Hold On

| 07 |

"He's asleep." I clap my hands together, as if to get flour off of my palms. "Took me forever to pull off his shoes."

Shutting the door to the bedroom and making my way into the living room, Thomas meets me halfway.

He extends his hand and I gently take it in my mind. Thomas moves me so that I've got my back against his chest, he sways his hips and mine begin to move too. I smile, feeling the warmth of his hands around me.

"John's a heavy sleeper." Thomas says as he kisses the side of my neck. "You smell divine." He whispers in my ear.

"He's your brother." I remind Thomas and spin around to face him. I'm forced to look up at him now, and he looks drunk on love. The thought brings my lips up to my smile. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" He blinks. "I complemented you, my brother— your husband is knocked out cold. Let's make love. I know you want me."

"Despite how much I want you, I am really not in the mood." I walk over to the couch and plop down. "Having sex in my husbands house with a man who isn't my husband doesn't sit well with me" I chew on my bottom lip. "Today is my mother's birthday."

"Your mother." He remarks.

"Hm."

"Is she alive?"

"Hm."

"You alright?" He moves his face so that he's right in front of me, and that makes me snap out of the thought I was in. "Hey," He gently touches my chin and turns my face to meet his. "Are you okay?"

"I haven't spoken to her in years." I reveal. "She was my best friend and I haven't spoken to her in years."

"Why don't you write to her? I'm sure John's got paper and pen in here somewhere." He looks around.

"I don't even know if she's alive." I exhale, and rub my face. Sleep, I want sleep. "Maybe, Thomas, you should go home."

"Is that what you want?"

"I don't-" I push my hair back and let out a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I really don't want you to leave:"

He moves his hand to stroke my jaw, his fingers soft against my face, I flutter my eyes shut. "What is it that you want, Alma?"

I look at him and lick my lips. "I want you to kiss me."

When his lips touch mine, I succumb to his touch and moan deeply into his mouth. With John, none of this happens. With John, I feel like I'm kissing but for some kind of role I'm filling. I act with John, but with Thomas, I feel the heat between my thighs, I feel my hands reach for all of him. I die in his arms and go straight to heaven.

Thomas begins to laugh, out of nowhere. It makes me pull back and study him. I want to ask what's funny when he answers my thoughts.

"My brothers think it's the barmaid that has me this way," He breathes and chuckles, "They think I'm happy, and soft because of her, but they're wrong." He pushes my hair back from my face. In a soft, sigh he adds."So wrong."

I smile, and playfully nip at his lips. "Is it because of me that you're happy and soft?"

He swallows, "Yeah."

I lean in this time, kissing him passionately. I run my hand over the back of his neck, pressing my chest against him. He purrs into my mouth, and as he slowly falls on the couch. Crawling on top of him, I hike my dress up my hips and pull back. He sighs, and gets comfortable against the pillow on his head. He runs his hands up my thighs, and slowly, his hands move in between my thighs.

I sigh, shutting my eyes as I gently rock my hips back and forth against his body. He's insatiable, and I'm so aroused by him that I begin to pleasure myself despite still being fully clothed. The feeling of my body heightens and I let out a loud moan as Thomas's hands move up my body to my breasts. He sits up and takes me down, I am pinned to the couch and he covers my mouth with his hand.

"Shhh." He tells me, before pulls his hand back.

I immediately press my lips against his as my fingers hook around my underwear, I pull it off in a hurry. He's taking off his pants and before I know it, he's buried inside me and moaning sweet nothings into my ear.

I cried into his shoulder, and he roared into my ear as we came. Tears rolled down my cheeks, I don't remember the last time I had consensual sex with a man. I can't remember. Thomas was able to wipe away my past and let me start anew.

I stroked his cheek, as he gently covered me with the throw.

"I really do love you." He told me, holding my gaze.

"Thomas."

"You don't have to say you love me back, but you feel different towards me, don't you?"

I nod.

"Hm."

He pulls out of me and I feel incredibly empty. Thomas reaches for his pants and puts them on.

"You're leaving?" I ask, a sadness pours out of my mouth.

"Yep." He replies. "But don't worry, I'll be back to see you tomorrow. You'll begin working for us."

I lick my lips, watching as he gets clothed. I was wondering so much about this, and decide to voice my thoughts, "How come you told Polly about us?"

He stopped midway through buttoning his shirt and glanced down at me. I sit up, dropping the throw, I too stand and pull down my dress. I grab my underwear from the ground and put it on.

"You know that feeling when something good in your life happens. You're just bursting with the need to tell people." He blushes and looks down, "Yeah, that's basically why."

I grinned, and walked over to him. My hands moved up his arms, and I bite my lip, before my hands touched his neck. "Say you love me."

He smirked, the kind of smirk that propelled me back to the time when I was a nurse and he was getting pricked in the ass by Paola. A wave of emotions came back to me.

"I love you, Alma."

"Okay." I beam.

"And I love that smile," His thumb rolls over my bottom lip, "You don't smile just with your lips, but with your eyes too. Your whole face glows."

Getting on my toes, I kiss Thomas softly, "Thank you." I keep my eyes shut, and my lips parted.

"For what?"

"Finding me." I kiss his lips, "Saving me." Again, I press my lips against his, "Loving me."

He only blushes and kisses me back. He gets lost in my eyes then, and holds me close. Then, all at once he leaves and I tell him goodnight. I imagine tomorrow will be nice, but the sexual tension will only be amplified.

Still, it'll obviously be worth it if I get to see him more and more often.