realizing my jeans were still downstairs where I’d left them earlier. I grinned at the idea of strolling into her kitchen naked and joining her downstairs. She’d already gotten the coffee started and was pulling food from her fridge. When she turned to see me walk into the room, she nearly dropped the carton of eggs she was holding. She flushed bright pink and bit her lower lip. Already I knew that meant she was having trouble controlling herself. I smirked at her and then went to retrieve my jeans.

“You’re evil.” She whispered to me when I approached her.

“You brought it on yourself. Maybe next time you’ll just stay in bed with me like I wanted.” I teased, and she handed over the carton of eggs for me to start cracking into a bowl for her.

She groaned when her phone started ringing. She looked at the name flashing on the screen and her eyes narrowed with disdain. “Eric, I’m sorry, but I have to take this or he’ll just keep calling me.”

“The ex?” I didn’t want to be jealous but it flared up just a little. I knew he’d stopped by but Sookie had been short on the details of what it was he’d wanted to talk to her about.

“It’ll just be a minute, I promise.” She pushed herself up on her toes to kiss my cheek and then headed out to the deck to take the call.

I stood there watching her pace back and forth as she talked. Her hands shot out, gesturing wildly as her face started to turn red. Whatever he was saying to her clearly didn’t make her happy. Finally, just when it looked like she was going to hurl her phone over the fence, she slammed it shut and came back inside. I wanted to ask if everything was okay but decided it wasn’t really my place to ask. She’d talk about it when she was ready.

“I don’t know what I ever saw in that guy sometimes.” She put her phone down on the counter and I took that as an invitation to ask about the call.

“What happened?” I tried not to sound too interested.

“He called to tell me he thinks he made a mistake.” Oh hell fucking no.

“And what did you tell him?” I had a pretty good idea but I wanted to hear her say it.

“I told him that I’ve moved on and that I’m seeing someone and I have absolutely no interest in trading down.” She wrapped her arms around me tightly.

“I’m guessing he didn’t take that well?” I knew I sure wouldn’t.

“Not really, but that’s not my problem. He had his chance.” Sookie looked up at me, her voice went a bit sheepish. “And I told him my boyfriend and I would appreciate it if he would leave me alone from now on.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” I smiled down at her.

“I could call you my lover.” She teased, squeezing me as she said it.

“I’d answer to either.” I assured her and leaned down to kiss her softly.

“Good to know.” She winked at me and then pulled away to start frying bacon.

“What should I call you?” I asked while I started beating the eggs I’d cracked.

“What do you want to call me?” Sookie looked over her shoulder with a hint of nervousness on her face that wouldn’t allow me to tease her like I would have liked to just then. Did she really not know how much I liked her? I would have to remedy that. I set down the bowl I was holding and took the package of bacon from her hands. “Eric, what are you doing?”

I picked her up and set her down on the counter before leaning down so we were eye to eye. “In case I haven’t made it abundantly clear to you, you are the most fascinating woman I have ever met. When I’m not around you, I want to be. You make me very happy and I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. I am very much in like with you, Miss Stackhouse.”

Her eyes watered and she smiled that morning smile I liked so much. I silently pleaded with her not to cry. She must have seen it in my eyes because she took a deep breath and willed her tears away. She kissed me and then hopped off the counter to resume making breakfast. I went back to my eggs while she went back to her bacon. I was leaned up against the counter, watching her move around the room. When she reached up to get a baking dish I was treated to a visual that let me know she wasn’t wearing underwear, causing an almost violent twitch in my pants.

I forced myself to stay where I was until she turned to look over her shoulder at me. “Could you get that pan?” She pointed.

“It’ll cost you.” My voice dropped and my insides did a little victory dance when she shuddered just a bit.

“What do you have in mind?” She turned her body toward mine.

“Oh, I’ve got an idea.” I looked at her like a lion stalking its prey as I closed the distance between us.

She pressed herself into the corner, having nowhere else to go. She didn’t fight it when I bent to kiss her, nor did she push me away when I picked her up and set her on the counter. I wanted more than kisses but we didn’t get there before the smell of something burning filled the room and the smoke alarm went off. Another first with Sookie- I’d never been cockblocked by bacon before.

Sookie giggled then hopped off the counter. “I guess I’ll have to owe you one.”

“I’ll put it on your tab.” I promised and then got down the pan she wanted before going to open windows to clear out the smoke.


One thought on “Chapter 12: Lover or Boyfriend

  1. the abuse part hits too close to home for me. and like she said it comes back to you at the oddest times and it most certainly pisses you off that you cannot forget it. thanks for handling that exceptionally well. KY

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