I grab her hand in mine and lead her up the stairs.
“Did you lose a bet?” Maggie says as soon as we walk into my room. “This room is the size of a postage stamp.”
“Basically, yeah,” I say and walk over to my desk and turn on the string of white LED lights I have coiled around the window frame. It’s not exactly romantic, but it’s better than the night table light which is a bulb with no shade. “This coming from a girl who lives in a pig pen.”
“Not my room and you know it,” she responds defensively.
“But I did notice a bunch of flower pots and boxes with nothing but mud in them out on your balcony,” I say, looking for anything that might counter the hobbit hole I live in. “For a farmer you sure can’t grow flowers.”
“That’s your fault. I had my uncle go and raid my beautiful and lush container garden when you had the dunk tank at the market, so we could give away flowers with each purchase as an incentive,” she tells me and looks positively bereft for a second. I can’t believe she did that and I feel guilty until she adds, “Now every time I stare out at those empty containers I curse your family name.”
“Great.” I roll my eyes. “Because the Adlers need more bad luck.”
“You can’t even stand up in here unless you’re standing right in the middle of the room.” Maggie turns the conversation back to my bedroom as she tries to walk around without bending her head down and fails.
“It’s cozy to say the least, but it’s got everything we need.”
I shift my gaze to the queen size mattress on a frame I made from old wood pallets, and wiggle my eyebrows when I look at her again. She laughs and tries to cover her blush with her hands but I gently pull them away and pull her to me. I kiss the side of her neck and feel her melt against me. Then I walk her backward until she hits the mattress with her calves. She drops back onto it, and I climb on top of her without waiting for an invitation. She doesn’t seem to mind. She snakes her hands into my hair and pulls my mouth to hers.
We spend the next fifteen minutes making out and taking turns removing each other’s clothing until I’m in only my boxer briefs and she’s in just her jeans and underwear. And even though this is our third time together—in relatively quick succession—I’m amazed that my drive hasn’t slowed. There’s still this overpowering, urgent need for her that I had in the barn. After we’ve explored with fingers and mouths and tongues until the brink of bliss—repeatedly, but neither of us letting the other reach the final buzzer—I pull back from her. It’s been twenty minutes of competitive foreplay and I have the endurance for more despite the fact my cock is ready to kill me, but the guys will be showing up as soon as the movie is over, and I don’t want her to get caught here. So I pull my mouth from her.
I look down at her in the dim light. She looks like a freaking angel, pale and pink in all the right places as she’s laid out naked on my bed. She doesn’t notice me admiring her because she’s busy admiring me as I reach, naked, for the condoms in the night table drawer. She watches, holding her breath, as I carefully roll the condom on. She sits up snaking a hand around my neck and bringing her lips to my collarbone. “Can I ride you?”
“You can do whatever you want to me,” I reply in a voice dripping with lust.
Thirty seconds later my perfect, flushed little firecracker is sliding up and down on my cock, back arched so her perfect breasts are pressed into my palms and her left hand is snaking down her belly to her clit. Pleasure wants my eyes to roll back in my head and my lids to close, but my brain is fighting the urge because I don’t want to miss a second of Maggie touching herself while she rides me.
“You’re horrible for my stamina,” I say through gulping breathes. “You make me want to go off too soon.”
She smiles and clenches around me—hard. I groan so loud the neighbors might file a noise complaint. I sit up, holding myself up with one hand while I grab the back of her neck with the other and pull her into a hungry kiss. By the end of it she’s whimpering into my mouth and coming around my dick so hard I can’t help but join her.
I fall back, taking her with me and wrap my arms around her holding her to my chest as my heart tries to figure out what a normal rhythm is again. She nuzzles against my neck and sighs contentedly. “We’re getting good at this.”
I smirk. “True. I don’t want to stop practicing though.”
She giggles.
A couple minutes later I gently slide out of her and grab my shower towel off the hook on the back of my door and head to the bathroom a floor down to clean up. When I get back to my room, she’s holding the sheets around her chest with one hand as she reaches over the side of the bed with the other to grab her clothes.
“You know you don’t have to leave right away.”
“What if your teammates come back?”
“We’ve got a little more time,” I say as I drop my towel onto the floor and crawl back onto the bed between Maggie and the wall and lie down. I pat the space between us. “Lie back for a second and just enjoy the moment.”
She falls back onto the bed. I move closer to her and she rolls over and rests her head on my shoulder so I curl my arm around her. It feels great to hold her like this. Really great. I press a soft kiss to the top of her head, breathing in that citrusy warm smell of her hair. “This feels good.”
“It does.” She takes a long slow breath in and lets it out. “I’m exhausted.”
“So am I. I’ve had a long week so far, and it’s just going to get longer,” I murmur. “I have hockey practice tomorrow and I have to swing by the farm after class and I have a gig at my other job tomorrow night. Third one this week, which is great money-wise but sucks in every other respect.”
“Did Alisha know about your job?” Maggie asks as she traces random designs across my bare chest with the tip of her finger.
“I hadn’t actually started working there yet when we were together,” I explain and close my eyes, enjoying the shiver her trailing finger is creating. “I had just heard about the company and was thinking about applying. I knew though that if I did go for it, I would never tell her.”
Maggie is silent for a couple minutes, her finger still moving languidly. I think she might be writing something but I can’t make it out. Finally she says in a somber tone. “I’m sorry she cheated on you. Especially while you were already dealing with so much.”
“I’m not sorry,” I reply quickly. “I guess I was at the time, but it was a blessing in disguise. She would have done it eventually, so I’m glad it happened early on before I was more…invested in the relationship.”
