Chapter 8

“No.”

“Then what ya thinking about?”

“Today, earlier,” he said.

“Me too. You kissed me.”

“I’m sorry, it—”

“No.” Mimi grabbed his hand. “It’s not your fault.”

“But I—”

“Stop,” Mimi said and stood in front of him. “You know why I never let you call me Aunt Mimi?” CJ looked up and shook his head. “I hated being your aunt.”

“Why?” He leaned back against the tabletop when Mimi stepped over the bench. She sat on his lap, straddling him. “The older we got, the more I hated it.”

“Why?”

The warm press of Mimi’s lips set off a bomb in the closet CJ had stuffed every thought, imagination, feeling, and dream he ever had about her. Fear and shame exploded. The hot, wet touch of Mimi’s tongue opened his mouth. Desire, passion, and love crushed the shame and fear. CJ held Mimi’s head, combed his fingers through her curls, and pulled her into the kiss.

Mimi stopped. Tears spilled over the rims of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. “If I’m your aunt, I have to be ashamed of how I feel.”

CJ wiped Mimi’s cheeks. “I do love you, but it’s this kind of love.”

The crickets, idling trucks, and cars passing on the interstate all seemed to fall silent. The only things that mattered were CJ’s hands clutching, the heat of Mimi’s body on his, and their lips and tongues working. All forms of the love CJ had felt for Mimi over the years merged. Their kiss became ferocious, demanding more than could be expressed with just a kiss.

Mimi lifted her dress. CJ opened his pants. She looked down at his, and CJ at hers, then their eyes met. Mimi’s expression told CJ everything he needed to know. She lowered herself. The fire of sensation made CJ whimper. Mimi smiled. Tears filled his eyes. “I’m your first?” Mimi asked.

He nodded.

Mimi said, “Thank you,” and kissed him while easing down until they were fully joined.

“Ah, Mimi, oh, Mimi.” He held her hips. They rolled rhythmically. Mimi pressed her forehead to CJ’s. He felt her muscles working, driving him in and out of her body. Their breathing became fast, panting gasps.

“Uh, oh, Ma, hah, I, I—”

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s wonderful.”

It came too fast, but the orgasm pouring into Mimi felt better than a full tank of gas or anything else CJ could imagine. Mimi’s purposed, determined thrusts became erratic, then her body stiffened. CJ felt the crushing strength of her thighs move up to his waist as Mimi’s head pressed into his shoulder.

The greatest expression of two people’s love left them trembling, holding on tight. It was a breathless moment that CJ wanted to last forever. He had never felt more cared for, protected, or loved. Nor had he ever felt more protective or concerned for another person’s pleasure, happiness, and safety. Loving another person was a huge responsibility.

Mimi straightened, held CJ’s neck, and leaned back at arm’s length. She blew out a whoosh of air. “Wow, that was incredible.”