“Say what you have to say, Rush.”
He holds up his phone.
“I saw an Instagram story of this cute new celebrity sports couple on a date.”
He clicks Tiger’s profile picture and his latest story pops up. It’s a picture of me laughing with Bradley and Tiger, but the caption he added reads:When your girl is star-struck for the first time:)
“I didn’t know,” I mutter under my breath.
“You didn’t know that you were his girl?” he asks in a raised voice.
“I didn’t know that he posted that. Obviously, I’m not his girl.”
“Is it obvious?”
His face contorts into a painful expression. He dips his head down and our foreheads meet with our eyes wide open, anchoring each other in place.
“Is it obvious?” he whispers again against my lips.
A sudden warm wetness gushes between my legs and I rub my feet together like a cricket to ease the ache at my core. Rush slowly peels the covers down my body as his eyes still hold mine in place.
I am exposed. Covered only by a bra and panties. He lazily rakes his eyes from my hair, to my breasts, to my waist, my crotch, my thighs and finally my toes.
When the air settles, I stare at him; he stares at me, and we both knew that everything is about to fucking change.
“The only fucking that’s obvious is that you belong to me, Bird.”
Twenty-Six
RUSH
I feellike a caged lion who’s been freed from a self-imposed friend zone prison. Now that I’m out and have tasted a bit of the wilderness, I never want to go back to that place again.
Mia belongs to me, has always belonged to me, and it’s time that we both own that shit.
Our tongues hungrily explore each other’s mouths as I grind my hardened length into her panty covered pussy. I want her to feel how much and how long I’ve wanted her.
She’s panting heavily once I release her lips, staring at me with warm tawny eyes that twinkle with flecks of copper. Her desire is needy but tentative. She may not be sure where this carnal need for each other is coming from or where it’s headed, but I have enough clarity for the both of us.
“I can see your pretty little brain working overtime,” I tell her. “You’re trying to make sense of this. You’re worried that this will ruin us. But you don’t need to think that hard about this, Bird. Just let it happen.”
“What are we doing, Rush?” Her whispered question is laced with lust.
“I’ll show you exactly what we’re doing.”
I pick up the vibrator that she tried to hide from me down at the edge of the bed.
“We’ll start with this,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen.
“What are you doing?”
“Who were you thinking about when you were using this earlier?”
“No one.”
Her eyes look away as if she’s ashamed.
