Twice Her Age (7 page)

“That’s wonderful. I bet those little ones keep you smiling,” Sharon said.

“Oh, they do. You never know what will pop out of their mouths.”

Sharon laid her hand on Debbie’s arm. “Don’t I know it. My youngest grandkids are three and five. They keep Stan and me in stitches with the tales they spin.”

A hand landed on Debbie’s back, and Mick stepped up beside her. “Miss me?”

“Always.” She leaned over and hugged him.

“Here’s a picture of the grandbabies.” Sharon handed her purse to Stan and held up her wallet.

“Oh, what beautiful kids.” Debbie smiled. “You are certainly blessed.”

“Sharon, Stan, it was good to see you as always.” Mick kissed Sharon’s cheek. “We’re going to head on out.”

Debbie smiled her good-byes and followed Mick out of the house. “That was fun.”

Mick gazed over and raised his eyebrows. “You’ve surprised me.”

“Why?” She raised her brows. “Dude, did you think I was too young to join in on a mature conversation? Seriously?” She shook her head. “At least your friends are more accepting of our relationship. Wish I could say the same for my friends. It’d be nice if they liked you, but they don’t even give you a chance.”

He snorted, pulled her to his side, and kissed the top of her head. “You are one groovy chick.”

Debbie snorted. “That’s so last century.” She pulled Mick to a stop outside the car. “Can I drive this beast?”

Mick handed over the keys. “Don’t kill us.”

She ran around to the driver’s side, popped the locks, and cranked the engine. Mick sat down and buckled up. She tapped the gas pedal. “I want to take you somewhere. You game?”

The sky crackled, and more rain fell down on top of Debbie and Mick. She ran barefoot across the wet grass in the park, pulling Mick behind her with one hand and holding her heels in the other.

“What exactly are we doing out here getting soaked and ruining our clothes?” Mick asked.

“You’ll find out.” She peered over her shoulder and snorted. “You should see yourself. I think your suit is ruined.”

“You think?” He tugged at her hand. “We’re already wet. We might as well walk.”

She adjusted her grip on his hand. “It’s right up there.” She pointed. “My dad used to bring me here years ago when I thought I wanted to be a famous singer.”

“It looks like the rest of the park.” He shook his head, sending raindrops flying.

“That’s what they want you to think. They are evil that way.” She stopped, gazed off in the distance, and then pulled Mick over a little. “Stand right there.” She squeezed his arm. “There. Perfect. Don’t move.”

She skipped a few yards away. “Okay, now sing.”

“What?” He chuckled.

“You need to sing. You’ll see what happens. It’s way cool… Just do it.” She nodded.

“I don’t sing.” He crossed his arms. “Ever.”

“Stop being a
wuss
.” She planted her fists on her hips. “Sing ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.’”

He glared, and the corner of his lip came up in a snarl. “No.”

Stomping the ground, she let out a big sigh. “I guess I’ll have to resort to drastic measures.” She leaned over and pulled the hem of her short black evening dress over her head. “Will you do it now?”

Mick cocked his eyebrow in challenge.

Debbie unclasped the front of her bra and tossed it on top of her dress. She fought the wet material of her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. “Now?”

Mick scoffed and faked a yawn.

“Fine. What can I do to make you sing?” She wrapped her arms around her breasts and shivered. “Hurry and make up your mind. I’m freezing.”

“Crawl.”

“On the ground?” She wrinkled her nose. “It’s muddy and wet.”

That eyebrow of his lifted again. “Crawl.”

“But—”

“Crawl.” He nodded. “Slowly.”

Debbie squatted down and sank her knees into the moist grass. Shivers racked her body. Throwing her wet hair behind her, she leaned forward and balanced on her hands and knees. She’d brought him here to sing, and instead she found herself turned on at the thought of obeying his commands.

She moved her hand forward, lifted her knee, and gazed ahead at Mick. He uncrossed his arms. She recognized the look that flashed across his face.
He’s enjoying this. He wants me to beg, to do anything he commands me to do.

Despite the cold, the rain, and slinking across the park grounds, a thrill settled over her. The drops of water running down her butt cheeks, over her pussy caressed her in the most delightful way.

Mick unlatched his belt, unzipped his slacks, and brought his engorged cock out. She licked her lips. The wet material clung to his thighs, he held the base of his cock, and his gaze ate her up.

Without lowering her head, she crawled in long, slow stretches, drawing out the task he wanted her to perform. Her breasts hung free underneath her, swaying with each move. Her nipples hardened into tight nubs against the chill and the way she grew excited over what Mick would have her do next.

“Fuck.” Mick’s jaw tensed. “You’re beautiful, baby.”

“I want you.” She reached him and sat back on her feet. She grasped his thighs and purred. “Please?”

Short, heated breaths blew out of Mick’s mouth, creating a mist of air. “Finger your clit.” He began to stroke his cock. “Come for me.” The little vein at the side of his temple pulsed with desire. “My cum…” He groaned. “Rain.” He arched his back and widened his stance. “You.”

She slid her finger over the wetness of her pussy. She leaned back, putting more pressure on her anus. Raindrops lit on her nipples, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through her body that warmed her up. The cloudy drop of
precum
on the head of his cock stood out from the rain coating his body.

“Oh.” She swallowed. “Mick.” She writhed in front of him. Her head thrown back, she gazed at the way his body strained to hold back his ecstasy. “Please. Come on me.”

He pulled back hard on his cock and held it tight. “Ah…” He yelled his release.

The sound reverberated over the nature-made amphitheater and delved into her core, consuming her. She cried out with unabashed abandon. Splotches of his cum marked her chest, and she shuddered.

Mick stumbled back, got his balance, and held out his hand. She pulled herself off the ground and wrapped her arms around his neck for support. The pleasure they’d shared beat cajoling him into singing hands down.

“Did you hear it, Mick?” she whispered against his neck. “Isn’t it magical?”

He picked her up and cradled her in his arms. “Yeah, baby. That was unforgettable.”

* * *

Debbie’s stomach hurt. She rolled onto her side and curled into a fetal position. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop. Please.” She drew in a shaky breath. “You’re killing me here.”

Mick grabbed her leg, pulled her foot back onto his lap, and held his fingers above the bottom of her foot. “A fit punishment for someone who dares laugh at one of their elders, I’d think.”

“Fine!” She struggled to sit up. “I won’t make fun of you anymore. How was I supposed to know you’re a huge kung
fu
fan?” She bit down on her lip to keep from cracking up.

He’d convinced her to watch an old movie, but the more she laughed every time one of the characters mentioned the name
Grasshopper
, the stiffer Mick’s back became. She stretched back out and put her other foot in his lap.

“Want to paint my toenails?” She wiggled her toes.

Mick didn’t answer her but stared down at her feet. She sat up and touched his arm. “Mick?”

He turned. “What?”

“I lost you there for a minute. What were you thinking?” She pulled his arm over and held his hand between her palms. “You looked a million miles away.”

Mick smiled, lifted her foot, and kissed her big toe. “I was just thinking that it’s been a long time since I’ve laughed this way, and I have you to thank.” He massaged the bottom of her foot. “I’ve been too serious for too many years. Struggling to secure my finances, climbing the corporate ladder, and putting on a suit every day… Somewhere in that huge amount of time, it all got old.”

“I’m glad you laugh too.” She pulled her feet down and climbed up into his lap. “Even if it’s because of my immaturity.” She snuggled against him.

“You balance me.” He cradled her to his chest. “We give each other a lot. Let’s never take that for granted, okay?”

“Nope.” She nibbled his neck. “I’ll never do that.”

He sighed. “I almost wish we didn’t have to go to the party.”

“Yeah, me too.” Her fingers roamed over his chest. “The sooner we go, the faster we can come home.”

Mick kissed the top of her head and scooted her off his lap. “Thank God. Let’s go hop in the shower and get this show on the road, shall we?”

She followed him into the bathroom. “You say the funniest things.”

* * *

The conversations swirled around Debbie. She had the odd sense that she belonged at home with Mick, not here. The out-of-body revelation overrode her wish to join in the laughter around the table. Why had Mick insisted they come?

“Deb.” Juanita laid a hand on her arm. “Remember that guy who used to put off taking his son home after class so he could talk with you? Jason’s father?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“He’s hooked up with Melissa’s mom. I heard this afternoon they planned to get married next summer.” Juanita tapped the table with her finger. “I thought he’d never lose his fascination with you, but it looks like he survived.”

Debbie turned to Mick. “Jason’s dad is a young single father, and Melissa’s mom works down on Cleary Street dancing the poles.” She grinned. “Who knew?”

“Ah.” Mick smiled in understanding but didn’t add anything to the conversation.

“Okay, how many of us are planning on hitting the party tomorrow night?” Barb, the wildest out of all her friends, held her mug of beer up in the air at the other end of the table.

The others in her group of friends cheered and held up their drinks. Debbie slid her hand up Mick’s thigh and twined her fingers through his. Not one for college parties, she planned to convince Mick to snuggle in bed and watch the chick flick she’d bought yesterday. She’d make suffering through a girlie movie worth it for him.

“You in, Deb?” Barb raised her brows.

She shook her head. “Nope, got other plans.”

“Oh, come on. You never go out with us anymore.” Barb scrunched up her nose. “You’re turning into an old fuddy-duddy like the old man.”

Oh no, she didn’t go there
. Debbie sucked in a breath. God, she was so tired of getting her relationship with Mick thrown back at her in every conversation.

Mick sat forward. “Baby…”

She leaned back. Her glass
thunked
against the table. “You know what?” She stared down the length of the table. “Lay off. Just because I—” She waved her hand in front of her. “Never mind.” Grabbing Mick’s hand, she turned. “Do you want to go dance?”

He scooted back his chair, stood up, and led her across the floor. She slipped her arms around his neck. Her heart raced, and it surprised her how bent out of shape she’d become.

“Shit.” She laid her head underneath Mick’s chin. “Why can’t my friends understand? It’s not as if I’ve changed. I rarely went out to the parties with them before I met you.”

“Maybe you’re a little sensitive.” Mick rubbed her back. “Your girlfriends are giving you a hard time because they’re your friends.” He kissed the top of her head. “I don’t think this has so much to do with your relationship with me, Deb.”

She sighed. “They have a funny way of showing it. Once, I’d like them to ask me what we did over the weekend or listen to me tell them about you without giving me a lecture about the age difference. They aren’t exactly kind behind your back. I’m tired of defending you, us, everything.”

Mick stopped moving, leaned back, and gazed down at her. “Do you have a problem being with me?”

She jerked. Why would he ask such a ridiculous question?

“Of course not!” She kissed him. “I love you. I love what we have together.”

He lifted his gaze from her and peered over at her friends. “Want to get out of here?”

She smiled. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all night.”

Grabbing her coat off the back of the chair, she turned to her friends. “Sorry, guys, probably PMS.” She rubbed her forehead. “Thanks for inviting us, but we’re going to head out.”

She walked around the table and gave each of them a hug. Squeezing Barb extra-hard, she whispered, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bite your head off. Forgive me?”

“Of course.” Barb kissed her cheeks. “You’ve always been a
fudster
.” Barb hugged Debbie back. “Plus, now I know what to get you for your birthday. A shawl…and maybe a pair of knitting needles.”

She groaned. “Barb—”

Her friend held up her hand. “I’ll stop. I just think you’re making a terrible mistake. You should be out having fun.”