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By the way her words were slurring together, I could tell the glass of wine she ordered wasn’t her first of the evening. “I think that’s why Sam settles for the never-ending stream of gold-digging ‘I’ girls,” she continued.
“What’s an ‘I’ girl?” I asked her.
“Oh, you know,” she waved her hand around. “Candi with an I, Terri with an I, Sandi with an I, Cami with an I. The parade of leggy blondes with enormous jugs that he shows up with always introduce themselves that way.” She mimicked shaking a hand and began fluttering her eyelashes. “Hi, I’m Bambi with an I.”
She started cracking up at her own joke. Her laughter was contagious, and I soon had the giggles as well. I was enjoying being with her and laughing at her despicable brother.
“You know what else,” she went on, leaning in further. “He doesn’t ever kiss them on the lips. They all think they are going to win him over and marry him and take his fortune, but he gets tired of them after a few dates and sends them along their merry way. Then POOF,” she snapped her fingers for added affect, “he finds another one just like the last 412.”
I had the feeling she wouldn’t be telling me all of this if she wasn’t tipsy. I wondered why Sam treated women like they were disposable. Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry about figuring him out because I had Seth, and he was wonderful. I decided to see what Jessie had to say about him.
“So tell me about your sweet brother.” I nudged her elbow gently.
“They are both sweet to me,” she replied. “But since I know you’re talking about Seth, he’s one of the good ones, Abby. Please don’t hurt him.”
Her sudden rush of sincerity surprised me. “I won’t,” I reassured her, and I meant it.
“Speak of the devil.” Jessie smiled at Seth as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “I’ll let you two be, since you’ve barely seen each other all evening.” With that, she hopped off her stool and disappeared into the crowd.
“I’m almost afraid to ask what you two were talking about.” Seth slid around and plopped down on the stool Jessie had just vacated.
“You, as a matter of fact,” I answered. “Your sister seems to think rather highly of you.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have interrupted then, but I feel like my siblings have had more of you tonight than I have.” I attempted to push the unwanted thought of Sam having a whole lot of me in the bathroom out of my mind. “Is it my turn to get to hang out with you?” Seth asked, batting his dark eyelashes playfully.
“Absolutely,” I answered. “Can we get out of here or do your family duties require you to stay longer?”
Before I finished the question, he had already downed the last of his drink and was standing up. “Let’s go. I’ve been wanting to rip that little black dress off you all night.”
“Deal.” I stood, taking his hand. As we exited, I tried to ignore the electrifying chill that went up my spine. I knew, without a doubt, that Sam was watching me leave with his brother.
I looked in my rear view mirror to make sure Seth’s Jeep pulled out of the museum lot behind me. We had decided to go to my house, and I was suddenly nervous about having him in my space.
Courtney had worked the dinner shift tonight, so she wouldn’t be there when we arrived, but she would be coming in later. I wasn’t sure how to let her know not to disturb us. I wondered if I should tie a ‘we are screwing our brains out’ scarf to the doorknob, but decided that was a little crass. She would just have to draw her own conclusions when she saw Seth’s vehicle parked in our driveway.
I was hornier than I ever remember being. In fact, I briefly considered pulling over and having my way with Seth in his Jeep on the side of the road. I pictured myself climbing through the door-less driver’s side and mounting him in one smooth move. I could have him inside me, easing this aching desire within seconds. I tapped the brakes, but at the last minute decided that we would have more room to fool around at home.
I refused to acknowledge the idea that this extreme randiness might be in any way related to my encounter with Sam in the bathroom. Besides, I told myself, I thought he was Seth when we were in there. Any lust that I felt for Sam had to be due to the fact that he looked exactly like his brother.
Even though it only took a few minutes to drive to my house, it felt like an eternity. I was so excited that my fingers shook as I tried to work the keys in the lock of our mahogany front door. When I managed to open the door, Buster thumped his tail a couple of times, but didn’t bother to get up. Tabitha lit out of the room as if her tail were on fire.
As soon as Seth shut the door behind us, I turned and pushed him back against it. I kissed him, plunging my tongue into his mouth. When I reached down, I happily discovered that he was already hard and ready. His groan of pleasure at my touch increased my urgency.
“I need you inside me now,” I pleaded as I worked to loosen his tuxedo pants. I freed him and wrapped both hands loosely around his thick cock, enjoying the velvety smoothness as I stroked up and down the length of him.
He whirled us around, lifting my dress and yanking my lacy thong down. I stepped out of the panties and leaned my back into the door as he lifted me over him. My hand guided him to my opening. I was so slick with desire that he slid right in. I tilted my head back and wrapped my legs around him as he kissed my neck and started circling his hips.
He held me against the front door with one arm as his other hand reached down to rub over me. I was strung so tight that a few quick brushes of his thumb over my clit had me convulsing around him. I cried out as I came hard, wrapping my arms around his neck and ramming my body onto his dick with every fiber of my being. His orgasm was powerful, and he yelled my name as his body tightened and he spilled into me.
We stood there like that for several seconds, breathing hard. Once my brain started to operate properly, I marveled at how strong he must be to have held me like that. I wasn’t a large woman, but I certainly wasn’t a waif. I preferred the word curvy, and he had held me with one arm and a very large penis. Impressive.
After he lowered my feet back to the floor, I did a hand motion indicating the rest of the house, beyond the entryway and said, “So, this is my place.”
“I love it so far,” he replied, and we both chuckled as we straightened our clothes.
When I showed him the kitchen, he grabbed a half-empty package of Nutter Butters. “I’m starving,” he admitted. “We snuck out of the auction before they served the rubber chicken.”
I had seen the menu and knew it entailed filet mignon and other fancy-schmancy cuisine, but was happier to be sharing stale cookies with Seth. As I poured us each a glass of milk, I decided that this was a great time to ask about his family. “So, Seth Davis, are you a part of the Davis family who put on that fabulous shin dig tonight?”
He seemed almost embarrassed, but he nodded and answered. “Yes, it’s my mom’s pet project. My grandmother died of breast cancer when I was young, and my grandfather lost his battle with throat cancer a few years ago.” He sighed, but continued. “It really took a toll on Mom. She became depressed - to the point that we were concerned that we were going to lose her, too. Then, one day, she decided to fight back. She came downstairs to breakfast dressed and enthused about stamping out cancer. She started planning the first fundraiser that morning. It was a huge success. Since then, she makes sure it gets bigger and better every year.”
It was the most he’d shared with me about his family, and I was impressed by his mother’s perseverance. “What a way to turn things around. Your mother must be quite a lady.”
He smiled with pride. “She is. My whole family is amazing. You met Jessie and Sam. They are the best siblings anyone could ask for, and Jessie’s little girl, Katie, is the light of my life. I call her Katiedid. I can’t wait for you to meet her.”
Thoughts were flying through my head as he spoke. I
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