When we’re finally able to calm back down, Zander gives me this look that makes my insides flutter. It’s soft and adoring.
Almost loving.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks me in a soft voice.
Slinging my arms around his neck, I tilt my head and give him a slow smile.
“You know? Being lazy and getting to know each other more sounds pretty good.”
He grins and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Sounds perfect.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: STAY WITH ME
ZANDER
Rylee issound asleep on top of me, snoring softly with her cheek pressed to my chest. We’re stretched out on the couch and have been having a Marvel movie marathon. It’s nearly midnight. She made it pastThe Avengersbut conked out before Thanos made his appearance during the credits.
Not that I mind. I like watching her sleep. She looks so peaceful, and the fact that she’s so relaxed around me makes my stomach flutter in a very manly way - butterflies, sure, but big, buff butterflies.
Who am I kidding? This girl has me all gooey on the inside. As excited as a teenage boy with his first girlfriend. This feels so perfect. So right. I think… yeah, I really do think she may be it for me. Rylee is the girl I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
Which is genuinely crazy, given that a few days ago we were going at each other’s throats in most of our interactions. This is the girl I connected with on Cloak - smart, sweet, funny. To think I might never have known this side of her if it weren’t for that app…
My phone suddenly dings and I reach to grab it from where it’s sitting on the arm of the couch, careful not to disturb Rylee.I assume it’s just a text, but I tense when I see it’s actually a notification from Cloak. Some new girl has pinged me.
Fuck… I nearly forgot about that. If Rylee ever finds out that I’mGlideControlZ, this whole thing could blow up in my face, especially after I promised not to keep any more secrets from her. I need to tell her, but I’m afraid of ruining this just when she’s decided to give me a chance. Whatever fuck she was with before me really messed her up and made her cautious. If I tell her now, she might walk away without a second thought.
I can’t let that happen. I’ll tell her, I will, but I’ll wait for now. Make sure she knows how crazy I am about her first.
Putting my phone aside, I grab the remote and turn the TV off, then gently adjust Rylee so I can sit up. Cradling her in my arms, I stand up and start to carry her out of the living room and down the hall to the bedroom. When I walk inside, I find Gizmo curled up on the end of the bed. He looks up at us and I swear to God, it looks like he’s scowling at me.
“Don’t judge me,” I grumble, glaring at him, as if he knows my secret. He meows and jumps down from the bed, strolling away as I set Rylee down on it. She stirs the moment I slip my arms out from under her and blinks open her eyes, gazing up at me sleepily.
“What are you doing?” she murmurs.
“Putting you to bed.” I grin, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.
She grabs my hand and pulls me to her. “Stay with me. Sleep in the bed.”
I try not to let it be too obvious just how eager I am to take her up on her offer.
“Sure,” I chuckle. “If that’s what you want.”
“Duh.” She wraps her other hand around the back of my head and pulls me down into a hungry kiss. She swipes her tongue along my lips and I open them for her. After several moments,she pulls back and holds my gaze. “Why don’t you put that mouth to good use, hmmm?”
I chuckle. Fuck, it’s hot how confident she is and how she knows what she wants. It’s clear she likes to be in control in all aspects of her life, and honestly, I’m more than willing to give it to her.
It’s kind of a natural state for me to give up control. My sisters always told me what to do growing up, and on the ice, I run the plays I’m told to and do the job expected of me. There’s something relaxing about not being the one in charge. I don’t have to guess what Rylee wants if she just tells me flat out.
We’re kind of a match made in heaven, really.
“Ok, Wildcard. Where do you want me?” I ask.
Her lips curl into a hungry smile. “I want your head between my legs and your tongue on my pussy. I want you to make me come on your face.”
And just like that, my dick is hard.
“Yes, ma’am.” I stand up and pull my shirt off before climbing up on the bed and settling between her legs. She watches me as she lounges against the pillows like a queen and I slowly pull her little shorts and panties down her legs. Holding her gaze, I lower my head to her pussy. When I swipe my tongue along her hot folds, she lets out a gasp and runs a hand through my hair.
