Chapter 26

Theo became soaked again on his trip to town, mainly when he got out to search the ditch for Star's purse, and the clothes she'd been wearing when the transformation hit. He found them about halfway between the car and the cabin and scooped them all into a plastic grocery bag. Then, after making a grocery run and the necessary calls, he retrieved her suitcase from her car while he waited for the tow truck operator. Once her car was hauled to the garage, he returned to the cabin to find Star had cleaned up after dinner and done a load of laundry. Apparently her ankle wasn't bothering her much at all, though he chewed her out for abusing it anyway.
"I told my parents I wasn't coming up," he informed her as they sat in front of the fire he'd built. Star lounged on the sofa with her ankle up while he sat on the floor with his back against the front of the couch. "I also told Sam you were fine, but that I would stay here overnight to keep an eye on you, just in case. He wanted to rush up here as soon as he heard about the accident."
"But you convinced him otherwise, right?" She took a sip of the white wine he'd picked up on his grocery run.
"Yeah. I don't want him crashing through that door any more than you do." Probably less. She wouldn't be the one Sam beat the shit out of before his common sense kicked in and he remembered Star was an adult.
He heard her set her glass on the table beside her then felt her fingers rifle through his hair. "You're a good man, Theodore Morgan. I never did deserve you."
"You make me sound like a golden retriever," he complained. "Good is something you say about a neighbor. Not very exciting and not good for my masculine ego." He twisted so he could tickle her ribs.
She squealed with laughter, and moments later she'd rolled off the couch into his lap. Gazing up at him with her aqua eyes, she still chuckled. "Your masculine ego is just fine. I'd think the shower assured you I find you plenty exciting."
"Maybe I'm more insecure than you thought," he said, only half teasing, nipping playfully at her ear. "You did call me a boring old fart just before you stomped out my door last summer."
Her laughter stopped. "I'm sorry for that. It isn't true, you know. It's just that we enjoy different things."
"I know." And he wondered if they'd ever be able to compromise. Plenty of couples did, didn't they?
"I don't think we ever did it out here on the rug, did we?" Her small, soft hands slid up under his shirt, and he went from half-mast to fully erect in half a second. To hell with thinking - he wasn't stupid enough to let his regrets mess up this chance to remind her how good it had been between them.
"No - it was summer so we never built a fire." He smiled and lowered his face for a kiss, this one long, luxurious and sweet. He ran his hands up under her sweatshirt, humming happily into her mouth when he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra beneath it.
"We created enough heat on our own," she agreed when they pulled their lips apart to gasp for breath. "Told you we weren't going to spend our time talking." She pulled the sweatshirt over her head, revealing her creamy, pale breasts.
"Yeah, you did." He pushed her back onto the nylon fur rug, and bent over her to take one ripe raspberry nipple into his mouth.
"This is better," she sighed. Her spine arched as he sucked on that hard, rosy peak and she clasped his head to her breast. Her other hand lay above her head, clutching the rug. "Damn, I missed this. Not something you can simulate with a vibrator."
He paused, blowing lightly on the swollen bud, damp from his mouth. "You bring your little battery-operated boyfriend with you?"
Her skin flushed all the way down to the upper swells of her pretty breasts. "Of course. I expected to be here all alone."
"I want to watch you use it," he said huskily. "Will you do that for me?" It had been a fantasy he'd played in his head over and over while he'd gotten himself off over the last six months - the idea that somewhere, Star was bringing herself to completion and thinking about him.
There was a pause then she nodded. "Okay. Bring me my purse."
He dropped one sucking kiss on her other nipple then pushed himself to his feet. Her large, lime-green purse was on the dining table, and he grabbed it, turning to see her shimmy out of her sweatpants and socks. She laid there, her fair skin tinted luminously golden in the light of the fire, smiling up at him with her dark hair fanned around her delicate face. He dropped her purse beside her and unbuttoned his jeans before they amputated his swollen cock.
He stripped at lightning speed while she dug through her bag and snagged a throw pillow off the couch to tuck beneath her head. Once he was naked, Theo knelt between her splayed legs and watched as she pulled a turquoise blue vibrator out of a zippered case. It was maybe as long as his middle finger and twice as big around. He cocked one eyebrow. "Kinda small, isn't it?"
She chuckled. "It does the job." Just to torture him, he was sure, she raised it to her mouth and licked the tip.
Two could play at torture. Her waxed pussy gleamed in the flickering firelight, wet and puffy. He leaned forward and licked the seam of her labia, tasting her deeply before sitting back on his haunches. Damn, she tasted good. As soon as he'd had his fill of watching, he'd take his time devouring her creamy little cunt. He licked his lips before pointing to her bag. "You have a pair of nipple clamps in there too?"