Chapter 97 Chapter~97~Lake life.

Chapter 97 Chapter~97~Lake life.
Nick~

Out front, the cracked ceramic gnomes still stand guard in the garden, their painted faces chipped by years of autumn rains and summer heat. Inside the house, the air still smells faintly of lavender, and my parents just as it did the last time I was here.
With Harley settled inside, I go back out to unload the car. A few minutes later, our bags hit the sofa with a thud, and I took the cooler into the kitchen.

When I return to the living room, Harley has moved to the stone hearth above the dormant fireplace.
She's holding a framed photo of me at age nine, caught mid-air over the clear water beneath the pier, and smiles down at the little boy in the image. "You were a cutie," she said, setting the photo back on the mantel's polished wood grain and picking up another photo of Sean and me.

"My mother couldn't put the camera down," I say, a light chuckle dying in my throat. "I swear I jumped off that damn pier fifty times before she got that shot."

"This is Sean?" She rubs her thumb over the dusty glass.

"Yeah, that's him," we were at the arcade by the lake; I sat on a low wooden wall. A grumpy, ten-year-old Sean, who has his arms crossed tightly over his chest, is wedged between my legs. "She was trying to force a bonding moment."

"He doesn't look happy about it."

"Trust me, he wasn't. Sean hated her 'photogenic moments' as much as I did," I said, leaning against the stone wall of the fireplace. "She'd always hold up the camera, look at us, and say, 'One day, these moments will be important.'"

Another one-of-a-kind White Lake sunset was in full swing, so Harley and I exited the house through the back door. Just in time, we sit on the swing at the end of the pier, and I join our hands. The sky we look upon holds the entire rainbow of colors across its mass.

Bright shades of yellow and orange mingle with deep hues of blue and pink. In the middle, a golden ball seems to dance among them. As the sun disappears, the breeze picks up across the water, and the lake water mirrors these colors in waves.

Harley sighs beside me, "What'd you think?" My arm shifts to the back of the swing and around her shoulder.

"It is beautiful." She scoots closer and puts her head on my chest. "This whole place is beautiful. Thank you for showing me."

"I'm just getting started," I say, stopping the swing and getting to my feet. "Come on," she accepts my hand, and I pull her to me.

In the kitchen, I had a surprise for my Amante, and since she was rumbling in the swing, now was the time. Harley takes a seat at the center bar, and I get the cooler off the counter.

The weight of her stare is intense as I open it and begin removing its contents. "We haven't done a lot of normal husband-wife stuff, and we have to eat. Why not start by making dinner as a couple?"

"You want me to cook with you?" She looked between the ingredients and me.

"In all ways," I gave her a wink before moving over to the cabinets. "I'm about to introduce you to a Reins family lake house tradition."

My mother has OCD with her kitchen cabinets, for sure. The bottom-right cupboard yielded a skillet, as always. The one to my left has a nice-sized baking dish. After grabbing a cutting board and knife, I returned to the high bar. Damn it, going back, I grabbed a bowl for the veggies.

"What is it that we're making?"

"Ruby calls it lake pie, though it has no crust." I cut the cabbage into quarters. "Spicy or no?" I asked, looking up at her.

"I'd better not; Etta hasn't experienced spicy yet." She picked up a knife and started on the bell pepper, and then the mushrooms.

"Ok," I set aside the jalapenos and begin with the onions and potatoes.

Harley pops a mushroom slice into her mouth. "So we have cabbage, onions, bell peppers, baby reds, and mushrooms. Can't say I'm not curious."

"We were, too, the first time. " I've never known where she got the recipe." I take the veggies over to the sink. "Probably her own creation to get us to eat vegetables, but it stuck."

After rinsing, everything except the potatoes goes into the skillet, gets salt and pepper, and I take it to the stove. With a couple of clicks, the gas burner lights, and I adjust the flame to a low simmer.

A sprinkle of olive oil over my mixture, a stir, and the glass lid is on. When I turn, Harley is staring at me wide-eyed, mouth agape, as if mesmerized by what she's witnessing.

"Don't be so surprised," I say, throwing the hand towel over my shoulder and turning back to the bar. "Italian sausage, ok with you?"

"Un-hun, I must say, I'm finding this side of you very sexy."

"Oh yeah," I give her a wink before sliding the knife into the link. "Wait till you see me do the laundry."

A vision of us riding the spin cycle comes into our shared space. We almost had sliced sausage on the floor instead of in the baking dish with the reds. She bites her lip as I cover the pan, and into the oven they go.

Up top, the cast-iron skillet is doing its job; I give the inside a once-over, taste the veggies' juice, and replace the lid. "We have about 30 minutes until it's pie."

She turns on the stool, invites me in, and I go to her with a smile. My hands gently caressed her shoulders before I ran them up her neck.

"I'm not wearing any panties," she said, licking my earlobe before capturing her spot and going for the button of my jeans. Oh, boy!

Enough said, next move her naked ass, legs spread on the bar. My jeans hit my knees as I run my fingers through the hair covering her clit. Dammit, boy, she's wet and hot; I plunged my fingers inside her.

I'm only poking the bear; she digs her nails into my back. "Stop teasing me, Nick!" She squeezed her knees into my sides.

Yes ma'am! There's no need to waste this honey, though. Once my fingers are clean, I lick the leftovers from my lips as I enter her. I'm in deeper with each thrust, giving her every inch over and over. "Say when."

"More.........don't stop!" She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

As always, I aim to please my little nympho and braced my arms on the marble countertop beside her. At this pace, and with her insistence, I can't hold back and pound into her.

She throws her head back with my name, a moan on her lips. My fingers find her pearl, and I rub it between my thumb and finger until she's shaking. That's my limit, and I buried myself inside her as my dick exploded.

Ruby would die if she knew our juices were all over her herringbone tile and custom countertop, or maybe she and Titus have already christened them. Harley giggled at my thought as I set her feet on the floor. We go to the guest bathroom off the kitchen to get cleaned up.

Just in time for the oven to buzz, Harley grabs the disinfectant bottle and paper towels to clean our area. I'm surprised when I lift the glass lid and the veggies haven't burned. After getting the sausage out, I fixed us both a plate.

"That smells amazing," Harley said, picking up her fork. She blows on a piece of sausage before putting it in her mouth.

"Thank you," I adjusted on my stool beside her at the bar. "There's a hot tub out back," I nod toward the sliding glass doors in front of us. "Maybe after dinner, we can soak under the stars."

Harley sighs, "Sounds perfect, Wolfman."