Lyrics of a Small Town by Abbi Glines

Thirty-Four

Rio took the tray of corn outside once I finished. I moved to the living room, pulled a book up on my phone, and found a spot on the sofa. I was barely on chapter three when I heard the front door close. I finished the page and then looked up just as Saul walked into the room. His gaze found mine. He didn’t smile, but he didn’t break our gaze as he walked down the stairs and over to me.

When he reached me, he stopped and held out his hand. I put the phone down and reached out mine. Hs fingers wrapped around my hand and he pulled me up and against his chest. He buried his head in the crook of my neck and we stood there like that silently for several moments.

I put my arms around him and held him because it seemed to be what he needed. He inhaled deeply and I wished he would tell me what all he had dealt with today. I wanted to be here for more than sex. I wanted to listen and be here for him to vent to. He needed to talk about things more. I just had no idea how to get him to do it.

“This is good,” he said against my neck then lifted his head and straightened.

“Bad day?” I asked, already knowing the response I would get.

“Yeah,” was all he said, just like I expected. “But you always make it better.”

That was why I would stay. That was why I wouldn’t give up and walk away. He had me. I had never been one that wanted to fix what was broken. I normally ran from things I didn’t understand. Saul was different. I wanted to be different for him.

“Were you reading?” he asked me.

“Yes.”

He kissed my forehead. “Sorry I was late.”

“It’s okay. This sofa is comfortable,” I replied.

He grinned then and looked out the windows behind me at the party going on outside. “If you want to go out there we will. I’ll even be good if you want to swim. But if you would rather go up to my room, that’s an option.”

Being alone with him after this day was all I wanted. “What would we do up there?” I asked playfully.

He ran his hand over my butt and slapped it once. “Watch a movie, take a shower, fuck in front of the mirror in my bathroom,” he said then bent down to kiss my lips once. “I really want to bend you over my sink soaking wet from the shower and watch you come,” he whispered against my lips.

“Okay,” I agreed.

He smiled again. “Come on.”

I picked up my phone and he took my hand to pull me toward the stairs.

“Y’all leaving?” Drake asked and Saul turned to look back at him.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“At least you’re in a good mood,” Drake said with a drunken grin.

Saul ignored him and we headed to his room. Drake forgotten.

As soon as the door closed behind us, Saul locked it. “I fucking missed you,” he said, turning back to me, his eyes already heated. My body trembled with anticipation. There were many things that I worried about with us but sex was not one of them.

“Strip,” he said, his eyes traveling down my body.

“What?” I asked.

His gaze shot back up to meet mine. “Strip for me.”

Okay. This was new. The idea obviously excited him. It was clear on his face. I reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

“Drop it,” he said.

So I did. I dropped the shirt on the floor then went for the buttons on my shorts. When I pushed them down over my hips and wiggled until they fell, his eyes widened slightly. I kicked them to the side then reached up to unhook my bra.

When it fell free, I slid it off my arms and let it drop to the floor and join my shirt.

“God, I love your tits,” he said as he stared at them. My body flushed with desire.

I finished by taking off my panties and then I was bare in front of him. He stood there, not touching me, only looking. When his eyes made their way back to mine, a slow wicked grin appeared on his face.

“I’m going to bathe you. Every part. Slowly,” he said then stepped forward and grabbed my waist. He picked me up and walked backward toward the bed. “Then I am going to fuck you in front of the mirror.” He tossed me back onto the mattress and began taking off his clothes. “But first I have to be inside you. I can’t wait any longer.”

He crawled on top of me and I opened my legs as he lowered himself between them. Our gazes locked as he pressed his erection against me. He inhaled sharply. “You’re already wet,” he said and then slowly eased into me.

I whimpered with pleasure as he took his time until he was completely inside. He looked down at me and his breathing was hard and fast. He began to slowly ease out then sink deeper until he had a rhythm. I lifted my hips to meet each thrust. I didn’t close my eyes. I didn’t want to look away from him.

The orgasm that hit me came so fast I hadn’t felt it building. Arching my back, I cried out his name and clung to his arms. Wave after wave crashed over me. Each jolt more pleasure than the last. I said his name over and over, delirious from the most unbelievable experience in my life.

“GGGAAAAAHHHH!” Saul shouted and he pulled out of me. I wanted to watch him, but my body was weak and I couldn’t manage to open my eyes just yet. He groaned again then his body came over mine, turning on his side and pulling me with him.

We lay there wrapped in each other’s arms as our breathing slowed. “Henley,” he whispered against the top of my head, but he said no more. He ran his fingers over my arm, causing goosebumps to cover them. Pressing my face against his chest, I fought the urge to say things that I couldn’t say yet. Things I wasn’t sure of and that I feared may be simply from the moment we just had. Emotion wasn’t something I always trusted. It could affect reality. I kissed his chest then tilted my head back to look up at him.

There were things I was certain of though. Like I would do just about anything he asked of me. I wanted to make him smile always. And that being with Saul made me feel a way nothing or no one else ever had. I had loved Will but I realized now it had been a young love and a first love. We had never known what it was like with anyone else. I would always miss Will and love him. But feeling guilty for what I felt now with Saul was pointless. My life was moving on and it was supposed to.

Later, when we were asleep after showering and having hot sex in front of the mirror where he cursed and said naughty things that drove me to an orgasm, I would go to sleep thinking of him simply saying my name and wondering if he had wanted to say more.