“I didn’t.”
She looks up at me. “You didn’t?”
“Nope.”
“Then why did you agree to it?”
I shrug, making her head bob against me. “Because it’s what you wanted.”
She rolls her eyes, shoving her hands against my stomach. She starts pulling away, but I wrap my arm around her, bringing her flush against me. “Come on,” I argue. “What was I supposed to say?”
“I don’t know. Tell the truth?”
“And then what would’ve happened?”
“I probably would’ve told you…”
“That you and I could never happen?” I ask, stating what seems to be the obvious.
Her silence proves my point. “Still,” she weakly claims.
“It’s fine,” I assure her. “I did what I had to do to keep seeing you.”
She pinches my side. A reproval for my little white lie and something she’s obviously willing to overlook as she wraps her arm around my midsection and nudges her knee between my legs.
“There’s nothing going on with me and Olive,” I tell her, speaking the honest truth into the crown of her head. I know it’s a little out of left field, but I want to clear the air. There’s no one else but her. No Olive or some other random girl filling my thoughts. Just her.
She nods. “I know.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “I just want to make sure you know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No,” I protest with a fleeting shake of my head. “Don’t be. I should’ve said something or done something. I just didn’t think…I didn’t think.”
She lifts herself up, straddling my lap. “No, you didn’t,” she says with hooded eyes and a coy smirk. I feel her rocking herself against me, and I’m already growing hard again. We’ve already done it twice, and a third time seems to be on the horizon.
I sit up, wanting her closer to me. “I’m a little offended.”
Her head rears back in confusion. “Why?”
“It’s like you just want me for my body.”
“Ah,” she responds, a smile teasing her lips. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel…used.”
“You’re just going to have to make it up to me,” I respond, “so I don’t feel so cheap.”
She kisses me, her rolling hips driving me crazy. My dick twitches, and she hums as it brushes against her. “I just thought…you know, we should be making up for lost time.”
I give her ass a firm squeeze. “You are so right.”
“To think we’ve been depriving ourselves of this. All this time.”
“I told you,” I respond, my voice weak. “So. Fucking. Stupid. And for what?”
Her movements stop. As if my off-handed question caused a sudden realization to dawn on her. She grips my head, cupping my jaw and tilting my face to force my eyes to hers.
“What?” I ask, watching her eyes search mine.
