“Damn, I gotta be on my Boy Scout promise to hear your middle name?”
“Yes. Now, hold up your hand.”
He raised it obediently.
“Say, I promise never to repeat.”
“I promise never to repeat.”
“What Wyndi is about to tell me.”
“What Wyndi is about to tell me.”
I momentarily covered my face with my hands. When I took them down, I said, “My middle name is Fairy.”
“Fairy?” His expression was one of confusion. “Was your mother a teenager when she had you?”
The way the laughter tumbled out of my mouth caused me to snort. That set Kaynaan off, too.
“No, my mother was not a teenager when she had me,” I said when I was finally able to regain control of myself.
His hands went up in surrender. “Look, I was just asking. It’s not every day that you hear of somebody named Fairy.”
“I know. That’s so bad. Wyndsor Fairy Castle. Sounds like a place, not a person.”
“I like it.”
I shook my head. “You don’t.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I like you.”
“You say sweet things.” Since I was in his arms, I tilted my head back and puckered my lips so he could give me a quick kiss. Except that wasn’t what he did.
He pressed his lips to mine with purpose. His tongue found its way inside my mouth and probed mine. I melted into the way his hands instinctually found the most sensitive areas on my body to touch and glide over.
He broke the kiss to ask, “This okay?”
“Best date ever.” I moaned against his lips.
“Can I take this off?” His fingers were at the hem on my sleep shirt.
“Uh-huh,” I intoned as I helped him lift my top and toss it away. I wasn’t wearing a bra. Craving skin-to-skin contact, I pressed myself forward so that our chests touched.
He laid me down, my back flat against the mattress as he positioned himself between my legs, kissing me deeply and reverently. My fingers traveled over the muscular ridges and bumps of his body. The evidence of his arousal rubbed against the seat of my sleep shorts, causing friction that was both torturous and tantalizing.
I shouldn’t be so horny, I thought to myself. But there I was, panting and on fire at the thought of Kaynaan penetrating me with what I could feel was a very sizable piece of equipment.
“Can I take these shorts off?” His question was able to make its way through the lust-induced fog that clouded my head and my better judgment.
“Yes, and get a condom,” I instructed. I had spent the summer fucking on his rival teammate, and now I was about to fuck him. I just hoped that since I was out here acting like a slut that he made sure to slut me out the way I deserved.
