It’s not that I’m worried she’d be interested in him or that he could steal her from me, my problem is that I don’t get to do the same thing with her.
I count the minutes, debating with myself what an acceptable amount of time is before I leave her brother to follow her home.
Once Eve begins sending me sexy selfies of her waiting for me, missing a different article of clothing in each photo, I’m done. She doesn’t get down to her bra before I let her know I’m on my way.
“I’m beat. I’ll see you later, man.”
“What? I thought we were hanging out,” Benson protests. “You’re always running off on me lately. What’s the deal, are you seeing someone?”
My gut clenches. “No.”
“Have one more drink.”
“I see your mug at dinner with your family twice a week, minimum.” I cover his face with a laugh and give him a light shove. “You’ll live.”
Once my tab is paid, he messes with me by trying to wrestle before I leave. I snort, winning by going for the spot he’s ticklish. It always worked when we’d screw around in the locker room before practice and games. He howls, pushing off me.
“Still can’t beat me,” I joke.
“Cold, brother. Cold!”
He clutches his side, calling after me without any heat. I wave without looking back.
It only takes me five minutes to drive home instead of the usual ten.
She’s waiting for me when I come through the door, leaning enticingly in the hall a few feet out of reach in only a bra and panties.
“Finally,” she sasses.
“I had to get away from your brother first,” I mutter, more focused on drinking in the sight of her.
I toss my keys at the bowl she made for the table near the entrance, missing by a mile. They drop to the floor. We both ignore them.
“You win, so you get anything you want.”
“Easy. You’re what I want. Just you.”
She tilts her head. “I thought you said you’d make it worth my while if I left?”
I’m a fucking goner whenever she does the cute little head tilt. There’s too much I want at once.
Keeping myself planted in place, I reach behind my head to tug my shirt off. Her eyes brim with desire, admiring my physique. I drop it, gaze locked on her.
“I’m a man of my word, sweetheart. Come here.”
She bolts at me with a giggle, jumping up. I catch her, mouth descending on hers as I press her back to the wall. My fingers dig into her thighs and a groan tears from me as she writhes.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” she says between kisses.
“Let’s fix that.”
I carry her through the apartment, kicking the bedroom door wider. When I toss her, she bounces on the mattress. She ditches her bra while I flick the button open on my jeans, shoving them down with my boxers in one go. My gaze rakes over her as I stroke my cock.
“You can do anything you want with me.” Her fingertips run over her body enticingly. “You can kneel over me and fuck my mouth. Flip me over and fill my pussy. Use me.”
Jesus. My grip tightens around the base of my dick to ride out the heat.
“Don’t move. I know exactly what I want first.”
