Chapter 6
Teri
I woke up that morning before dawn. I hadn’t intended to wake up then, but I suddenly found myself wide awake. Was I dreaming? Was it a nightmare? I couldn’t remember. I felt like I was locked in something somewhere and I couldn’t get out of it. But it was dark and confusing.
I realized I was not home. I was somewhere different. Where was I? What was I doing there? It was dark, but not totally. I could see a little bit. I looked to my left and it all made sense to me now. I saw Darren lying there naked in the bed deep asleep. He was so peaceful looking. He was so handsome, and the way his face was totally emotionless made me think that he was much younger than he normally looked. It was like he’d been taken back to his teen years and I was catching a glimpse of what he must have looked like as a boy of about eighteen. He was beautiful and his ruggedly handsome looks were just starting to blend through.
I turned around and checked my phone. It was just after five in the morning. Shit. I’d slept there all night. I had to go. I didn’t want to explain to Bobby what I was doing there and according to Darren he often woke up about this time no matter what time he went to sleep. It was some natural rhythm that just woke him up at that time every day. I had to get out of there.
I grabbed my clothes and got dressed. Then I tiptoed out of the bedroom and went down the steps slowly. I made my way down the hall, past the kitchen. I checked the security system to make sure that nothing was armed before I opened the door and ended up setting it all off. Then I carefully headed out and locked the door behind me. I set the security system back up as I had been taught and then I headed out the door and got into my car.
“Dammit,” I said to myself when I reached the quiet safety of the car. I had not intended to sleep that long. I hadn’t intended to sleep at all, but being wrapped up in Darren’s arms just felt so good that I was not able to control myself.
It was amazing. I never thought it would happen that fast, but it had and we really went for it. That sex was like we’d taken every single thing that had been pent up inside of both of us for a long time and we had purged it with everything had.
I knew as soon as the sex was over that I was truly in love with this man. He was everything I’d ever wanted in every single way. I never even realized exactly what I wanted, but when I met him I knew the game was over. I’d done my best to keep my feelings inside and not to let them spill over by a single degree. I hoped he couldn’t tell.
But at least we’d told each other that this was real and we both wanted to see where it went.
I kept thinking about the way he’d just taken me and had his way with me. He was forceful, yet respectful and he seemed to know exactly how to touch me, how to hold me, and how I needed to be taken care of. And his cock. Oh, that magnificent prick was so good. I needed it back inside of me right now. I was getting so wet sitting in the car thinking about it as I drove away from his house. Damn. I was addicted to that man. This love could be addicting.
Love? Yeah, it was. I knew it. I wasn’t going to hide from the word, but I might refrain from using it around Darren. I didn’t want him to think that I was becoming obsessed with him or something.
When I got home, I crept into the house and headed for my room. But I was not that quiet and I was not the only one awake. Ida was sittin
g in the kitchen eating a bowl of oatmeal.
“Hey, there,” she said. “You are really getting in late tonight. Or is it early?”
I smiled. “Yeah, mind your business.”
“Oh, it should be my business. You need to come over here and talk to me. I want details. I want everything.”
I sighed. I wasn’t going to get around this. Inquiring minds want to know.
“Can’t I even get a shower?”
“No,” she said. “You can shower later. I want to smell the sex on you.”
“You are being so gross right now.”
“I know. That’s just my way.”
“You should find another way,” I said.
I sat down at the table and eyeballed her oatmeal. It looked disgusting.
“What?”
“You make yours with milk? That’s gross. Why not use water?”
“Because, this is better tasting.”
“Well, I heard someone the other day on television say that dairy milk has pus in it,” I said.
She grimaced. “Probably. That must be the sweet after flavor that I get when I eat this. And I think it’s good for protein.”
“Probably. That must be it.”