I grab my boxers and pull them on before collecting her panties and my T-shirt and handing them to her.
Dropping onto the couch, I can’t stop the grin that takes over my face as she curls into me, warm and pliant and completely at peace.
“Thattake my cock outline was hot,” she says, her eyes sparkling as they meet mine, and I laugh, letting my head fall to the back of the couch as I drag a hand down my face.
“Yeah, well, don’t be too impressed because I wasn’t entirely sure I’d be able to do it myself.” I hold up one hand. “Manual dexterity was lacking.”
She laughs and nips at the tendon in my neck before soothing the sting with her tongue.
“I liked it,” she breathes, “and that second orgasm was mind-blowing.”
“I think I have to try for three now.”
“Why?” she asks, and I raise a brow. “Just asking. Definitely not complaining.”
“I feel like two is the standard now—gotta raise the bar.”
“That’s the spirit,” she coos, pressing herself tighter against me as I wrap my arms around her and hold her there.
“Thought you might like that.”
“Roy?”
“Hmm?”
“When can we get started?”
“Patience is a virtue?—”
“That I do not possess.”
“Then put me in, Coach.”
18
KINSLEY
“Can you just order me a coffee? I need to go use the bathroom,” I say, watching as a flash of panic crosses Royce’s face as we stand in line at the coffee shop. I roll my eyes thinking about the day that had started all this between us. “You’ll be fine.”
“You say that but…” He grins and I chuckle as I walk away, weaving through the people and tables scattered around.
I’ve barely pushed the door open when I’m met by a faint cry from the closed stall. Brows furrowing, I take a step farther into the bathroom, stopping when I hear it again.
“Are you all right?” I ask, only to be met by a humorless laugh.
“Not unless you have an extra pair of pants.”
“Open the door, sweetie.”
The girl behind the door shuffles around before clicking the lock open and staring up at me.
“I have a date,” she whispers and I nod.
“Is he a douche?” I ask and she smiles.
“No, he’s really nice but this is our second date and,”—she turns, revealing an obvious rip in the back of her pants—“I can’t let him see me like this.”
“Give me a sec, okay? Fix your makeup.” I nod toward the mirror as I pull out my phone and call Royce.
