Page 29 of Blue Sky

Pasole

Paloma’s sisters had settled into my home quite nicely. I drove them to school on my way to the base and went with Paloma to pick them up when I got off work.

But the normalcy was getting to me and the guilt of Catherine’s death was eating me up inside. My life was moving on without her. It wasn’t right.

After everyone had gone to bed, I crept out into the living room, craving my solitude. I turned on a war flick and opened a bottle of whiskey.

The whiskey soothed my soul, each sip numbing my pain, swallowing my indecision. Would I be betraying Catherine if I pursued Paloma? Would hitting on Paloma be considered sexual harassment? I didn’t just want to fuck her; I wanted to kiss her, make her happy, take care of her the way she took care of me and Sky. I needed to make sure my feelings for her were more than just loneliness and lust.

After an hour, I heard Sky cry. Fuck. I didn’t want Paloma to see me like this. I stood up to head back to my room, but before I could walk, Paloma walked into in the living room, holding Sky.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I had no idea you were up. I’ll take Sky to her room and leave you alone.”

I studied her tight little body under her night slip. I could see the outline of her nipples and her panty line. I was aware that I was buzzed and wanted to vanish as quickly as possible before I embarrassed myself, or even worse, hit on her.

“No, you stay here. I’m going to bed.”

She placed her hand on my chest. “No, wait. Don’t go. Are you okay?”

“Yup.” She could surely smell the liquor on my breath. I didn’t want her to think I was a drunk like her uncle. “Just tired. I’m going to crash.”

Her eyes dropped to my waist and she moistened her lips. I realized I had no shirt on, having removed it earlier because it was hot as fuck here, even in January. Fuck, this was my house, but I felt like a jerk just the same. It was totally inappropriate for me to be half-naked around her.

“Are you hungry? I’m starved. Let me cook you something.”

Well, damn, if she insisted. “Fine.” I sat back down on the sofa.

“I’m just going to feed Sky really quick and put her back down.”

She turned and walked away, and I didn’t even stop myself from staring at her tight little ass.

I read myself the riot act. I would in no way shape or form hit on her since I had been drinking. I was not that man.

I zoned in on the TV. Paloma appeared twenty minutes later and headed straight to the kitchen.

The scent of chiles and garlic filled the kitchen. I had no idea what she was making, but I couldn’t wait to taste another one of her delicacies.

Hell, I couldn’t wait to taste her.

Another twenty minutes passed, and she brought me a bowl of some red soup with chicken and a slice of lime.

“It’s posole. Good after a few drinks. Normally, I would make menudo, but it takes three hours.”

Damn, she saw right through me. “Thanks.” I took one bite and the spicy broth soothed my stomach. “Babe, you’re an incredible cook.”

Fuck, had I said babe?

She placed her hand on my thigh. “Glad you like it.”

I wanted to throw her over the sofa and fuck her. Instead, I calmed my cock down and finished the soup, savoring every bite. What would it be like to live with this woman? I knew I was paying her, but she seemed to genuinely like taking care of me which felt so strange to me. Catherine loved me for sure, but she never doted on me. Never. We had a very equal relationship. We shared all the chores since we both worked, and neither of us ever cooked anything outside of grilled cheese and spaghetti. Even my own mom was never the nurturing type. I never thought I wanted a woman who was very traditional, but I couldn’t help but love every minute that Paloma was pampering me.

But it wasn’t just one-sided. I fought an overwhelming desire to pamper her too. Rub her feet, give her a massage, make her come.

Fuck. Stop.

I finished the soup and she finished hers.

I grabbed her hand. “Let’s go outside.”