That would be a 'no' to meeting the brother, then-- and, for once, not because of her. She'd met family before, but that was in high school, where everyone had known each other for years, and you didn't need to go through flaming hoops of courtship to know someone's parents. Or, for that matter, to run into them at fundraisers, the supermarket, school ceremonies... oh, she'd known some of the parents of the boys she'd slept with, alright.
Amber was more curious than ever about this brother of Eric's. Keeping close family ties would be part and parcel of the perfect man persona he had going, and if he didn't know-- or claim to know-- what his sibling was up to, there had to be a serious piece of history behind that. But he clearly didn't want to talk about it, and she wouldn't push; he wouldn't say anymore even if she did.
Eric's curt reply, I don't know, his near bolting away like a horse frightened by thunder, these all conveyed the message loud and clear: his brother was one touchy subject. It wasn't about her, Amber understood. It still stung a little, though, through the haze of the wine.
But she plowed on, not letting the new sign of just how under her skin he'd gotten bother her, telling him about her Free Agent status with plenty of enthusiasm. Before long she'd brought him back from that dark brink, and he took her hand again.
"Want more already?" Amber asked, playing with his fingers with her own. She brushed her fingertips against his, stroked his index with her thumb. Truth be told, she was still buzzing from her latest orgasms, flooded with endorphins and the occasional pleasurable surge. She could go home that night fully sated. A second-- or was that third?-- round was hardly needed. Amber might not even be up for it; it'd been an emotional roller coaster of a day, starting with their fights, and the public sex, and more fights, and sex again-- and they had work tomorrow.
And yet. The thought of wrapping herself around him, tight and possessive and complete, like she couldn't have before this audience, of riding him slow and deliberate, it welcomed her. Take him in full, in so many meanings of the phrase. Even if they didn’t do more than kiss and hug, the thought of falling asleep besides Eric appealed far too much to her. "And I want you to," her mouth quirked. "Ready to go?"
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Amber was more curious than ever about this brother of Eric's. Keeping close family ties would be part and parcel of the perfect man persona he had going, and if he didn't know-- or claim to know-- what his sibling was up to, there had to be a serious piece of history behind that. But he clearly didn't want to talk about it, and she wouldn't push; he wouldn't say anymore even if she did.
Eric's curt reply, I don't know, his near bolting away like a horse frightened by thunder, these all conveyed the message loud and clear: his brother was one touchy subject. It wasn't about her, Amber understood. It still stung a little, though, through the haze of the wine.
But she plowed on, not letting the new sign of just how under her skin he'd gotten bother her, telling him about her Free Agent status with plenty of enthusiasm. Before long she'd brought him back from that dark brink, and he took her hand again.
"Want more already?" Amber asked, playing with his fingers with her own. She brushed her fingertips against his, stroked his index with her thumb. Truth be told, she was still buzzing from her latest orgasms, flooded with endorphins and the occasional pleasurable surge. She could go home that night fully sated. A second-- or was that third?-- round was hardly needed. Amber might not even be up for it; it'd been an emotional roller coaster of a day, starting with their fights, and the public sex, and more fights, and sex again-- and they had work tomorrow.
And yet. The thought of wrapping herself around him, tight and possessive and complete, like she couldn't have before this audience, of riding him slow and deliberate, it welcomed her. Take him in full, in so many meanings of the phrase. Even if they didn’t do more than kiss and hug, the thought of falling asleep besides Eric appealed far too much to her. "And I want you to," her mouth quirked. "Ready to go?"