No way. Fuck no. Not going to happen.
I had nothing against a bed, closed windows, and no audience, but no way in hell was Riley carrying me there. If he kept hauling me around sooner or later, he’d be able to figure out how much weight I’d gained since high school. It was difficult to cook for one and I liked cookies. Was life worth living if you couldn’t eat your emotions in Keebler Fudge Stripes?
I needed to take evasive action to stop the entire carrying thing from happening but in a way that Riley didn’t think I was concerned with my weight. Then he’d carry me up the stairs just to make a point. I remembered his type.
Hopeful he wouldn’t notice the uneasy expression on my face and mistake it being about him, I slipped off the counter and took Riley’s hand.
“Riley Jefferson, I didn’t know you were so modest,” I said as I led him to the stairs.
I’m glad he had enough foresight to put a stop to our activities on the counter. Knowing he always looked out for me made me want him even more. And my “wanting Riley” glass was already mostly full.
He laughed as our feet hit the first steps. “It’s not for me. I’d let the neighbors know, and then everyone would realize you were mine.”
“Is that so?” I asked, turning around to give him a wide-eyed expression. When did Riley learn to talk dirty and commanding? Because I liked that way too much.
His hand tightened around mine. “I’m saving your Pelican Bay reputation.”
I tugged him up the steps quicker, wanting to get to our final destination before my nerves put a kibosh on the whole thing. “It’s still sweet.”
Riley was always looking out for me, even after I’d left him so dramatically the first time I left Maine.
We reached the top of the steps and he pulled me to him. “Trust me, babe, what I’m going to do to you is anything but sweet.”
Riley Jefferson had definitely mastered dirty talk.
19
RILEY
Ibacked Cassandra up against the wall and grabbed on to her thighs, helping her wrap her legs around my waist. We’d always had a deep connection, and I needed it right then. Her fingers roamed over my chest and I wished I hadn’t stopped her from taking off my shirt in the kitchen. I wanted her to score her nails across my chest or back while I slammed into her.
With her against the wall and her legs clutching my waist, Cassandra moved. Our kiss went from passionate to extreme as she ground against me. Her cunt expelled heat, which went right to my dick, throbbing in my pants and wanting a release as it strained against my zipper.
Everything about Cassandra screamed to take her now. I wanted to stand there and feast on her all evening, but I also couldn’t wait until I had her naked and laid out in front of me. The decisions warred against one another in my head, but ultimately the bed won. One of her nipples needed to end up in my mouth immediately or else I’d die.
Cassandra being so close but me not being able to look at her and the constant grinding were killing me. Especially through the thick jean material. I grabbed her ass in my palms and stepped away from the wall.
“No wall sex?” she asked with the cutest pout on her kiss-swollen lips.
I placed her gently on the bed and rubbed my hands together, ready to unwrap her. “Not this time.”
“Hmm, that’s too bad. I hear it’s phenomenal,” she said, wiggling her hot ass against my sheets.
Is that so? One eyebrow rose on its own accord. “Who said that?”
If she mentioned another guy she’d been with, I’d lose my mind.
Cassandra shrugged and watched as I unbuttoned her pants. I slipped them down her legs before kicking them to the floor. “Girl talk.”
A pair of pink lace panties, which hid the important parts I couldn’t wait to see, held my attention. “You ever try it?”
I didn’t want to hear about Cassandra’s previous experiences, but a man needed to know what he was up against. The number and methods didn’t bother me, but if I should make a run to Portland to pick up a set of handcuffs or a whip, we should get that on the table now.
From the slight blush coloring her cheeks, it didn’t look like I needed to do any immediate shopping. Although I had a list of a few things we should try together. A little exploration.
Cassandra’s gaze stayed fixed on my hands as I undid my pants and lowered them, leaving the pair beside hers on the floor. She licked her lips before answering. “No.”
“Good.”
