Fling Maybe Ch 02

Her

We had breakfast in this cozy little café next door to the hotel. We obviously built up a healthy appetite because we ordered half the menu. After breakfast, we headed to the Loop. It was busy with traffic and people enjoying this beautiful sunny day in downtown Chicago.

We walked through the Cultural Center. We stayed there to listen to a couple of scores of live classical music. The architecture of the Opera House and Harold Washington Library left me speechless. Greg was an excellent tour guide and very knowledgeable. I hung onto every word he said. He was in his element as he told me some well-known facts as well as some unknown ones. We strolled through Grant Park.

"Your friends were a riot last night. I haven't laughed that much in a long time."

"Well they really liked you."

"Yeah? They didn't mind having a girl intrude on your boy's night?"

"No. They actually insisted I bring you along. You fit right in with us. And you beating Ryan in darts was the highlight of the night." He laughed.

"Aw Ryan is sweet."

"And a little handsy. I'm sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it. He meant no harm. He just had one too many. I can handle guys like him."

"Still it was a little disrespectful. I was about to break his hand if kept touching you." He voice was tense.

I could see the vein in his neck throb. Much like last night when Ryan unexpectedly grabbed me around my waist and started to grind up on me.

I stopped walking and touched his arm. "Calm down Thor. I'm a big girl. I can protect myself."

He looked down at me. He had a wrinkle between his brows.

"But you shouldn't have to."

"I've been doing it this long what's another night?"

He touched my bare shoulder. I looked up at him.

"Mo, you deserve to be protected and made secure. Any man who doesn't understand that doesn't need to be in your presence. You are too smart, too beautiful and too good of a woman to accept anything less."

I felt tears well up in my eyes. I willed them back. Thank God, I had on sunglasses. Why was I so emotional today? I looked around to find anything to change the subject.

"You mind if we sit down for a while?"

Greg stared at me and then looked up. "Sure, over there."

We walked a short distance to a shaded area lined with picnic table and benches. We chose a bench underneath a big oak. I slipped my sandals off. The cool grass felt good on sore feet. We walked at least six miles already and I'm starting to feel it.

"Feet hurt?"

"Yeah a little."

"Here." He patted his thigh.

I swung my legs in his lap.

"I never turn down a free foot massage."

"Who said it was for free?"

I bit my lip to suppress a moan as he went to work on my right foot. My size nines looked tiny in his hands.

"I told you to wear comfortable shoes because we would be doing a lot of walking."

"I know, but they matched my dress." I whined.

"So, fashion over comfort."

"Exactly! Now you know what we women go through to look good for you."

"Oh, so this is for me?" He raised an eyebrow.

Dammit I didn't mean to say that.

"Maybe." I flirted back.

His hand travel up the back of my calf and I had a flashback to this morning when he devoured me so deliciously. Then took me so gently in the shower that my climax was euphoric. It was a high I never been on before. When I came down from it I couldn't control the emotions that spilled from me. I wanted it to last forever. It was everything. He was everything. He made me feel like I was his. His body pleaded with mine begging for me. All of me. Then reality hit. And it hit hard. He isn't my man and I didn't belong to him.

"Monette, I should really be upset with you." He began to massage my left foot bringing me back to the present.

"Why?" I was confused.

"You've called me a lot of names today."

"Have I?"

"Yes. Let's see you've called me a monster, the devil, jerk, asshole but my favorite was Thor. That one I don't mind. He's my favorite avenger."

I smirked. "I meant every one of them at the moment." I pulled my feet from his lap and sat up on my knees beside him. I leaned and whispered into his ear. "But I've also called you baby, honey and my personal favorite, Greggy ooh." I purred into his ear low and sweet before scraping his earlobe with my teeth. I relished in his choppy breathing.

He pulled me down into his lap. I could feel him hardening under my ass. I yanked his beard down and pecked his lips softly a couple of times, but that wasn't enough for him, so he held me in place as his teased my mouth with his viscous tongue before sliding it between my lips. I tried to latch onto it, but he quickly removed it and licked the corners of my mouth and sucked on my bottom lip. I groaned. He darted between my lips again. I twirled my tongue around it. He removed it again. I searched after it as I deepened the kiss, yet it evaded my urgent need to capture it. So, I did something that shocked him.

"Fuck." He growled. I had bitten into his bottom lip. I soothe it with by running my tongue over it. I met his eyes and he sucked his injured bottom lip.

"Who's being naughty now?"

I shrugged climbing out of his lap and straightened my dress. "I'm hungry. What's good to eat around here?"

He looked at me as if I lost my mind. "What?"

"Seriously?" He motioned towards his lap where his dick strained against khaki shorts. I slipped my shoes on.

"We'll handle that later. Let's go." I began walking up the path we came from. Putting an extra swing in my hips because I knew he would be watching.

He took a minute, probably trying to will his hard on to go down, he finally caught up with me. Seizing me from behind. I spun around in his arms laughing.

"You're an evil woman."

"Now you know not to tease me."

"But the teasing is the best part."

"Ask your bottom lip does it feel the same way."

"Actually, I kind of liked it."

"Freak."

"See there's that name calling again. I have to do something about that pretty mouth of yours."

"Like what?"

"I have some ideas. How about we order room service at the hotel and get to that other exercise." He winked at me.

"Goodness Gregory Is there a reason you've been so insatiable lately? You've been like a horny teenage boy the last couple of days. Fucking me into a stupor every chance you get. Not that I'm complaining. I've enjoyed it immensely." He smiled. "I just never been with a man with a sexual appetite like yours."

"I don't know, it seems like I have this obsession with making you cum as much and as hard as possible."

With Darren, my ex, I was lucky to even cum once when we made love. If you can call it that. Which was like two maybe three times a month. I thought that was normal for a married couple, but with Greg I've become multi orgasmic squirting mad woman. I squirted one time with Darren and he made me feel so bad about it. Saying it was a turn off, so I suppressed that part of me. But Greg forces it out of me and he doesn't run away from it. He plays in the rain.

I felt my cheeks warm. I slipped my hand in his. "Let's go back to the hotel."

We made it to the parking garage in no time. Greg's hand stayed on my thigh as he maneuvered easily through the busy downtown streets.

He fished his ringing phone out his pocket. He smiled when he looked at the display.

"Día dult Mahathir." He spoke in his native language.

I leaned back to my side to give him some privacy. I listened closely even though I didn't know a lick of Irish. I heard the high squeal of a woman's voice. I couldn't make out a word she was saying, but by the big smile on his face I knew whoever she has made him extremely happy.

"Mar sin go bhfuil tu sa bhaile?"

He glanced in my direction a couple of times as he spoke. Whoever he was on the phone with was giving him an ear full.

"Yes." He sighed. "I love you too." He switched back to English.

Was I jealous?

His hand went back to my thigh. "I'm sorry about that."

"That's okay. Your voice is so different when you speak Irish. Is that a dialect thing?"

"Yeah I tend to speak in a higher octave when I speak my native language."

"Interesting. So, was that a friend of yours?" As soon as I said it I felt stupid. I hope I didn't sound insecure.

He looked over at me and smiled. "Um you can say that."

"Oh."

There was silence before he said, "That was my mother. Apparently, someone has told her that I been parading around town with a beautiful mystery woman. She said she wasn't aware I had been dating anyone. I told her we were just friends, but she wanted to hear none of it." He laughed.

It kind of annoyed me when he said, "just friends". I don't know why, it just did. But I was relieved it wasn't an 'old friend'.

"I thought they were visiting your grandma in the UK until the end of the month."

"They were, but they missed their own home. Nona can be a bit of a handful sometimes. I think my mother had all she could take. She has invited us to a late lunch at their home. She wants to meet you. I told her I would ask you."

"It's fine with me."

"You sure? I would understand if you don't want to."

"I would love to meet them. Is there a reason I should decline the invitation?"

Greg beamed. "Not one I can think of." He patted my thigh. "I'm excited to show you where I grew up."

We drove just outside of the city to a little suburb called Wheaton.

There were beautifully manicured lawns and paved driveways. A large park seemed to be a main attraction, it was littered with families and pets enjoying the sunshine. A real family town. We pulled into to a yellow and white ranch-style home with a circle driveway lined with red and yellow flowers. There were two other cars in the driveway.

Greg cut the engine off.

"Great everyone is here." He said with a bit of sarcasm.

"Who's everybody?"

"My brothers."

"Okay what's wrong with that?"

"You'll see. I do have to warn you my mother can be a little aggressive and very blunt. She may ask a lot of questions, but she means well I promise. My father on the other hand is chill and quiet guy."

He was a little fidgety as he brushed invisible dust off his clothes before he knocked on the door. I never seen him like this before and it took everything in me not to let out a chuckle.

This little freckled faced red headed woman swung open the door.

"Ah my sweet boy is home." She squealed her accent very pronounced.

He bent down to scoop her maybe 5'2 body up in a hug. "Hi mom."

After a while she let him go and focused her attention on me.

"You must be the lovely lady that has stolen my youngest attention all weekend."

I extended my hand to her. "Hello Ms. O'Brien. I'm Monette."

She looked at my hand as if it was foreign. I was instantly uncomfortable, so I put my hand down.

Yikes. Well so much for introductions.

"My dear we do not shake hands in this family. We hug. Come here." She smiled opening her arms wide.

We hugged. I sighed.

"You had me worried there for a second Ms. O'Brien."

"Don't mind me love. I'm sure my boy has already warned you about me. I can be a bit of a bitch sometimes."

I nearly choked on my spit when she said that.

"Mother!"

"Oh, hush Gregory. He still so easily embarrassed by the things I say. Oh, and deary please call me Catherine or Cat. I'm not into all that formal shit. Calling me Ms. O'Brien reminds of my mother in-law and I'm certainly not that hag.. Now come lunch is almost done and the other chaps are in the kitchen."

She linked her arm with mine and escorted us into the house. I looked back at Greg he just smirked and shook his head. We entered the kitchen and three sets of eyes were on us and I got a little nervous.

"Well don't just stare at the lass. Introduce yourselves."

I met his two older twin brothers Vincent and Joshua. They were Identical from the thick red hair on their heads to their fit 6'5 stature. How on earth did that little woman carry these big boys in her belly for nine months. Their father Richard was the odd man out. The only thing he had in common with his sons was their height. His hair was graying dirty blond and he had a large beer gut.

They were very warm and inviting. Joshua and Vincent teased Greg mercilessly. Telling me stories about when he took ballet classes in high school. Picturing Greg's big muscular body in a leotard had me crying real tears.

"It was for soccer." Greg said for the fifth time.

I tried to hold back my chuckle once I noticed how annoyed he was becoming. I knew the feeling. Being the youngest too, I knew how obnoxious older siblings can be.

"Aw baby it's alright. I bet you were really cute in your spandex." I touched his hand, swallowing down my laughter.

"You're no good Mo." He grinned.

"Sorry I tried." I cracked up.

"Monette do you work at the university with my son?" Richard asked.

"No. I'm actually a dancer."

"Exotic?" Cat asked excitedly.

"Mom!" All three sons said at the same time.

"What? I'm not judging her. Stripping is a lucrative profession. And with a body like yours I'm sure you would be a top earner."

"Thanks, but no I'm not a stripper. I'm a choreographer. I've done a couple of plays and music videos. I also teach ballet and jazz to the youth in my community. I'll actually be flying out to Dubai next week to be a guest instructor for their dance academy for a year. Possibly longer if they will allow me."

"Wow that's amazing. I heard Dubai is beautiful. Congratulations." Richard said.

"Thank you."

"How did you two meet?" Cat asked.

"It's quite funny. My ex-husband and his ex-wife worked for the same accounting firm. They introduced us at the company's holiday party. That was about three years ago." I looked at Greg he nodded. "I attended a seminar he was teaching at the university back in February. He helped me start the process of opening my own studio. I'm renting a room at a rec center and it's getting too cramped. Thanks to Gregory my dream has become a reality. He's been a really great friend. And we've been kind of inseparable ever since we reconnected."

"Seems fated eh?" Cat said.

There was a faint cry coming from the other room.

"Joel is awake. He should be hungry now."

"No one told me JoJo was here."

"You didn't ask loser." Joshua flicked Greg's ear when he got up.

I leaned over to Greg. "Who's JoJo?"

"My nephew. Josh's son."

Joshua came back in the kitchen bouncing a fussy chubby little red headed little boy. Greg reached out for him. Once the little boy recognized who Greg was his little green eyes lit up.

"Hi buddy."

JoJo jumped excitedly in his lap cooing and drooling.

"Aw he's adorable. How old is he?"

"He'll be one next month." Joshua said placing a bowl of mash potatoes in front of him.

"Wow your big boy." I touched his hand.

He smiled at me showing off his two bottom to teeth. He reached for me. I picked him up.

"And your handsome." I nuzzled his belly. He giggled. He hugged me around my neck and gave me a kiss on the forehead melting my heart.

"Uh oh little brother you better step your game up Jojo is trying to steal your girl. I mean your friend." Vincent teased. I rolled my eyes.

We finished lunch, talked and laughed. It was like I known them for years.

Him

My brothers , father and I were in the den watching the end of a soccer match while my mother and Monette were in the kitchen talking and baking cookies. They seemed to be really hitting it off. I was a bit nervous because I knew how abrasive my mother could be.

Vincent punched me in the arm. "You idiot."

"What's your problem man?" I rubbed my arm.

"How do you call a woman like that a friend? You better snatch her up before I do."

"Right she's fuckin' amazing man. She's beautiful, funny, smart and obviously blind if she finds interest in you..." Joshua chimed in handing me a beer.

"Best of all mom has taken a liken to her. You know she hated every girl you've brought home. She despised Gemma."

"We all despised Gemma..." Joshua mumbled.

"She brought you down man."

"Straight up ice princess."

"Monette is the total opposite of Gemma. Don't think we missed how she couldn't keep her hands off you." Vincent smirked.

"And She seems real comfortable with calling baby."

"I peeped the way you looked at her while she talked. I haven't seen you smile so much in a long time. I thought your face was going to shatter into a million pieces."

I watched these fools speak about me like I wasn't sitting right next to them. In all honesty what they were saying I already knew, but I refused to put myself out there like that.

"Alright stop teasing him. Son I can tell you really like her. Does she know how you feel?"

"I don't know what your talking about." I feigned ignorance.

"Oh hell, Pop this chaocha is in love. It's ." Vincent laughed.

"Gregory?"

Three pairs of eyes were on me.

"Fine I like Monette a lot, but it doesn't matter. She just finalized her divorce five months ago. She's not looking for a relationship. At least nothing serious. I don't want to be her rebound guy. Plus she's going to Dubai for a year or more. How would that even work? "

"All I'm saying she seems like a good one and it would be an absolute travesty to let her get away without knowing if she feels the same about you." Joshua said seriously.

"I agree." Pop said.

"Me too." Vincent nodded.

"Even if it ruins our friendship?"

"I say take your shot man if she's worth it." Vincent finished his beer.

"I wouldn't mind having her as a daughter in law." Pop's shrugged.

We watched the rest of the match. When it was over returned to the kitchen and the site before me made my heart melt and laughter erupt from all of us.

"What are you two doing?"

"What?" My mother put her hands on her hips. "She was teaching me some dance moves. I love this one." She swung her arms in a circular motion in front of her. "Mo calls it a Milly Rock." She was dead serious.

More laughter echoed around the kitchen.

"Don't hurt yourself honey." My dad said trying to hold in his laugh.

"Cat, they're just hatin' . You're doing great."

"Mo is the expert here, so if she says I'm doing great than I am. You wouldn't lie to me right?"

"Of course not." Mo smiles at her.

"Mom I hate to cut our visit short, but we have to get going."

"Why so soon?"

"We fly back to Philly early in the morning. We have some packing to do and some rest to catch up on."

"I bet." She wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively.

"Inappropriate mom." I shook my head.

Monette found humor in it though. "Cat you're too much. It's been more than a pleasure meeting you. All of you."

"Same here. Don't be a stranger. You now have a place to visit when you're in town." She hugged her.

Joshua nudged me. "See."

Monette hug everyone and kissed Jojo on his cheek. He seemed to be enthralled by her.

On the drive back I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation I had with the guys. My friends have accepted her and my family has already claimed her. She fit right in with all the important people in my life.

"Why are you so quiet? You haven't said much since we left your parents. Everything okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay. Just a lot on my mind."

"Care to share."

"It's some work stuff." I lied. " I'll handle it when we get back to Philly."

"You sure, I may not understand all the jargon, but I am a great listener."

I tucked a loose strand behind her ear. "Don't worry about it I can handle it."

"Alright. Since we are pretty much packed. We still have a few hour to kill before calling it a night, what do you want to do?"

"Well you know what I want to do." I grabbed her by waist pulling her towards me. "And I recall making a promise to you once we returned to this room." I squeezed her ass. She moaned. "But we have plenty of time for that later, so we can do whatever you like. Lady's choice."