Chapter 44: He's Ba-a-ack!

After an uneventful weekend, and the slowest Monday in the history of recorded time, I was at my desk bright-eyed and bushy-tailed first thing Tuesday morning. I was pretty much a waste, though, because I kept looking at my phone, willing it to ring. David had talked to his family yesterday, and told me all about it last night. April wasn’t taking it well. I thought we had gotten along, but apparently, it was all an act for the kids’ benefit.

David was flying in and due to hit Logan around noon and he’d call me when he got in, hence my vigil with the phone. I knew it was hours away yet, but the damned thing just sat there staring at me. And sometimes David calls me from the air, and well, I wanted the stupid thing to ring!

When my Outlook pinged, reminding me of a meeting at 10am, I was thrilled. I bolted from my desk like my chair just bit my ass, and was racing down the two flights of stairs to the meeting room. I burst through the door onto the 3rd floor, and nearly collided with my boss.

“Where’s the fire, Hath?” he asked me.

“No fire, I just don’t want to be late,” I said, not looking him in the eye.

He just laughed at me. “You do know that this is a two-hour meeting with Legal and Compliance, right? Nothing to get excited about.”

I chuckled. “Yeah; I just needed to get away from my desk.” I blushed. “A watched phone never rings, right?”

He rolled his eyes at me. “You are too funny,” he said.

“Yeah, I’m a laugh a minute,” I said, leading the way to the conference room. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

“Hey, are you gonna need the afternoon off?” His eyes sparkled, and I knew he was making fun of me.

I looked at him with a hopeful expression that made him laugh. “Can you do without me?”

“No,” he said right away, then laughed harder at my expression. We compared schedules on our blackberries, and he nodded. “Reschedule the three o’clock, and the rest I can cover,” he said, putting a hand companionably on my arm. “Take off after this meeting,” he said.

I so wanted to hug my boss, he was being sweet, but I refrained. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

We got through the two-hour session, though I have no idea what the hell we talked about. I took copious notes, though, so I’ll sort it out. Tomorrow. When I made it back to my desk, my phone was ringing, and I jogged the last few yards so I could pick it up before it went to voicemail. My minions were all smiling at me.

“Hath here,” I said, answering the phone, breathlessly.

“Hello, sexy Momma,” David said, and I laughed.

“Where are you, baby?” I asked quietly.

“Just rescuing my bags from baggage claim,” he said. “I’m going to be there in about half an hour,” he said. “Can you come down for lunch?”

“Absolutely,” I said, smiling. “I’ll be the one pacing the lobby, waiting impatiently, and wearing a groove in the marble.”

David laughed. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“I know. Love you, baby,” I said softly.

“Love you too, darlin’.”

I hung up to find my guys all looking at me like I had two heads. “What?” I said, glaring at them, which only made them laugh and shake their heads. “Gimme a break,” I begged, blushing.

I wrapped up a couple of small things, answered some e-mails, set my out of office notifier, and at 12:31, was in the lobby, waiting impatiently. I saw the car pull up outside and raced out the door. David was barely out of the car, and I had dropped my backpack and laptop on the sidewalk, and launched myself at him. “Oh! I missed you,” I said, and he kissed me long and hard, and people walking by started applauding. I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead on his chest and blushed.

“I missed you, too,” he said, then dropped to his knees in front of me. He parted my coat and kissed my abdomen. “Hi there, LJ,” he said against my stomach. “I’m your daddy.” I had tears in my eyes and pulled David up and wrapped him in a hug. I never wanted to let him go.

“So,” he said, “where should we go for lunch?”

“Home,” I said. “Andrew gave me the afternoon off.” I leaned in and bit his earlobe. “I’m all yours until tomorrow.”

David hustled me into the car, tossed my bags in after me, and we were off.



Cursing the lack of privacy panel, Hath and David held hands and kissed tenderly as they rode through the streets of Boston. When they were on the expressway, and the driver stopped paying attention to them, Hath let her jacket fall across David’s lap, and she caressed him through his jeans. He hissed and his gaze flew to her. “Don’t,” he said under his breath.

“Don’t what?” Hath asked, pressing into him slightly.

He smiled at her. “Don’t make me do the same to you,” he whispered.

Hath chuckled softly, but didn’t remove her hand, a challenge clear in her gaze.

David laughed quietly, and leaned in to whisper to her. “You’re the screamer, do you really want us to get into an accident by shocking the shit out of the driver?”

Hath laughed out loud, and gave David a smacking kiss. “You win,” she said, and snuggled into his side for the rest of the ride home.

When the car pulled up, Hath had her key at the ready, and they had barely made it inside before they were on each other. They hurriedly stripped the coats and scarves off each other, and came together in a hard embrace, arms locking around each other. David slipped the suit jacket from her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. He backed Hath against the wall and kissed her with all the pent-up longing the last weeks had accumulated. When David gently caressed Hath’s breasts through her thin blouse, her nipples pebbled instantly, straining to feel him skin-to-skin.

With shaking hands, David started to unbutton the top buttons of Hath’s blouse. She helped, undoing her cuffs then starting from the bottom. When her shirt fell open, she worked on David’s buttons. Finally, they dropped their shirts to the floor, and came together again for a hungry kiss. David fumbled with the hooks at Hath’s back, and soon her bra joined the pile. He leaned to take first one, then the other peak into his mouth, circling each tip with his tongue before sucking it deep into his mouth.

Hath arched from the wall gasping David’s name, and held onto his shoulders. He kissed her way down her chest to her stomach, and placed delicate kisses from hip to hip. His hands trailed after his mouth, and he gently rubbed at her belly. “I can’t believe there’s a little you in there,” he said reverently.

“Baby, LJ is a little ‘us’,” Hath replied.

David reached behind Hath to lower her zipper, and pulled her skirt to the floor. He groaned when he saw she had worn garters and stockings to work. He trailed his hands up her silk-clad legs until he reached the even softer silk of her inner thighs. Hath shivered at his touch, and when he tore her panties from her, and would have kissed her intimately, Hath stopped him, and urged him to his feet.

She gently turned them so he was against the wall, and she now knelt before him, unsnapping and unzipping his jeans and pushing them and his boxers to his feet. She pulled of his boots, and tossed them behind her, and David stepped from his pants.

Hath kissed his way up his leg, stopping just sort of his throbbing erection. David groaned, and pulled at her shoulders, and getting her to stand. He pulled her tight against her, kissed her hungrily, then scooped her into his arms. With her giggling, David carried Hath through to the guest room. There was no way he was going to make it all the way upstairs to her bedroom. Next time he would. For now, he just needed a bed.

David pulled back the covers with one hand while he held Hath to him with the other. Gently, he placed her in the middle of the bed, and sat back on his heels to take her shoes off her feet. Leaving her in her stockings and garters, he slid up her body until he had slid into her body. The feel of her around him, squeezing him, made him shudder. He could feel Hath straining to contain herself, and he chuckled.

“What’s the matter, sexy Momma?” he asked her, as he stroked slowly in and out of her.

“I missed you too much for you to be gentle with me now,” she growled. “I need you hard and fast, baby. Please,” she begged.

“Anything for you,” David said. He drew back until he nearly slipped from her, then thrust hard into her.

Hath screamed, “Oh, God, YES!” and writhed on the bed. David did it again, and got the same response. The third thrust had Hath bowing from the bed, and crying his name. With the fourth, he felt her constricting and pulsing around him, and rode the wave, pumping her hard and fast until he exploded deep inside her.

David slowed his motion gradually, then stopped altogether, and rolled off Hath. “I love you so much,” he said, kissing her temple.

“I love you, too,” she answered. They lay there together, legs tangled, completely happy. David was tracing lazy circles on Hath’s abdomen and she had her head resting on David’s heart while she played with the pendant she had gotten him for Christmas. They stayed that way until David’s stomach started to growl. Hath chuckled. “Man cannot live on love alone,” she quipped, and David laughed.

“Sorry, babe, I’m hungry.”

“Then it’s a good thing I did some cooking,” Hath said. She scooted out of bed, and took the sheet with her, wrapping it around her like a sarong. She went into the kitchen, and pulled a baked ziti casserole from the fridge. She portioned out two plates, and set them in the microwave to warm up. While it hummed and spun, David came into the kitchen, having snagged his boxers on the way.

“Good Lord, that smells good,” David said, and came to nuzzle Hath. “Not as good as you of course.”

Hath laughed. “You charmer, you. You do know you already have me, right?”

David sobered. “Do I?”