“No, you don’t. It doesn’t matter what order it’s in. Remember? Simplicity.” They stood on the bridge over the Chattahoochee River. “You want to head to my bookstore. That was your first inclination, so let’s go. Don’t second guess it.”
Aries had been dragging his feet within the last hour. Apparently he’d had a big blow out with Aiden’s mother that morning before he left out for work which had put him in a funk, and when he’d visited his mother at the home, it had taken all of him to not say anything out of turn.
In fact, he hadn’t even told her about discovering the letter. He said he’d rather have all the pages before doing so. Lauren ran her hand up and down his back, trying to soothe him and calm his woes.
“Let’s go.”
He took her hand and led her back to the truck that was parked by the bridge. The Internet’s ‘Hold On’ played on low volume as they started the drive. She remained quiet and relaxed in her seat. I’m just as much involved in this as he is now. There is a part of me that needs to know the truth, too. It seems Benjamin was a complex man.
He reached over and stroked her thigh. Slow and easy his hand traced the landscape of her leg, heating her flesh beneath the cotton yoga pants. His fingers slipped closer and closer to her zone. She swallowed when his digits dove between her thighs. As he stroked her up and down to the rhythm of the music, she let herself go…
She turned her head away and watched the trees become a blur of dark and light. Blinking every now and again, her daydreams tumbled over orgasmic rifts as he stroked her clit with the perfectly timed thumb strokes of a guitarist. A small whisper, then a pronounced holler escaped her mouth. Her forehead now flush against the cold window, she surrendered to the surge of pleasure as the music poured out the speakers, seemingly louder with each word sang. Aries kept the same rhythm, stroking with perfect pressure – not too hard, not too soft. She came within the doublings of a drenched dream. When it was all over, he simply returned his hand to the steering wheel and kept driving, silent.
She said nothing, either. But her soaked panties said a hell of a lot. Moments later, he was parking behind her bookstore, and when she got out the truck and felt the cold air rush to her panty covered ass, shivers rippled through her. As soon as they entered the store, she noticed far more people than usual. Waving to Sherry, she made her way toward the registers.
“Hey, sweetie. Everything okay, tonight?”
“Yes, it’s great. What are you doing here? I thought you were gone for the day?”
“Oh, I just needed to check up on some things. I won’t be here long. Sherry, Aries is here with me. He wanted to look at a few books for a project of his.” She gestured to the man who had already begun his search. He thumbed through various books, then slipped behind a bookshelf, out of view.
“Aries, huh?” Sherry winked at her then burst out laughing. Lauren couldn’t help but do the same.
“You need to stay outta grown folks’ business,” she teased. “I’ll be right back, baby.”
Sherry nodded before helping another customer. Lauren made quick work to getting her behind in the bathroom to freshen up. She entered a stall, pulled out a cutesy feminine wipe from her purse, and cleaned up her spill on the aisle between her thighs. Oh God, this is worse than I thought. My panties are sopping wet. I can’t wear these. Damn you, Aries.
She removed her pants, then her panties and stuffed them in her purse before drying off her pussy with ample toilet paper. Pulling up her pants, she made her way to the sink to wash her hands, then headed out to her office where she changed into fresh black underwear and a pair of leggings she always kept folded in a drawer in case her period came a bit early, ruining her attire. It felt good to slip the damn things on, nice and dry. Back at the bookstore, the line at the register was even longer and Aries was sitting at a table in the back, leisurely turning the pages of some book.
She approached, weary as she was. A part of her hoped he’d