“Don’t. I want you inside me when I come.”
She’s wound as tight as I am. I move on top of her and kiss her. She’s all passion and heat, her hands pressing on my lower back insistently.
I give in and push my cock inside her, slowly burying myself all the way in. She’s so tight and wet that I groan with satisfaction.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “So good, baby.”
Fuck, I love her calling me that. I pull back and thrust in to the hilt again. She wraps a leg around me, her foot on my lower back.
It’s so fucking good. She matches my pace with her hips, her mouth open as her cries get louder.
“I’m gonna come,” she says, her voice rising. “Noel?—”
Her crying out my name sends me over the edge at the same moment she comes, and I empty myself into her with several long, hard thrusts.
I move off her, overwhelmed with the force of my orgasm. I’m feeling surprisingly emotional.
She meets my gaze, smiling and sighing happily, but then her smile slides away.
“Are you okay?”
I look away, embarrassed by the tears gathered in my eyes. “Yeah.”
“Hey.” She gets up on an elbow and takes my chin in her hand, turning my face toward hers. “Tell me.”
Jesus. I’m a grown man and I’m coming unglued. I manage to swallow the lump in my throat, my eyes returning to normal.
“I’m fine.” It’s true, but I can’t lie to her. “I just ... I had a second there where I ... I don’t even know, I think it was that I never wanted to be with a woman again.”
Her brow wrinkles with concern. “Did you not want me?”
I sit up so I can give her my full attention. “I wanted you very much, Jules. I’m just not saying it well. I didn’t think I’d get to feel what I just did. I’d decided that part of my life was over, and that I’d rely on my hand so I don’t end up making the same mistakes I’ve made in the past.”
Her expression softens. “Was that an improvement over your hand?”
I scoff, amused. “There’s no comparison.”
“I don’t want to be a mistake.”
I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it. “You’re not a manipulative woman trying to get pregnant so I’ll have to marry you. I wish I could have met you when I was your age.”
“I’m quite fond of your current age. Lie back down and warm me up.”
I lie on my back and she curls against my side, her cheek on my chest. I stroke her hair, and it’s a full minute before I break the comfortable silence between us.
“Why did your friend call mestalker daddy?”
Her soft exhale is warm on my chest. “That’s my sister, Blair.”
A few seconds pass, and I realize she’s not planning to answer the question. “Okay, so why did your sister call me stalker daddy?”
“You knew Coop had a stomach bug. At the hotel bar in Tampa.”
I freeze, trying to recall the conversation. “Didn’t you tell me that?”
“No. I said he was sick, but you knew it was a stomach thing. I’m not mad. Stalk away. It’s not like it was a secret. I mentioned it on IG and got like a hundred comments about how to treat a stomach bug from internet MDs.”
I return to stroking her hair, chagrined. “That’s how I knew.”
