Chapter 36

Another week passed, and to help it do so, I spread my time between wandering around the yard and watching television. I hadn’t seen Jax since the incident, and though curious, I wasn’t curious enough to ask Torin about him. Truth was, I welcomed the fact he wasn’t around.

The day passed, though it did it in its own sweet time and it was almost noon the following day before I finally heard from Torin. It came in the form of being roughly turned and jerked against him as he buried my mouth beneath his. His erection dug into my abdomen as his lips and tongue danced in erotic fashion against mine, before stepping back, he whispered, “Missed you.”

My panties grew damp with the need pumping through me and throwing caution to the wind, I reached out and began pushing Torin backward.

Guiding him out into the hall, I continued to back him up, moving us toward the supply closet. Jerking the door open, I gave him a shove into its interior, then following behind; I pulled the door shut and locked it.

Seeing the shimmering heat in his eyes, I grabbed a hold of his belt buckle, unfastened it, and went to work on the button and fly of his jeans, murmuring, “I need you right, now!”

Hands moving to unfasten my own jeans, he husked, “No fucking objections here, baby girl.”

Beginning to pull my jeans and panties down my hips, as giving a little hip wiggle to help them fall around my ankles, I kicked them off one leg.

Spinning me around, he grabbed my hands and slammed my palms up against the door, then, jerking his own jeans down, he pushed a leg between mine, spreading them so I was open to him, before plunging inside me, his breath harsh and labored as he ground out, “Oh fuck! You feel good.”

Jutting my ass out so he could gain better access, I pushed back into him. Grabbing my hair in one hand and twisting it within his fist, he groaned, “Jesus! This isn't going to take long,” as he began pounding into me.

The sound of our coupling echoed about the small room, the slick, moist sound of his sliding in and out of me, as well, the light slapping of skin against skin intermingled with our gasps of pleasure. The very real danger of our getting caught heightened my arousal—a form of eroticism that had my orgasm teetering on the edge. My abdomen and inner channel were already quaking in pre-release when his nimble fingers found their way around to the sensitive nub between my legs, and he began to rub and rotate it between their tips. The action sent me spiraling over the edge, which he followed shortly with the muffled, yet hoarse shout of his own release.

Turning me in his arms, he lowered his head, his lips caressing my own. After a few minutes, he leaned his forehead against mine, the tips of his fingers stroking up and down my arms, finally, he breathed, “Jesus! What you do to me!”

We pulled apart; as outside of the door, we heard footsteps and I began struggling within the small space, to slip my jeans back up my legs and over my hips. Torin was trying to do the same, and in our haste, we bumped arms, elbows, and heads. Unable to stop myself, at our near comical actions, a peel of laughter escaped past my lips.

Torin, trying to hush me, paused, and raising an eyebrow in my direction, inquired in a low voice, “What's so funny?”

Still giggling, I waved my hands around, encompassing the area within which we stood, before whispering, “Us...this!”

A grin splitting his own lips wide, Torin replied, “Yeah, it is kind of funny. Under any circumstances though, it was hot as shit! Now, I'll never be able to walk past this closet again without getting a fucking hard-on.”

Running his eyes over the length of me, he asked, “Ready?” After I'd nodded, Torin opened the door, and making sure the coast was clear, he waved me out.

As we stepped out of the closet, his phone went off and pulling it out of his pocket, he checked the message, murmuring, “Sorry, gotta go, baby girl." Then, with a final toe-curling kiss, he was gone.

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More days passed and eventually the time I had been waiting for arrived. Entering the kitchen/bar, Rook juggled the bags of groceries, adjusting them so they wouldn’t fall. Hastening over to the counter, I plopped my purse and the bags I held down on it, then, turning toward Rook, I grabbed the white box wobbling precariously on top of the groceries he held before it could hit the floor. Its delicate balancing act threatened a disaster I didn't even want to think about!

With a happy smile lighting my face, I lifted the lid of the box containing Torin’s cake, reading the words—Happy Birthday—scrawled across its top. The wording was in a delicate, deep blue swirl, outlined in silver on the pristine white icing. As if I held a baby in my arms, I carried the cake over to the refrigerator, and then set it on the top shelf. With a gentle pat, I gave it a final grin, before closing the refrigerator door as Rook questioned, “All good? Need anything else?”

Tossing a glance at him, I shook my head, smiling as I murmured, “Think that’s got it. Thank you.”

As Rook headed out of the kitchen, I turned back to the bag of groceries and ripped one down the side, allowing its contents to spill out. Picking up the package of lobster-tails and the mussels that had tumbled out with the rest of the items, I carried them over to the sink, dumping the tails into its depths.

After removing the sealed packaging, I rinsed the tails, placing them in a strainer, before carrying it over to the center island. After I’d set the strainer down, I brought two large pots out from their home within the cabinet of the island—a pot for the mussels, and one for the tails.

As I worked, I hummed softly to myself, my hands on automatic as they performed their task. I'd been planning this surprise for Torin, and I'd been damn proud of myself that I'd maintained the secret—though it sure as hell hadn't been easy, as keeping it to myself had almost driven me insane! Eventually, I’d told Ginger of my plans as I’d needed to be able to use the kitchen. At hearing of my plans, she had clapped her hands, then with a big grin on her face, she had declared it was all mine, and that the kitchen and bar would be closed for service that night. She’d also made sure that Torin would be back from his run at the time I had set.

I’d had to tell Rook of my plans also as I’d needed him to take me shopping.

Now, the time had finally arrived.