You and Me (8 page)
Authors: Veronica Larsen
BONUS SCENE
Jackson
THIS COULD GO HORRIBLY wrong.
My mother approaches in her four-inch heels. Even though she chose this restaurant, she stands out from the other diners and from the lustrous, upscale decor around us. She's a visual cacophony of bright prints and a tornado of energy even before she's uttered a word, her hair as large as her toothy smile.
Samantha and I get up from the table. I can sense Samantha is nervous but I'm not sure she could possibly be as nervous as I am. My mother is a force to be reckoned with, and more often than not, scares women away. It's not that I mind dating a woman my mother doesn't like, but women, it seems, can't handle the not being liked.
My mother kisses my cheek then immediately turns her attention to my girlfriend.
"You must be Samantha."
Beside me, Samantha smiles politely.
"I am. It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Morgan."
My mother waves her words away, bracelets clanging. "Please, Mrs. Morgan is my mother, call me Eden."
Then, to the tune of jingling jewelry, my mother extends her arms and hugs Samantha, who seems a little caught off guard but hugs her back.
I detect something in the short introduction. Something in the way the two women silently, but quickly size each other up. My mother's sweeping gaze was quick but her expression was one I recognize. She's decided to like Samantha.
Soon, the awkwardness of introductions falls away, and as the dinner progresses, I'm relieved to find that my mother's eccentricity doesn't turn Samantha off, probably because it's not unlike her sister. The two speak easily and I recognize Samantha's laugh as real and uninhibited. It's a relief that the two women in my life get along.
After dinner, my mother leaves to go home, and Samantha and I go to a tapas bar for drinks, sitting on stools side by side. I catch myself leaning so far into her that I'm nearly off my stool. She draws me in so effortlessly. I can't remember a time I found a woman this interesting, hanging on to her every word. I set a hand on her leg as she talks, savoring every nuance of her reaction. Even after I've claimed her so many times, she still inhales sharply at my touch.
As we prepare to head home for the night, she excuses herself to go to the restroom, so I walk her to the door and wait outside. When she emerges, her dress is slightly hiked up on one side, revealing the top of her stocking, the lacy material that exists solely for the purpose of embracing those gorgeous thighs and driving me out of my fucking mind. I reach out to smooth down her dress, but instead, end up guiding her into the bathroom and shutting the door. We could be home in minutes, but fuck…I won't make the cab ride without feeling her around my cock.
She whispers my name in surprise as I lock the door. But she doesn't speak a word of protest when I kiss her, hot and heavy, nudging her back to the sink.
"I just need to feel you," I say, turning her around to face her own reflection.
Her hands close around either side of the sink and she throws her head back as I kiss her neck, her pulse picking up under my lips.
God, this woman drives me crazy. She smells like nothing I've ever experienced, an elixir created just to pull me under her spell.
My hand works quickly to pull up her dress and yank down her thong, then I slide it around to check just how wet she is. She moans and all but pushes her ass into me. I'm so hard my zipper's about to bust.
Fuck.
I pull out my rigid dick and slip on a condom. I've been going through them like crazy lately. Because of her. Because my need for her is unquenchable.
With a hand on each of her hips, I anchor her as I slide inside of her heat, as she squeezes and singes me in all the ways that make me crave her non-stop.
With each stroke, with each thrust, I drown in her. Our bodies collide in fast, desperate movements. Muffled music trickles in from the bar, mixing with my groans and her sexy moans.
In the mirror, her reflection makes me bear down and give it to her even harder. Her lips remain open in a constant stream of delicious whines. Pumping faster and faster, I hold on to her for dear life, savoring how the overwhelming pleasure plays out on her face.
She arches, body going taut as she grinds away her orgasm, gripping me and knocking me right out of my mind.
I forge into her again and again until I come myself, my body losing all its energy in a sudden expulsion, how I always feel whenever I'm around her. Satisfied yet greedy.
She turns around, panting and flushed, to lay a sweet kiss on my lips. She thanks me in whispers for how I make her feel and I wonder if she realizes how much I need her. This powerhouse of a woman I never saw coming…she's the amazing one.
Little does she know, she brings me to my knees.
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Acknowledgements
I'M NEVER AT A shortage of people to thank for helping me bring a story full-circle, but I'll keep this bite-sized. See what I did there? Eh?
To Nikki Sloane,
Andrea Charton Lefkowitz, and my husband. Three of my favorite people all in one awkward sentence, but there's a non-creepy reason. Not only did you guys beta-read this story for me (I appreciate and value your input so much—Thank you!) but you've also been an immeasurable source of encouragement and support.
To Heather Roberts and Social Butterfly PR, thank you a million times over for being so reliable, organized, and just generally awesome.
To Lea Marika, I mean…you already know, our bromance knows no bounds. I seriously consider you my secret ingredient. Thank you so much for caring as much about my stories as I do.
To all of the readers who pick up my books time and time again (and to the new ones, hey!) I appreciate you immensely.