Lyrics of a Small Town by Abbi Glines

Twenty–Nine

“I must have forgotten to lock it after Rio left,” I replied. My heart was still racing from being scared to death but seeing Saul made all that okay.

“Rio was here?” he asked with a scowl.

“Yes.”

“Why the fuck was Rio here?”

He looked angry and jealous. I had texted him and he hadn’t responded all day, yet he got upset because Rio was here? Seriously.

Annoyed, I clutched the corners of the bath towel tightly and scowled back at him. “Because I had some information about our father. Remember the we might be siblings’ thing. Well, we are.”

Saul continued to frown. “What did you find out?” he asked.

I was too tired to go over all this again tonight. I’d stayed up late, hoping to hear from him and now he was here, and I was mad. “Hillya had a son named Rebel. He is our father,” I told him.

Saul moved toward me then and I wasn’t sure if I was happy about that or not. “So, Rio is your brother,” he repeated.

I nodded.

“Fine, but I still don’t like him here,” he said.

“Are you serious? What do you think we are gonna do? He’s my brother!”

Saul lifted his shoulders in a shrug as if it wasn’t important. “Nothing. I just don’t want him here with you. I don’t like any guy alone with you.”

My annoyance went from slight to full-blown. “You don’t get a say in that, Saul. Just like I don’t get to be concerned when you don’t respond to my text messages.”

He stopped in front of me and took one of my wet strands of hair between his fingers. What was it with him and hair? I should step back and jerk my hair away from him, but it felt good and I had missed him. I was also exhausted and when I was tired, I got angry over stupid things. Could this be one of those times? Would I think differently about it in the morning? I had to think that through first.

“You sent one text,” was his response.

“Yes, and in that text, I told you I was getting off work and going home,” I reminded him.

He wrapped my hair around his finger and tugged gently. “And I came here because that was where you were.”

Why couldn’t he say more than a few words or half sentences? “It’s midnight,” I pointed out.

“You’re still awake and naked.”

Growling in frustration, I pulled my hair from his hand and backed up. “And I am tired and going to bed,” I told him, proud of myself for standing my ground.

He looked hurt and almost confused. As if I had no reason to be upset with him. “My father showed up today. I had to deal with him and I had to take Lily to her AA meeting,” he said and took another step toward me. “I didn’t know you wanted me to respond. It’s not something I do.”

“You don’t respond to text messages?” I asked him.

He was close to me again and he ran the back of his finger over my bare shoulder. “I don’t tell people where I am or what I’m doing.”

Great. That made me feel special. “Glad to know I am considered people,” I shot back at him, unable to move away anymore because the edge of the bed was behind me.

The corners of his mouth curved up slightly. “You took that wrong.”

My eyebrows shot up. “I don’t see how else I was supposed to take it!”

He was grinning now. A fully amused grin. His dang teeth were perfect. “Before this thing with you, I’ve never conversed with a female about my plans. I just showed up when it worked for me.”

“That’s rude,” I replied.

He ran the back of his finger across my jawline and studied my mouth. I was quickly forgetting why I was mad. He was talented at that. “I see,” he said then began running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “You want me to tell you where I am then?”

I managed a nod. “It would be nice.”

His other hand tugged on the towel I was covered up with but I held it tightly. He lifted his gaze back to mine. “And if I do this, you won’t have other guys here?”

“Even my brother?” I asked incredulously.

He nodded. “Yeah, even him. I need time to adjust to the new relative thing.”

“Fine. Okay,” I said with a sigh.

He slipped a hand under the towel and I jumped when he ran his fingertips over my stomach. I wasn’t very angry anymore. My body had taken over and it wanted this very much.

“I’ll answer your text. Every damn one of them,” he said and bent down to kiss the corner of my mouth. “I’ll text you even when you don’t ask,” he whispered then pressed a kiss to the other corner of my mouth. “I’ll fucking call you if you want me to.”

He slid his other hand underneath the towel and grabbed my butt then pulled me against him. “If it makes you happy. I don’t want to see you upset.”

My hold on the towel had weakened and this time, when he tugged on it, the only barrier I had fell to the rose-colored rug under my feet. His gaze didn’t leave mine though. I stared up at him, needy and ready to be close to him again. “Am I forgiven?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He pulled his shirt off and then unbuttoned his jeans. When he pushed those down his hips, his eyes finally left mine and began slowly scanning my body. There was no part of me he hadn’t seen by now, but I still felt the blush on my skin from the vulnerability.

I watched as he stepped out of his jeans and boxer briefs. Seeing his erection made the ache between my legs tingle. “Come here, Henley,” he demanded in a low voice.

I went without hesitation. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I went on my tiptoes and kissed him. The truth about it all was I had missed him. Not just the sex, although it was incredible, I missed Saul. I missed being near him, hearing him talk, watching him, making him smile.

His hands grabbed my bottom and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, causing his hardness to press against me. I gasped into his mouth, but I didn’t break the kiss. I wanted to taste him. Our tongues slid in and out, mimicking what our bodies would be doing soon.

Saul moved forward and lowered us onto the bed behind me. I kept my legs around him, not wanting to lose the friction of our bodies. He began kissing my neck as one of his hands moved to cover one of my breasts. His kissing became more demanding and then he paused at my cleavage before lowering his head and licking at one nipple and then the other.

My breathing was more of a pant at this point.

“Roll over, get on your hands and knees facing the mirror,” he said as he moved away from me, causing me to unlock my legs as he left.

I did as instructed and watched in the mirror as he moved behind me. His eyes locked with mine and his hands grabbed my waist. When his erection brushed against me. I sucked in a breath and held it. Then he took it in his hand and guided it in the wetness between my legs that was more than ready for him.

He lifted his gaze once more to meet mine as he slowly entered me. I wanted to close my eyes and soak in the pleasure, but I also wanted to watch him.

“I’ve thought about this all day,” he said with a groan. Then he rocked his hips and pulled out just enough before slipping back into me. “You are what got me through today’s shit. Thinking about you and this.”

He was deeper in this position and I realized that, again, he wasn’t wearing a condom. It felt better. He slid in and out faster and the bare contact was unlike anything else. With each stoke, he started to move quicker and harder. His fingers dug into my hips and I moved my gaze from his to watch our bodies in the mirror.

His muscles flexing, my breasts bouncing and swinging with each thrust, it was beautiful and erotic to see us this way. My orgasm had been building but seeing us like this and watching his jaw clinch with each thrust sent me flying into pleasure. Throwing my head back, I cried out as the rapture of the moment took over.

“FUCK! That’s it, baby, come on my dick.” Saul’s voice seemed far away as I floated on the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

“GAAAHHH!!!” Saul roared, and he was out of me immediately. Once his hands left my hips, I fell onto the bed as the heat from his release hit the back of my thighs. I turned my head toward the mirror to watch him.

He was on his knees, his perfectly firm body taut and slightly bent as he shot his come onto my back. “Damn,” he said hoarsely. Then turned his head to meet my gaze in the mirror.

I smiled at him and a slow smile spread across his face.

In that moment, I was sure I could forgive him anything.