My fingers twitch. “And those women are safer with someone whose knee isn’t torn to shreds, so moving on…” I grit.
“Don’t get pissed at me. You’re the one who brought it up.”
“Shit, I did.” I squeeze the back of my neck. Annie being back is bringing up shit I thought I’d dealt with.
“Second. You’ve been looking at every possible avenue to get to the bottom of what your gut is telling you, but you’ve come up empty because there’s nothing to find. I’m not sure if that feeling will ever go away with her, Ben. That’s how bad you have it for her, which leads me to my last point. Why it’s her for you.”
I flip my hand out, urging him to go on so he can get it over with.
“I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if I weren’t alone with her.” He says that humorlessly so I don’t break his jaw. “She wants to be someone she’s too afraid to be. With you, she can be that person. She’s safe to let her guard down, and no joke, bro, you’re different with her, too. It’s like you’re… you.”
“You’ve been with her for a few hours, and you’ve seen us together for what, twenty minutes the other night?” I don’t know why I’m challenging him.
“That’s how obvious it is.” He clears his throat. “You’ve finally got her, Bennett. But the best part is, the only place in the world that woman wants to be is wherever you are, so you never have to worry about her leaving.”
Something in his words makes me pause. He’s not talking about Annie. He’s referring to Cassandra. “Parker…Cassie didn’t leave because of you.”
He shrugs it off. “Whatever. It’s all good. It worked out better for me and the ladies,” he adds, but it’s too late to cover up the truth. “And everything with Annie’s gonna work out for you, unless you can’t bring it home, then—”
“Now would be the time to shut up.” He laughs and pats my back as he walks away. Then I let myself into Annie’s apartment, and only when I see her does the weight of the world roll off my shoulders.
Youjealous,Blue?
Annie
Ben’s chuckle floats up to me, and I look down to see him on my couch, Joan Wick winding herself between his ankles. “I already told you no more treats.”
I stretch, then climb down and walk over to him. His hair is messy, like he’d been running his hands through it all night. His eyes are soft as they take me in, wearing another one of his hoodies. “Mornin’, Blue.”
“Morning, Ben.”
“How many of those did I leave behind?”
“Three, plus a couple of T-shirts.”
He crooks his finger. “Come here.”
I move to the couch, but as soon as I get close enough, he tugs me over so I’m straddling him. The last time I was in this position, my world fell apart. My breath hitches as he gently tucks some loose strands behind my ear and whispers, “Beautiful.”
I’m already warm with him near, but his body heat sets me on fire. I slowly raise my arms in the air, and his nostrils flare. He grabs the hem of his hoodie and starts pulling it up. Once it’s removed, he tosses it on the floor and leans back on his palms as that intense gaze of his roams down. “What are you thinking?”
“That you’re where you should be.”
I put my hands on his broad shoulders and settle into him, sucking a breath when I feel how hard he is. “What else are you thinking?”
“That I’d like to see you like this, but naked.” I roll my hips, and the cords in his neck strain. “I want you to sink down nice and slow, feel every inch. I’m thinking I’ll hold you still, full of my cock, and watch you touch yourself.” I whimper, watching his eyes flash. “When you can’t take it anymore, it’ll be my turn to play, but I’m thinking all it’ll take is my thumb before you start begging.” He sucks in air through his teeth, and his eyes get darker, and he grows thicker against me. “Then you’ll fuck me hard, and you’ll come so fast, but you won’t stop coming.”
I gasp softly at his hot, filthy words, and my hips move of their own volition. He fists my hair, I reciprocate, and we meet with an explosive kiss. I welcome his mouth, moan at his tongue stroking, and tremble when he sinks his teeth into my lip. “God.” I’m grinding against his big, hard dick, and the insides of my thighs start to tremble. He wraps his arm around my waist, forcing me still.
“Ben,” I beg, the pressure between my legs on the verge of pain. “I need to move.”
He tightens his arm to keep me in place like I’m not about to combust. “That’s what I’m thinking right now, Annie.”
“I want that, too.”
“Good, but I can’t have it, not yet…”
“What? Why?” I whine, desperately trying to get friction.
