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“Wait,” Amelia says, shifting up to her knees. “Let me clean you up first.” I pause, slightly unsure of her intentions, but that quickly changes as she takes me in her mouth and sucks hard. I groan at the way she is sucking my cock right now. Her lips pop off my length and she runs the tip of her tongue around my head, then giving slow licks to gather proof of her orgasm mixing with mine.
I ghost my fingertips on her jaw, coaxing it open further. “Do you like the way you taste?” Her eyes lock on mine and I feel her agree, the vibrations heaven against my cock. “Clean me up then. Don’t miss a drop.”
She begins again, keeping her eyes locked on mine. Her tongue laps along the ridge of my cock, swirling around my slit. Amelia gives one final lick and sits back on her heels. A self satisfied smirk is on her face as she runs her finger along her lips, wiping any last drop. I reach for her, pulling her body close and slip the washcloth between her legs. It is cooler now and she gasps in surprise. “Sorry, baby.”
“It’s alright.” I finish cleaning her, dropping the washcloth in the hamper before clambering up onto the bed and wrapping her in my arms. Drawing the blanket over us, I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, and sigh.
“So, now that I’m awake,” she softly says. “What is on the agenda?”
I chuckle. “I was thinking coffee on the dock, maybe some kayaking? And then come back, hang out with Lennon for a bit.”
Amelia sighs, the sound woven with joy. “That sounds perfect.” Her head rests on my shoulder. “I love you. I’m so glad you suggested this.” She peers up at me. “Thank gods you were there that day, Rhodes Alexander.”
“Always,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
CHAPTER 62
Rhodes---Waves
I place the final dish into the dishwasher, glancing out the stained glass window to find Amelia on the porch stoop. She is wrapped in a plaid blanket, a mug of coffee sitting beside her, as she watches the birds swoop down to touch the lake.
She seems happy here. Having Amelia here with me is something I dreamt of. I wish my parents were here to experience it with us, but I know that Amelia will breathe life back into this home.
Drying my hands on a dishtowel, I snag the field coat hanging by the door, and slip outside. The broken jacket is grey with a flannel lining. I’m grateful I thought to leave it here when I last came. The screen door slams behind me and Amelia whips her head around, those waves freely flying around her face.
“Whatcha doing out here by yourself?” I crouch beside her, tucking one particularly unruly strand of hair behind her ear.
“I needed to think. Did you know this is the first time in five years I have been able to fully breathe? I don’t have to worry about anyone trying to take my seat, or trying to kill those I love, or having to slip into being The Fox. Out here, I get to just be Amelia.”
“I’ve never asked you.” I shift, setting down beside her and putting our shoulders together. “Why a fox?” Amelia reaches for her coffee mug and takes a sip.
“When I was little, I found that I gravitated toward animals that were clever. Underestimated. I liked the way those animals were loveable, and also a bit unusual. Parker’s favorite animal is the monarch butterfly, you know. Which, honestly?” Amelia smiles widely. “It fits her. Monarchs are actually poisonous. They store a toxin in their bodies as a means to protect themselves. Parker was raised in the Irish Mob and she learned quickly how to survive.”
She glances at me, her eyes clouded with secrets. “Parker buries things within her.” I nudge Amelia, bringing her back to the present with me. “Anyway,” she says, gazing back at the water. “I always liked foxes and they’re pretty. So when the time came, she and I decided that I would be known as The Fox. That’s it. I just chose a pretty animal for an ugly life.”
She goes quiet after that, time passing as we watch the water. I hear Lennon purring through the open window, the wind playing with the waves. Eventually, she turns to me and runs her hands through my beard before patting my cheek. “Let’s go snuggle. Maybe start a fire and nap?”
I stand and reach my hands out for her, making a grabby motion with them. She places her delicate hands in mine, the tremor barely palpable, and I pull her to me. Amelia leans in, kissing me twice before sauntering into the house. She looks back, a playful grin on her face and I follow her.
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It’s the last day before we have to return to the city and Amelia is a bit cagey. I know she is nervous about having missed something, but given that the satellite phone hasn’t rang, I feel like she’s just overreacting a bit. Understandable for sure, but it doesn’t make our return drive any better.
I have a feeling that we’ll be back to the lake soon if Amelia has her way.
The last few days have been nothing short of amazing. I’ve not seen Amelia smile this way in a long time. I hear her in the master bedroom. She’s probably packing or pacing—or both. Lennon hops onto the couch and curls into my lap. For a grumpy cat, he has taken to showing me constant affection. I rub his ears and feel his claws dig into my thigh in happiness.Yeah, yeah. I know you love me.
Smiling, I lean my head along the back of the couch and wait for Amelia to appear. My eyes close and before I know it, an hour has passed with no sign of her. I shove Lennon off my lap, earning a disgruntled chirp, and run up the stairs to find her.
There is a soft sound echoing down the hall. As I pad closer, the door to the bedroom is slightly ajar and when I peek in, I am rewarded with a vision I will never be able to erase. Even if I could, I wouldn’t want to.
Clothes are strewn all over the floor and our suitcases lay unpacked. In the middle of the mess, Amelia is naked, wholly confident in the goddess she is.
One arm stretched out before her, that full figured chest flush with the floor and her ass is up in the air. Amelia has her knees spread as far as they will go, grinding down onto the hand between her legs. From here, I can see her wet cunt, swollen and pink. I sneak into the doorframe, and as I do, Amelia’s hand shifts to reveal a blue vibrator being pushed against her clit. I watch as her hips push against it, those thick thighs straining to give her clit better access.
She has taken pleasure into her own hands.
A moan reverberates across the room as I see her hips become desperate. Amelia whimpers, shifting her body so that she can bring herself to the edge before free-falling. I should be a better man and let her be alone.