Maggie Moves On(105)
Harder. Deeper. Faster. She was at his mercy, and he hammered into her.
Maggie was breaking apart. More pieces. More shards. But that glow was putting them back together. Making them stronger, more beautiful.
It hit her like a sucker punch from a rogue wave. He rode her into the vortex where there was no air, no light. Only release.
Her thighs gripped him as she met her climax.
He jackknifed up, wrapping his arms around her and finding his own climax. He grunted softly, and his body tensed, stilled, and she felt him come inside her. Her own orgasm reincarnated. She let out a broken gasp as he pulled her hips down, held her there. They bucked and ground against each other, riding out each crest.
His breath was hot on her skin, his arms like steel banded around her.
He gave so much of himself to her like this. Taking on her needs. Doing whatever it took to make her happy. How could she walk away from this? How could she move on, knowing this was what she was leaving behind?
Finally, Silas relaxed beneath her, and together they collapsed on the mattress. “I’m never going to be able to eat pie without getting a hard-on again. Family meals are going to be so awkward.”
She laughed into her pillow as her body sang with satisfaction.
The phone in the kitchen signaled a message.
They both sat up and stared at the open door, the dark hallway beyond.
“Could be Cody,” Maggie said.
“Or my brother.”
“Or Dean.”
They looked at each other, and both bolted for the door.
Cody: I passed!!! I’m graduating Saturday!!!
Maggie: I TOLD YOU YOU COULD DO IT!
Cody: I got an 89 on my science final.
Maggie: You’re a scientific genius!
Cody: And a 92 on the English paper!
Maggie: Hang on. I’m trying to figure out how to order a four-tier cake and a marching band.
Cody: You’re so weird.
Maggie: I’m so [insert enthusiastic swear words here] proud of you. You better be proud of you, too!
Cody: I couldn’t have done it without you. Thanks, Maggie.
Maggie: I’m not crying. You’re crying!
Cody: I gotta go. Dayana and Keaton are taking me and Kevin for ice cream in a minute.
Maggie: Just you?
Cody: We might pick up a girl I know on the way.
Dean: Dinner was good. I had a nice time.
Maggie: Good??? Nice???
Dean: What’s with the punctuation abuse?
Maggie: Sorry. Also texting our graduating senior.
Dean: Me, too. I think we should get him a car.
Maggie: Excuse me? Tightwad says what?
Dean: Don’t ruin my first moment of generosity by throwing any historical Scrooginess in my face. The kid could use wheels.
Maggie: Agreed. Let’s go halvesies. Think we can find something by Saturday?
Dean: You find the car. I’ll find the giant bow.
Maggie: Deal. Dayana and Keaton are taking him for ice cream to celebrate right now.
Dean: I could go for some ice cream.
Maggie: Just you?
Dean: I might happen to know someone else who could go for dessert.
Michael: Dinner went well.
Silas: Your punctuation makes your words sound sarcastic. Went well as in neither of you choked on a chicken bone and needed the Heimlich? Or well as in “I can’t find my pants and socks”?
Michael: Maybe somewhere in the middle. Okay, maybe a little closer to the pants end of the spectrum.
Silas: Question. How long is too long for a best man speech?
Michael: Har har. How did your date go?
Silas: Maggie was impressed with my cleanliness (I tackled her before she could open the dining room door) and I can’t find my pants. I’ve decided to let you tell the electric fence pissing contest anecdote in your best man speech.
Michael: Really? I thought I’d get more laughs with the time you got trapped under Mary Beth’s bed in tenth grade while her parents decided to have the talk with her.
Silas: Hold on the reminiscing. I’m hearing rumors of ice cream.
Michael: What a coincidence. I’m hearing them, too.
Silas: Are you texting me next to Dean while he texts Maggie?
Michael: Maybe.
Silas: See you in 20.
Michael: Find your pants first.
39
Mother Nature delivered blue skies and puffy white clouds for Cody’s graduation day. The football stadium was decked out in balloons and streamers in the school’s colors of green and white. Banners from local businesses congratulated the seniors.
“Look over here,” Dean insisted, snapping his fingers at Maggie like she was a distracted toddler. They were standing on the far side of the stadium’s concession stand while the school’s faculty and administration clumped together in their caps and gowns and sunglasses, ready to enjoy a student-free summer.
A whole summer off. Maggie wondered what she would do with that.
“Enough with the pictures,” she grumbled. Dean snapped a series of shots while she batted away the tassel that hung in her face. “I can’t believe I said yes to this.”
He lowered the camera and smirked. “I can’t believe you did either.”
When the high school principal had cornered her in the aisle at Tanner’s General Store and asked her to speak at the graduation, Maggie had been too intent on finding caulk to iterate a firm no. And when the woman had showered her with praise for everything she was doing for Cody, the Old Campbell Place, and young girls in the community, Maggie felt pressured to accept.