He snorts. “I didn’t come this hard until you.”
“Shut up. You don’t have to say that,” I grouse, tugging his hair for good measure.
“I’m not lying! I feel like my cock’s about to drop off, I come so hard with you.”
“You romantic, you,” I say with a laugh, pulsing the exhausted muscles of my pussy around him because that wasn’t a half-bad save.
“Hey, I lasted more than two minutes so I’m taking it as a win.”
I clench down on him again. “It’s my mission in life to make you blow your load fast and furious.”
“You do that without even trying. You are so sexy, gorgeous.”
“You make me sexy,” I say shyly.
“You were confident before?—”
“Yes, I was,” I agree, whimpering when he presses his lips to mine. “But there’s nothing like being pounded into a bed, a wall, a door, or the floor while this hot jock tells me I’m perfect.”
His grin’s dopey. “I only speak the truth.”
“I know.” I press a gentler peck to his lips.
Mid-kiss, his hands grab my ass as he tugs me away from the door and, together, we stagger into the living room.
When he falls back on the couch, I bounce a little, and because his dick doesn’t get soft after we’ve had sex, the movement triggers a flood of sensation that I’m too exhausted to be feeling right now.
It’s my turn to rest my head on his shoulder, and when he strokes his hand up and down my back, I cuddle into him.
I rub my lip over his collarbone. “I’m sorry you lost.”
“Me too. You watch me get a call from… Fuck this. I don’t want to talk about him while you’re sitting on my dick.”
“You’ll see him this week.”
When Allan Bradley found out we weren’t going to my father’s for Thanksgiving, he emailed Zach and told him to expect a visit.
Apparently, Allan was going to be one of my dad’s guests…
Guests. Plural.
I’msoglad that we’re skipping that meal.
I’ve never liked Zach’s dad, and ever since he mentioned, randomly, that he was super controlling, my mind keeps drifting back to the weirdest stuff I remember as a kid.
Like how happy Jo was when Allan moved back to Canada.
Like how their arrangement was super informal… Had he refused to divorce her?
Whatever the reason for their weird relationship status at the time of her death, the last thing I want is to share a table with him.
“I doubt it.”
“What do you mean?”
“When does Allan ever go out of his way for me?”
I blink. Cringe.
