With her, it felt right. It felt likeheaven.
I couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t fuck her deep enough. Hooking Shea’s legs over my shoulders, I gripped her waist, driving into her again and again. Watching the pleasure cloud her eyes and melt the stress away.
She hooked her fingers into my dog tags and yanked me down to her. Our mouths crashed together in a sloppy, desperate kiss, devouring each other.
“Harder.” Shea grazed my lower lip with her teeth, an animalistic edge to her command. “Make me forget my own name.”
“On your stomach then,” I replied.
Shea rolled over, hugging a pillow to her chest. I trailed my knuckles down her spine, tracing the line of dragonfly wings. I followed the curve of her ass with an appreciative squeeze. Covering Shea’s body with mine, I pressed my lips to her neck as I thrust in again, filling her.
“Holy fuck,” she moaned, shuddering from head to toe. “God, that feelsso good.”
Within seconds, we were a breathless, writhing mess. Shea reached back and fisted her hand in my hair with a sharp tug. I snapped my hips, driving into her like a man possessed. The sweet sounds she made spurred me on even more. And the grip of her velvety pussy sucking me deeper wiped all coherent thought from my mind, until my only thought wasShea, Shea, Shea.
She shattered with a wrecked sound, muffled into the couch. I sank my teeth into her shoulder, breathing her in, chasing my own release. She squirmed beneath me, pushing back to meet my thrusts.
I buried my face in Shea’s neck as I came, fighting to get one last stroke in before I sagged against her. Neither of us moved for a while, breathing hard, limp with satisfaction. I swept my palm down her side, mapping warm skin and ink.
Shea took my hand by the wrist and tugged my arm around her, shifting onto her side until we were spooning. My cock was still buried inside her for now, growing softer by the second. I wasn’t looking forward to slipping out of her, losing her heat.
“You know,” Shea said at last, breaking the silence. “You should have told me that you had a magic cock. We could have done this sooner.”
I laughed, squeezing her tighter against me.
“If those words ever left my mouth, you would have knocked my lights out for being an insufferable prick.”
She smiled, drawing absent patterns on my forearm.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
I nuzzled at Shea’s ear, slowly pulsing my hips into her sopping wet pussy. We were a sticky mess.
“I’d be willing to remind you in the future though,” I said.
She didn’t reply right away and a heartbeat of silence lingered in the air.
What would the future bring for us? Did she want to stayjust friends? Or did this change things between us?
I didn’t have the answers, and it seemed Shea didn’t either. She retrieved the duvet from the floor and draped it around us. Then she nestled deeper into my embrace and sighed.
Within seconds, her breathing was steady and slow as she drifted off to sleep. I kissed her bare shoulder and closed my eyes, trying to commit everything about this moment to memory.
The future could wait until the morning.
Chapter seven
Shea
I stifled a yawn as I shuffled into the kitchen, tugging Trooper’s T-shirt over my head. The fabric was soft against my skin, and it smelled like him—a hint of whiskey, with sharp citrus soap, and earthy leather. My muscles were pleasantly sore from last night and I smiled to myself at the memory. I couldn’t remember the last time someone made me come that hard.
But there was no doubt that it would change things between us. Trooper made it clear from day one that long term relationships weren’t his thing. This wasn’t going to end in happily ever after and I had to keep my expectations in check.
Friends with benefits might suit us better. I wouldn’t be opposed to that. The tricky part would be making sure I didn’t get too attached.
After starting the coffee maker, I grabbed a box of leftover pizza from the refrigerator and settled at the kitchen table. I found a stray ballpoint pen and started doodling designs on the inside of the pizza box lid out of habit.
Ever since I was a kid, I always doodled on everything without even realizing what I was doing half the time. It was just an instinct or a nervous tic. It cleared my head and helped me to think better.
