Excerpt Monday: The Firebird

Short piece of what I think will be a much longer work. *pets plot turtle*  General comments and constructive criticism always welcomed!

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Brent smirked as the stack of books – the ones Pamela tried so desperately to avoid bumping into – came crashing down at her feet. Pamela cursed and his grin widened as he heard the kids oooh, their voices wafting  faintly from inside the house – “Mom said a bad wa-ord!”

“Sorry, kids,” Pamela yelled back. “Don’t do what Mommy just did!” Her sigh was audible. And frazzled.  “Have I mentioned how much I hate cleaning the garage?”

Brent poked his head around the propped up hood of a red and white striped firebird. “Let me remind you that spring cleaning and the garage sale were both your ideas. I would have been happy enough shooing the kids away from the TV then plunking down on the couch and watching something on the sports channel.”

“You are not helping. This place is a mess. We need to get rid of old stuff.”

Brent washed his hands in the little basin behind him and dried them on his jeans. “Fine, then. What about the Firebird? Is that old enough to go?” He turned. The look of mortification on Pamela’s face told him her answer right away.

 “You mean Hawkeye? Wait, you want me to get rid of Hawkeye? I can’t do that. This car’s been in my family since, like, forever. I can’t sell it! My dad, for one, would kill me. He’d kill you too if he knew you even suggested such a thing.”

Brent wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her close, until he stared directly into her large brown eyes. His cock stirred slightly within his jeans “Isn’t there any other reason why this Hawkeye’s so special?” He trailed a finger across her collarbone and she shivered. He loved that his touch made her tremble even after ten years. His finger trailed further south and dipped under her tank top, cupping her breast. He thumbed over the silk bra, feeling the puckered nub underneath the material. “Any reason at all?”

Pamela grinned at him. “Like meeting you in college and driving your sorry ass all over town even though you barely chipped in for gas money? Is that what you’re getting at?” She tried to keep her voice light, but Brent could hear suffused, but still emerging desire, a sudden urgency in the way she spoke. She pressed closer to him, back arched, her breasts lifted.

He laughed, nipping the base of her throat and she inhaled deeply – her weak spot. Just one touch there and she was like putty in his hands. Brent lowered his other arm from her waist and tugged at Pamela’s jeans.

She covered his hands with her own. “The kids are inside, Brent.”

He kissed her, gently sucking on her lower lip. “You’ve been eating pineapples. You know the door sticks from that side. No worries.”

“And I’m making a pineapple pie for dessert. Katie got an A on her math test. I snuck a few pieces. Sue me.”

“No need to sue. I’m happy with what I’ve got.” He kissed her again, murmuring against her mouth. “Quite happy.”

“We can’t do this out here…”

Brent groaned, but released her.   “Can’t say I’m not disappointed about waiting.” His cock weighed heavily against his thigh. “Later tonight, then?”

“I didn’t say we have to wait.”

He looked up at her. Pamela’s eyes glinted as she opened Hawkeye’s back passenger’s car door. “I just don’t want to do it completely out in the open is all. Now.” She slipped into the backseat. “Get in here.”

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