Too much.
I bellow her name at the slamming headboard and erupt, emptying wet, squelching spurts of seed into her flexing cunt. Watching her visibly luxuriate in my orgasm pushes me to new heights, my abdomen twisting and releasing painfully, flood after flood leaving my body and overflowing her entrance, which I continue to pound, struggling to empty myself completely. It’sendless, the waves of lust that ripple up from my balls and spew from my tip and she makes these excited pleasure sounds every time, lifting her hips for my offering, her drowsy eyes sparkling, as if absorbing my come is an honor.
Finally finished, I drop to her side like a stone, reeling over what has just happened.
What did just happen?
Did I really just…open myself up like that?
What now? How do I close the Pandora’s box of feelings I just opened?
“I guess I should go,” she whispers into the darkness.
No.
Don’t go.
Tell your parents you’re at a friend’s house.
Stay.
All those words get trapped in my throat and I end up sitting on the edge of the bed, tortured over her impending absence, watching her get dressed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she whispers at the door of my bedroom, then turns to leave. I listen to her footsteps travel through the house, the creaking of my front door opening—and I’m off the bed like a shot, wrapping a white sheet around my waist. In the process of Billie putting on her hat, she turns to see me coming and freezes.
I don’t even know what I’m going to do until I get there.
What happens is that I sweep her up off the floor, kissing her with everything lodged in my chest. Everything I can’t say. Don’t know how to say. Don’t understand. I kiss the breath out of her and settle her back down, her smile dazzling.
“Good night,” I say, clearing my throat.
Retreating, with a formal head nod.
“Good night,” she breathes.
I hear her giggling in the driveway, my heart shoots up into my mouth, and I know I have a decision to make. Keep her at a distance. Or go…all in.
Try and make this thing between Billie and I real.
My head is telling me to do one thing, my chest is begging for another.
Unfortunately, my heart is asking a lot from a man who wouldn’t even know where to begin winning over such an incredible girl. Yes. My head wins this time.
But how long do I have before my heart refuses to lose?
seven
Billie
I arriveto Knox’s house the following afternoon, earlier than expected. Not because I rushed through my chores because I was excited to see him or anything like that. No sirree.
Aren’t I convincing?
My fist is poised to rap on the front door, but I hear a noise in the rear field and decide to go investigate. My fingers play with the frayed edges of my jean shorts, and I circle around the side of the house that is way too large for one man, my boots cutting through the tall brush. The sound I hear is more like a thud and it gets louder now, as I’m coming up on the field full of heather that goes for miles behind Knox’s home. Like a stretch of heaven.
Knox stands shirtless on the porch, bashing his fists into a punching bag.
He’s shirtless. Looking sinfully hot in a black, low-slung pair of mesh pants.
