I go witheverythingshe teaches me, and does to me, and has me do to her. By the time I collapse that night I’ve come twice, I’ve lost count of how many times she’s come, and curled up with her in bed I fall asleep wondering if this is what love feels like.
Because even if it doesn’t? I’m okay with whateverthisis.
Chapter Ten
Now
When we arrive at the house, George thanks the officer who drove us and bids him good-night. Then he exits the SUV first while casually jingling his house keys as if he’s totally unaware it’s making my cock throb like a motherfucker.
Outside the SUV, our breaths frost in the crisp night air. The clouds finally cleared away and the temperature dropped again. It’s supposed to warm up tomorrow but rain again as the front lifts from the south and heads north. George extends his hand to me, helping me from the SUV and once again cupping the back of my neck as we walk up the front steps.
It’s casually possessive. The way he’s acting as if it’s no big deal hopefully means the officer will never breathe a word of this to anyone. He waits to leave until George unlocks the front door and guides me inside. After turning off the alarm and locking the door behind us, he grabs me by the hand and leads me down the hall.
“What about the alarm, Sir?”
“I’m sure Casey will take care of it later.” We head to the living room, where he pulls me in for a crushing kiss. “Stay.”
He steps away, leaving me swaying a little on my feet. He turns on one corner lamp and puts on music before he turns and leaves the room, leaving me wondering what’s on his mind.
I assumed we’d head up to the bedroom.
Which is where I hear him heading, up the stairs.
I don’t remain in limbo for long. He returns moments later, items in his hands. These he dumps on the sofa. Before I can get a good look at what he brought, he turns and kisses me again.
Did I mention he’s a damn good kisser?
He is.
Maybe I don’t have a lot to compare him to, because I’ve only kissed Casey, but he sure seems like a damned good kisser to me. I have no complaints, that’s for sure.
He reaches for my belt as he kisses me, unfastening my slacks and shoving them and my briefs down my hips. I toe off my dress shoes and nearly trip in the process, making him laugh as he catches and steadies me.
“Don’t break your neck, boy. Ma’am would kill me.”
I start to take my jacket off, but he stops me with a noise, the way Casey’s done countless times over the years. “Didn’t tell you to do that.” His voice drops into that deeper, Dom register, and I shiver.
With that order issued, I pull my jacket back on. I don’t know what he’s got in mind, but my cock’s screaming for relief.
The smile he wears tells me I’m in for atime, regardless of what he’s got planned. He picks up his keys, which he’d set on the coffee table. It’s hard not to drool as I look at them. Freedom, so close. After jingling them at me, he’s looking me dead in the eyes as he smiles and slips them into his jacket pocket. Then he backs up and sits on the couch, where he pats his thigh.
His meaning’s clear. I eagerly straddle his lap, my arms draped around his neck as his hands settle on my ass.
Fingers dig into the bruises and marks he left on my ass last night, squeezing and making my situation even more desperate. He stares up at me with those blue eyes of his and kisses me. I’m still distracted by the kissing when he moves his right hand, reaching for something next to him, feeling for it. He finds it, releases me with his left hand, and I hear the unmistakable sound of him pulling on a nitrile glove.
Oh. I know where this game is going now.
I think.
We’re still kissing while he reaches for something else. I feel him lift the back of my jacket with his left hand. The fingers on his right hand—now gloved, calledthatone accurately—slide along the seam of my ass.
Followed by the unmistakable feel of cool lube being squirted there.
The fingers slip and slide and seek entrance. He swallows my moans with his kisses as one finger plays with me, teasing me to the point I’m arching my back to give him easier access.
“Good boy,” he whispers against my lips, and one key point becomes achingly clear to me.
Idobelong to him. Absolutely, without question. I didn’t mean to lie to Casey this morning, but…I did.
