Keep To The Script (Complete)

~ Chapter 30 ~

"Yes ma'am," he told her, smirking as he went back to work, his tongue finding her bundles of nerves. With a groan, her head fell back as her fingers tightened in his hair. She wanted to pull him away, but she was chasing her pleasure. So, again, doing something she had never done in any way, she pushed his head further between her thighs, making him chuckle. And the vibrations caused the stars to dance before her eyes as her ass lifted off the counter, causing her to come faster than she had thought was possible.

"Holy...shit," she muttered, clutching him tightly with her thighs for a moment. His eyes flicked up to hers and she slowly grinned, easing the pressure. When he pulled back, she eyed him, his mouth and chin wet and God did she want to jump him, push him against the fridge, and fuck him senseless. Where the hell did the horny son of a bitch come from? She was NEVER like this, but hell if he didn't do something to her.

"Yeah, I could eat you out all day long if you let me." She tried to stand and failed. His arm snaked around her to help her.

"I'm not sure I could. Legs feel a little weak."

"I did that, huh?" he teased her, wrapping his other arm around her. "Two fantasies in one."

"Hey, I want more than just that," she whispered, her cheeks heating up all over again. "And as much as I want to play some more," she started but interrupted as her stomach let out another loud grumble, "we better eat."

"Guess I should feed you, since I had something to snack on." She rolled her eyes as she smacked his chest, walking back to the fridge and checking it out.

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"I didn't realize you were such a good cook," Judith told him, taking another bite of the fluffy eggs. Not that breakfast was the hardest meal to make, but the eggs were fluffy and light, the bacon was done to her liking, not overly crispy, and the hashbrowns had just the right amount of golden hue that she loved.

"I'm not, that's my brother. However, Mom did teach us some things. I like breakfast food. Tend to make it a lot for dinner."

"I'll gladly give you my order. French toast is my other weakness."

"God, yes, with strawberries, powdered sugar, and syrup!"

"No way, that's how I love it. Everyone always says it's too sweet with both, but it's not!" Angel shook his head.

"It's perfect, everyone else is just crazy." Judith laughed as she finally pushed her plate away, feeling stuffed at that meal. With a groan, Angel did the same and leaned back in his chair. "This is comfortable, huh?" he asked, and she nodded. "Could you get used to it?"

"Way more than I like to think about," she answered just as truthfully. He smiled at that.

"I'm going to gather you have no plans to stay in California when the movie is done?" Shit, she wanted to say yes, wanted to give them so much hope, but she didn't know. She wasn't fond of the state, however, she did like pieces of it. And it wasn't like Angel was asking for some type of steady commitment or something either.

"I don't know, actually. This isn't my home. I miss my family; in fact, I think I need to make a trip back there." He reached across the table and took her hand.

"How about on our next break, I get the tickets and we can both fly back?" Her eyes shot his.

"You want to meet my family?"

"Duh. You've met mine. Think it's only fair, don't you?" She licked her lips, then swallowed hard. She had, and she loved them. Her mom would love Angel, no doubt. But would her family be as accepting of their age gap as his was? "You're hesitating, why? Do you not want me to meet them?"

"I do," she rushed out and realized she did. She wanted her family to love him like she was starting to, and that was a scary thought. Because her family was her world and if they didn't like him, she wasn't sure what she would do.

"But?"

"Angel, younger men don't walk into my life."

"Judith, you really have to get over that. If your family only sees me for my age, it's on them. I get you love them; I get they're important, but your happiness is too."

"I'm supposed to blow my family off for a fling?" There, she laid it on the table. If he wanted more, she needed to hear it. Truth is, they both needed to hear it. It was a long time coming. But she really wasn't sure if they could make it work.

However, if they didn't, sex might have to come off the table because if she was falling, like she thought she was, she couldn't have anymore amazing experiences with him and walk away. Her heart couldn't handle that. So, to save her heart, she would deny her body.

"No," he told her, his eyes holding the passion deep within. "No, I wouldn't want you to give them up for a fling. I wouldn't want you to give them up at all. But," he told her, his thumb stroking the back of her hand, "I would hope you fight them for a chance of a relationship that's real, honest, pure, and full of passion."

"Are you saying..." she started but couldn't finish.

"Yeah, Judith, I want you as my girl, as my woman, as someone well beyond a fling and this movie. When the time comes, I want us both to fight for that happiness." No words had ever been spoken that would have made her heart soar like that. No words had been uttered, as well, that could scare the shit out of her if they didn't come true.