My Second Chance at Love

Dragging

Andrew’s POV…

This week is going so slow. I’ve got a plan. On Wednesday, I asked Emma for her address. I told her I was gonna order her something and have it delivered later in the week. By Friday, my foreman is drunk as hell. I’m gonna bet his ass in a game of corn hole and if I win, I get to come home for the weekend. It’s president’s day weekend. During our hitch, we normally get Sunday’s off. This means that Sunday is off, Monday is a paid holiday. If I can make a bet and win, maybe I can get him to let me skip work on Saturday and get paid. That’s the plan anyway. Everyday I work my ass off in the heat, he’s drunk as a skunk, then I go to my room and talk to Emma. We send pictures all damn day so by the time I see her on my screen my d**k is so hard I’ve lost blood flow to my brain.

Friday at lunch it’s the normal. We’re working and foreman is drinking. He should get fired but then we wouldn’t all be together as a crew. I haven’t said a word about my plan to anyone. We knock off at 4:00 because he can’t even stand anymore and if the general foreman we’re to show up, we’d all be fired. We get to the hotel and I start in.

“Hey man. Wanna play corn hole?”

“Sure as s**t. What’s the bet?”

See with him, there’s always a bet. I take out my wallet and start counting. Then I look at him. “What if, we didn’t bet your money this time?”

“What the hell do you mean Andrew?”

“What if I win, you let me go home and you pay me for tomorrow? I’ll drive down on Monday and be ready for show up on Tuesday.”

“That’s dumb as hell.”

“Fine. $100”. He’s gonna lose. He’s too drunk. I’ll run it up and then I’ll swap it out for paid time with my girl.

We play a few rounds. I’m sitting at $500 owed to me. He pulls out his wallet and only has $300 cash on him. I smirk at his s**t.

“How about that previous offer? Let me go home. Tell the guys I have food poisoning and went to the dr. You won’t owe me s**t. Sound good?”

“Hell. It’s gonna have to be good cause I ain’t got $500.” He stumbled to his cabin.

I looked at Zac. “You better remind him of this s**t in the morning.”

“Got it all on video my dude.”

I hopped in my truck and started my drive. I know Emma’s probably annoyed at me. I’ve been quiet all day. It’s 5:30. I should be there around 12:30am. I’ll piss on the side of the road. I’ve been gathering snacks and drinks all week. I’ve already got my storm bag ready. It’s my small bag with just my bathroom essentials and a couple days worth of clothes. I even packed my laundry since most of my dirty laundry is her fault.

I break every speed limit known to man. They’re suggestions anyway. I call her as I cross into her county. It’s 12:03am.

“Hey” her sleepy voice does crazy things to me.

“Hey girl. What’s up?”

“Andrew, are you okay? Are you drunk?”

“Drunk on you.” I know exactly how cheesy it is but I’m dying laughing. “I’m good, great actually. What’s your plans for tomorrow?”

“Ummm I don’t have any other than to go buy a couch. I haven’t found one cheap enough yet.”

“Ah. What about Sunday? What’s your plans for Sunday?”

“I don’t even know. Maybe get a few little groceries like fruits but that’s it.”

“Do you have school Monday? It’s Presidents’ Day.” I pull into her parking lot and get out. I grab my stuff and go stand by her door. I set all my stuff down because I plan to grab her ass with both hands. Damn I hope she sleeps naked.

“Yeah. We had a bad weather day in the fall so we don’t get it out. Why do you have Monday off?”

“Yeah babe. I’m off Monday. And Sunday. And I made a bet with my boss. I’m off tomorrow. Go unlock your door.”

“What the hell? It’s after midnight. Why would I unlock my door? Oh s**t. Andrew, someone just knocked.”

“Listen to the phone at the same time Emma.” I knocked and held the phone to the door.

I heard her gasp and run down the stairs. As soon as she opened the door, she hopped into my arms. I grabbed that butt with both hands, unfortunately it wasn’t naked.

I set her down and grab her jaw. I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. I kiss her lips tentatively at first and it’s like my whole world clicked into place. “s**t that’s what I’ve always wanted it to feel like when I kissed my wife.”

She blinked a few times, tilted her head and asked, “what?”

“Damn, nothing Emma. That was perfect.” I then attack her mouth, partly because it’s that good and partly to distract her. I can’t believe I let that s**t slip out of my mouth. There’s no other way to put it. I literally am trying to eat her soul from her lips. She’s so damn perfect.

I pull away and step out to grab my bags and shut the door behind me. I lock it and look at her. I toe off my boots and then start stalking her toward the stairs. The woody I’m sporting is so evident. She’s staring with her mouth gaped.

“I can’t believe your real.”

“Oh yeah? I’m real. I’m really here. Whatcha gonna do with me now that you’ve got me?”

She gives me this slow smile and for the first time I take her in. She has on a black spaghetti strap tank and some purple lacy panties. What’s her deal with lacy panties? I’m not complaining but damn. These are cut like the first pair but they’re less see through. Her tank seems to be made out of satin. It’s just clinging to her. Her hair is up in a bun. She has on glasses. Damn they’re cute as hell.

She grabs my belt and pulls me to her, it hits her in the belly button. She’s short. She’s staring up into my eyes. I’m gonna lose my load before we start. She starts unbuckling my belt and I’m unbuttoning my shirt. As soon as it’s opened, her eyes go to my chest, tracing all the muscles there. She leans forward and gives a open mouth kiss between my pecs and I shake. She unhooks my jeans and pushes them off my hips. I step out of them and slip my socks off. I’m now just in my boxer briefs.

She turns and heads for the stairs. Halfway up she looks over her shoulder and motions for me to follow. Then she pulls her tank off and tosses it at me. I catch it and smell it. I’m done for. All I can see are those purple lace clad cheeks shimmying up the stairs. I’m gonna hurt myself tonight.

When she reaches the landing, she turns and shimmy’s out of the panties and tosses them at me. I catch those and inhale those too.

“Oh s**t I hope you don’t want these. They’re mine now.”

Her giggle is just the most infectious noise I’ve ever heard. When she crawls onto her bed I can see the nerves palpitating from her. I drop my boxer briefs and climb in beside her.