e-reader in its case, and shut my light out without looking at the time. I will sleep, no matter how late it is. I turn my back to my bedside clock on purpose. My eyes close . . .
Nate is in bed with me. His head is under the covers, as he laps at and kisses my clit. I am hot with wanting, so I come rapidly, rocking my hips into his mouth and chin. After, we make love sitting on the edge of the bed, both of us watching as he enters and leaves my body. The sight excites us both, and we grow even more engorged. Soon, Nate has grown to monumental proportions, as he spears himself into me, moving himself in and out. The stretching sensation makes me come, as I clench tightly around him. We both come convulsively, Nate pushing himself into me hard, and spurting into his condom. Even though we are at the B&B, he stays in my bed, pillowing my head on his chest, and wrapping his arms around me. I sigh, feeling complete.
I spend the next week with Mom, helping her run the B&B, taking care of her guests. As the New Year approaches, two families leave, easing our workload slightly. I start putting up some decorations for the New Year, in preparation for the dinner we will have on that day – posole with red chile, white bolillos or dinner rolls, and pecan pies.
At the end of my first week, I’m no closer to a decision about my situation with Nate/ Mr. Drummond . The options haunt me, keeping me awake late into the night. More and more, I have to cover the dark circles under my eyes. Mom doesn’t miss a trick. One night, she brews up some herbal tea, and adds a generous dollop of honey.
“Corey, drink this. You need to relax and get some rest, or you’re going to collapse,” she tells me.
Gratefully, I sip at the hot tea. She’s right.
“Mom, I just can’t decide what to do. When I’m in bed, I’m going back and forth between both options. I’ve done the pros and cons exercise, too,” I moan. “I’m just pissed at myself, that’s all. I allowed myself to fall in love with a man who won’t ‘do’ commitment.”
Mom replied, “After your dad died, I refused to date for several years. Then someone I’d known for a long time asked me out. He told me he was interested in me, and had been for a long time. Yet, when it came time to start talking about ‘a future,’ suddenly, greener pastures beckoned, and he wanted to pursue other interests. But I had already fallen in love with him. Yet, despite my feelings for him, after one long discussion I told him to take a hike. It took about a year, then I found the courage to start dating again. None of my dates impressed me enough to make me feel like I could introduce them to you, so I just didn’t bother. Then, Scott came back into the picture. I was very wary, but he told me that he’d learned his lesson. We dated again, this time for about a year. One of my friends saw me falling in love with him all over again, so she took me aside and asked me what my plans were. I was still pretty gun-shy, even though I loved him. She told me that I needed to fish or cut bait – ‘You need to decide whether you’re going to introduce him to Corey and plan a life with him – or not,’ she told me. She also went and talked to Scott, and she found out that, again, he was not really willing to commit to a permanent relationship.. She told me what he’d revealed about himself, and my heart was broken again. I decided it was time for me to talk reality to Scott, and he confirmed what Millie had told me. I told him then that it was definitely over – and that I wouldn’t be available for any repeat performances, ever. He left, and I bought the B&B and moved up here. Sure, I date on occasion, but I’m happy with my life as it is. I have friends, both male and female. I have you and I have the B&B. I need nothing more, sweetheart,” my mom finishes.
“In other words, you’re saying I need to decide what would work for me, and what I’m willing to accept from a man?”
Nate is in bed with me. His head is under the covers, as he laps at and kisses my clit. I am hot with wanting, so I come rapidly, rocking my hips into his mouth and chin. After, we make love sitting on the edge of the bed, both of us watching as he enters and leaves my body. The sight excites us both, and we grow even more engorged. Soon, Nate has grown to monumental proportions, as he spears himself into me, moving himself in and out. The stretching sensation makes me come, as I clench tightly around him. We both come convulsively, Nate pushing himself into me hard, and spurting into his condom. Even though we are at the B&B, he stays in my bed, pillowing my head on his chest, and wrapping his arms around me. I sigh, feeling complete.
I spend the next week with Mom, helping her run the B&B, taking care of her guests. As the New Year approaches, two families leave, easing our workload slightly. I start putting up some decorations for the New Year, in preparation for the dinner we will have on that day – posole with red chile, white bolillos or dinner rolls, and pecan pies.
At the end of my first week, I’m no closer to a decision about my situation with Nate/ Mr. Drummond . The options haunt me, keeping me awake late into the night. More and more, I have to cover the dark circles under my eyes. Mom doesn’t miss a trick. One night, she brews up some herbal tea, and adds a generous dollop of honey.
“Corey, drink this. You need to relax and get some rest, or you’re going to collapse,” she tells me.
Gratefully, I sip at the hot tea. She’s right.
“Mom, I just can’t decide what to do. When I’m in bed, I’m going back and forth between both options. I’ve done the pros and cons exercise, too,” I moan. “I’m just pissed at myself, that’s all. I allowed myself to fall in love with a man who won’t ‘do’ commitment.”
Mom replied, “After your dad died, I refused to date for several years. Then someone I’d known for a long time asked me out. He told me he was interested in me, and had been for a long time. Yet, when it came time to start talking about ‘a future,’ suddenly, greener pastures beckoned, and he wanted to pursue other interests. But I had already fallen in love with him. Yet, despite my feelings for him, after one long discussion I told him to take a hike. It took about a year, then I found the courage to start dating again. None of my dates impressed me enough to make me feel like I could introduce them to you, so I just didn’t bother. Then, Scott came back into the picture. I was very wary, but he told me that he’d learned his lesson. We dated again, this time for about a year. One of my friends saw me falling in love with him all over again, so she took me aside and asked me what my plans were. I was still pretty gun-shy, even though I loved him. She told me that I needed to fish or cut bait – ‘You need to decide whether you’re going to introduce him to Corey and plan a life with him – or not,’ she told me. She also went and talked to Scott, and she found out that, again, he was not really willing to commit to a permanent relationship.. She told me what he’d revealed about himself, and my heart was broken again. I decided it was time for me to talk reality to Scott, and he confirmed what Millie had told me. I told him then that it was definitely over – and that I wouldn’t be available for any repeat performances, ever. He left, and I bought the B&B and moved up here. Sure, I date on occasion, but I’m happy with my life as it is. I have friends, both male and female. I have you and I have the B&B. I need nothing more, sweetheart,” my mom finishes.
“In other words, you’re saying I need to decide what would work for me, and what I’m willing to accept from a man?”
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