Banking on Him

Chapter 10 - Reese

I'm not sure why I said that, but damn it was the truth. Some poor bastard out there was really missing out on her. She's easily the total package.

The song changed, and I grabbed her hand and twirled her around to Middle of a Memory by Cole Swindell. "Look, a song I actually know." She laughed out loud, and damn if she didn't look even more beautiful. I felt like these unguarded happy moments were probably rare for her. Her hands remained around my neck and we swayed to the song as I sang to her softly.

She looked up at me and I brushed a gentle kiss on her lips before dipping her low. She laughed again, "So, you don't like country music?" She stepped back and crossed her arms across her chest.

"If I say no, are you going to kick me out without dinner?" 

She giggled, "No, but it's practically a sin, you do live in the south." 

I rolled my eyes, "Barely, and if you must know, I'm more of a rock and roll kind of guy." It was her turn to roll her eyes. "I should have known." 

The timer went off signaling dinner was done, and she busied herself with preparing the plates. I watched her move effortlessly around the kitchen, bending and stretching to reach for plates and things. I was starting to get hard again just watching her move. That's when I realized I had it bad.

We ate in comfortable silence, both starving from the physically exhausting day we had. I finished eating and placed my napkin on my plate, "That was amazing. You're a great cook!"

She laughed, "I told you so." I shook my head, chuckling. "Here, let me help you clean up." We moved together easily and had the kitchen cleaned up in just about 15 minutes. She refilled our glasses of wine and steered me towards the couch.

She plopped down on the couch and looked at me. "Want to watch a movie?" 

I smiled, "Only if you pick it." She smiled back. "You're going to regret that," she said before picking up the remote and scrolling through the movies.

She picked a chick flick. She was right, I was regretting letting her pick right up until the moment she curled up in my lap and placed a blanket over us. About halfway through the movie, I shifted us to lay down cuddled on our sides. I tucked her hair behind her ear, content to watch her instead of the movie.

I had never seen the movie before, but she clearly had. It was a total chick flick, but she seemed to love it. "Did you know this was a book?", she said softly. I chuckled, "I did not."

"I actually read it before the movie came out, the book is totally better." 

I laughed, "Aren't they usually?" She elbowed me in the ribs. "Well, yeah everybody says that I guess. I think when reading a book people imagine things differently and then they are disappointed when their imagination doesn't live up to the reality of the movie." She turned to face me and I nodded in agreement.

After the movie, I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, as I nibbled on the exposed flesh below her ear. I felt her shiver and I smiled to myself, already I knew her body so well. I kicked the door to her bedroom open and strode across the room to deposit her on the bed, taking a step back to look at her.

She was fucking beautiful and I couldn't wait until she was naked. She reached for me, but I stepped back, shaking my head. I spoke slowly, but deliberately, "Serena, strip for me."

She hesitated. Of course. She tended to be very shy in the bedroom department, but I wanted to change that. I had a feeling she was just unsure of herself and I wanted to be someone worthy enough to see the real her. I stood my ground, but spoke softer, "Sweetheart, you are sexy as hell and there is nothing that would make my cock harder than you slowly removing every piece of clothing for me."