“No, I‚ I don’t know. Do you want to stop?”
“Hell no I don’t want to stop. I already told you, you’re mine now.” As if in agreement, he twitches inside of me.
“But how will this even work? It doesn’t change anything. We can’t be together in real life. No one can know about us.” Are we really having a “what are we” conversation? What is wrong with me?
“Princess, it changes everything. If we need to keep it a secret for now, we can, but we are doing this.” He rubs soothing circles over my thighs.
“Sorry, I ruined this.”
“You didn’t ruin anything. Do you not feel what you do to me?” He thrusts up into me from below. “Do I need to remind you again what happens when I look at you?” He doesn’t wait forme to respond, instead he lifts me and throws me back on the couch again.
“You in those sexy-as-fuck librarian glasses? Hard.” With a palm to my chest, he pushes me back so I’m lying flat on the cushions. “You in those tight skirts and dresses? Showing off every delicious curve to your body?” He traces the flare of my hips. “Yep, hard.”
“Oh god,” I breathe out when his mouth hovers over my pussy again.
“The memory of your taste on my tongue? Your perfect princess pussy gripping my cock and taking us both over the edge? Rock. Fucking. Hard.” He licks up the middle of my sex, and I can’t hold back anymore. I need him to fuck me.
“Ohmigod, can we have sex now?”
“I thought you’d never ask. Need me to take control for you, baby? Is that what you need?” He crawls back up my body.
“Yes.” I bury my face in his neck to hide.
“Hold tight.” He stands, carrying me to the window. The way he brushes against me while he walks has me moaning.
“Put me down. I’m too heavy.”
“You’re perfect.” He pins me to the floor to ceiling window. The glass is cool against my back. “Now turn your brain off and enjoy the ride while I make you scream for me.”
Scream I do. Over and over and over again.
Since she showed up at my condo in nothing but a trench coat on Tuesday night after the game, we’ve spent every spare minute of the past two days together making up for lost time. Talking, touching, fucking. I can already tell I’ll never get enough of her.
The only reason we’re not still wrapped up in her bed together is because I have to be at the humane society this morning with Fields and Miller before we head to the stadium for tonight’s game. I’m still trying to decide what my local charity will be and they’re helping me with field research.
“Hurry up, Rook. We got places to be and pups to see,” Miller shouts from across the parking lot.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m here.” I shake their hands and lead them inside to meet the program director. For the next hour, we tour the facility, pet animals, and discuss various options for program support.
After we’ve left the humane society to get lunch at a local restaurant near the stadium, Miller is still oohing and ahhing over every dog he saw in a kennel.
“Dude, why don’t you just get a dog?” I ask later when we’re seated in a booth.
“One doesn’t just get a dog. It has to be the right dog.”
“You’re gone too much to have a dog anyways.” Fields tosses a straw wrapper in Miller’s direction.
“Okay, gramps. No one asked for your negativity.” Miller throws it back at Fields across the table.
“Have you ever had a dog?”
“Yeah, my parents still have one. Our family dog growing up was a golden retriever. Loved that little rascal.” Miller shows me a picture of the dog on his phone.
“It’s where he learned his personality traits,” Fields teases.
“Har har har.” Miller rolls his eyes.
“I dunno, chicks dig a golden retriever vibe,” I say, fist bumping Miller.
