Still, hers seemed like the best one I’d ever encountered.
“Neil, are you listening to me?” Tinkerbell shot me a look. I didn’t answer because, by then, my attention had shifted to her bare legs, left exposed underneath one of my sweatshirts. It was enormous on her. She didn’t even bother asking my permission to wear them anymore; she just knew that she could and that she was the only woman besides my sister who’d ever had that privilege.
“No. You know, trying to have a conversation with me while half-naked is never going to be productive.” I continued to size her up like a predator lying in wait. She shook her head in amusement, and her auburn hair swayed back and forth at the base of her spine. I was reminded of the moment last night when I wrapped that hair around my fist as I thrust into her from behind. I shifted on the stool, irritated.
A giant hard-on in tight jeans was one of the worst inconveniences that could befall a man.
“I was talking about graduation. Don’t you think you should do something to mark the occasion? Maybe a party? And what about after that? Do youhave plans?” Selene looked radiant, sounding like she was the one who had graduated instead of me. She was prouder of me than my own mother was.
She grabbed two plates and deposited the scrambled eggs on them before picking out some clean silverware and walking over to me.
“You must be hungry, Tigress. Guess fucking really takes it out of you,” I said, trying to redirect the conversation to something more comfortable. I didn’t want to talk about the future with her. I didn’t like lying to her so the only thing I could do was refuse to answer. Not answering wasn’t lying; it was just omitting details that I’d address later at the appropriate time.
“Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to dodge my questions?” she asked suspiciously, handing me one of the plates. Selene had gotten eerily good at understanding me even when I didn’t say a word. All she had to do was look deep into my eyes and read the silent language of my body, and I’d find myself absolutely fucked.
“You get that feeling because I don’t really want to think about that stuff yet,” I said. It was a plausible enough excuse. Selene just cocked a doubtful eyebrow.
“Neil, we both know you’re not just going to hang around the pool house indefinitely. Don’t try to tell me you haven’t got plans.” She went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of orange juice before bringing it back to me.
“Then let’s just say I want to firm them up a little before I talk about them.” I ceded some ground, trying to silence the voice of my conscience that urged me to just tell her about the internship in Chicago and Megan.
“What about that guy? Professor Robbins or something?” She bounced on her stool like a little kid, and as I stared at her, I couldn’t help but think about how funny she was sometimes.
“Robinson. Professor Robinson,” I answered, and she nodded as she poured the orange juice into glasses for us.
“Yeah, him. You said he wanted to meet with you about something. What was it?” she asked, and fortunately I hadn’t put any eggs in my mouth by that point, or I would have choked on them.
Over the course of our “relationship,” I had told Selene some details about my studies, including my final project with Robinson and ourmeeting. At one point, I’d even gotten quite close to telling her the truth about my conversations with Judith, but I pulled back because I knew Selene. She had a stubborn streak and could be rebellious, and I didn’t want her fighting with her mother. Ms. Martin agreed to accept our quasi-relationship only because she knew it was temporary and that I would keep my word.
“It was nothing,” I said, underplaying it. “He just wanted to compliment me on being one of the best students in the course,” I lied. Well, it wasn’t a total lie, but neither was it what Professor Robinson and I had actually talked about the last time I saw him in person. On that occasion, he’d shaken my hand and told me that I’d made the right decision accepting the internship.
“Wow, I didn’t know you were such a nerd…” Selene teased me as she scooped up her first forkful of eggs.
“Because I’m not,” I shot back, giving her a dirty look.
“Okay, don’t get your panties in a twist, Mr. Disaster.” She gave me a sweet smile, which I did not return. I forked up a little bit of eggs and tasted them, hoping they were more edible than the charred toast. Selene watched me uncomfortably the whole time I chewed.
“Uh…how do you like it?” she asked. I looked deep into her eyes, and Babygirl chewed her lip uncertainly. In that moment, it occurred to me just how vitally important my judgment was to her because, when it came to me, she valued everything.
“They’re edible… I’ve known for a while now that you’re not exactly a chef,” I answered easily with typical nonchalance, but I tamped down a smile of amusement, hoping to bug her a little. She arranged her lips into a pout and then cleared her throat awkwardly and immediately poured more OJ into her glass.
“Always gotta be an asshole,” she grumbled under her breath, but I still heard her loud and clear. Then she turned back to her eggs and ignored me with a miffed look on her face.
And that was adorable too.
“Come here.” I patted my knee invitingly. She raised her eyes up from her plate and looked hesitantly at me, thinking it over. “Come on, Tinkerbell.You know I hate to wait,” I chided her, and she got slowly to her feet, dabbing her lips with a paper towel. She walked around the kitchen island and perched on my leg. Automatically, I rested a hand on her exposed thigh and kissed her neck, feeling her quiver against me. Like always, she smelled of coconut. I held still and breathed in her smell, trying to banish all the dark thoughts from my head. “Eggs are fine, but I’d rather have my breakfast between your legs,” I said in a seductive whisper as I felt her move against my thigh, wriggling.
“You should…” She swallowed and cleared her throat, trying to maintain some composure. Oh, did she think I was joking?
“Yeah, I really should, Babygirl…” I grabbed her hips abruptly and sat her down on the kitchen island. She let out a surprised gasp. I swept the plates off the island and urged her to lie back. I didn’t give her any time to process what was happening before I’d flung up her sweatshirt and yanked down her panties. She let out a little excited cry when I threw them onto the floor behind us. I slipped my head between her thighs and began licking her little by little, just as I had fantasized about before.
She arched her back and pressed her knees together to hold me more tightly against her. I found her already slick and puffy. Babygirl was just as turned on as I was. I focused on winding her up, circling her clit with my tongue before moving down to ratchet up the shocking sensations that had her trembling uncontrollably.
She moaned my name repeatedly, lost in a whirlwind of pleasure.
She clung to me like we were one being.
I was her drug.
