Actually… “Pinch your nipples. I want my name on those lush lips while you pinch your nipples as I fuck you.”
She lifted her head a bit and licked those lips to tease me. “Into dirty talk, huh?”
I was honest. “No. Never.”
She liked that, knowing it was her and she made me snap. Yeah, she did, so she could have the win, especially because she did it. I held out until she finished twice and then came with her on the third climax.
But then I was spent. Sex was like any other workout regime, and the few quick hookups I’d had a couple in past years weren’t enough training for the woman before me.
I leaned over her, panting as much as she was as we stared into each other’s eyes. It was a lot more intimate than most would think for fun.
“You win,” she gasped. She smirked when I raised an eyebrow. “Other men can fuck off. I only want you inside of me as long as you behave.”
Meaning she wouldn’t put up with bullshit either. Message received. I gave her a soft kiss to accept and then gently pulled out of her. She hissed and winced and I felt horrible.
“Good sex should hurt,” she comforted. “Especially after a dry spell.”
“I should help, but healing isn’t—”
“I’ve got it, Taylor,” she promised. She also wouldn’t let me clean her up or carry her to the bathroom—though that was probably overkill. Normally, I wasn’t that overbearing, but I’d been rougher with her than I ever had been, so it seemed in line?
We snacked in my kitchen after I loaned her a hoodie that was a sexy dress on her and then I had her bent over the kitchen counter. In my defense, she pushed my buttons again. That seemed to be her specialty, itching to see how easily I would snap for her.
“Am I leaving?” she asked evenly after we cleaned up again. She said it like she didn’t care either way, but I wasn’tthatstupid.
“Only if you want to annoy me,” I muttered as I sat on my bed and fluffed the pillow next to mine. I gave her a look that she better get her ass next to me and I was glad when she snickered.
The booze had worn off, but Tracey had clearly been burning the candle at both ends. She was half asleep when she curled up next to me.
“This is nice,” she mumbled softly.
“Yeah, it is,” I agreed.
“Thanks, Taylor,” she breathed, almost out.
I snickered. “I should be thanking you for taking the chance and rocking my world.” The answer I got shocked me and I was sure she wouldn’t remember saying it.
“No, for not rejecting me for being an orphan or Black. It always hurts more than I pretend it does. Especially if I respect them. It would have hurt really bad this time.”
A cute snore passed her lips, so that was the end of the discussion.
I stared up at the ceiling for several minutes thinking about what she’d said and how it made me feel. I sighed.
This was going to be more complicated than casual. I need to do better and step up everything to protect everyone. But how?
12
After lunch on Saturday and all of the decisions we had to make, Tracey asked me to go on a walk with her. I just pointed to her high heels she was wearing at a campsite like she was nuts. She chuckled and said it was fine and to drive around on the cart.
I was always up for that.
We talked about the progress and things being mapped out. Taylor and his guys really were putting in the work. Link and his friends as well. It was nice to see given how much I was doing too.
She had me park when we were far away and no one could accidentally overhear us. She let out a slow breath and handed me a little iPod Nano with plug-in earbuds.
“Do they still make iPods or how old is this thing?” I chuckled as I took it.
“Oh shut it, you damn zoomie,” she playfully drawled. She turned to face me and closed my hand around the iPod. “I want you to try this for your running list. I know you’re in a dark place, but they’re songs about being broken or beaten down and beingproudof the scars instead of only seeing them.”
