“You made me a very lucky man the night you pulled my head out of my ass.”
“It’s my mission in life,” she whispers, some anxiety still coating the words, but amusement erases a good chunk of it.
“Yeah. It is.” I snag her hand. “You’re lucky we have plans or I’d eat you out as promised?—”
“But I’m…”
I raise a brow at her. “You’re?”
“Well, you know.” She motions at her crotch. “Messy.”
“With me.” My smirk’s 100% smug. “Get you off that way then slide back in. Fuck, you’d be so wet and?—”
“Oh, sheesh,” she warbles, knees turning molten as she slides in front of me. “Can’t we do that instead?”
Dick twitching, back in business, all-fucking-ready, I grab her hand and settle it there. “What does that tell you, Denny?” I half-taunt, watching her fingers spread as she shapes me.
“It tells me you’re oversexed.”
I snigger. “That. But what else?”
“That you’re supplementing with little blue pills.”
“Lies. What else, D?”
“That you find me attractive?” She peeps up at me as she asks. “That you like having—fuc— I mean, making…”
“Say it,” I croon. “Say it how it is.”
“Making love,” she whispers.
“Exactly.”
I’m not used to her insecurities running as rampant as this, but who the fuck am I to judge?
Some asshole didn’t post pictures of me for everyone and anyone to laugh at. All I can do is tell her that that’s bullshit, show her how beautiful she is and that no one else’s opinion matters.
“You sure you don’t want me to wear a bra?”
“If you like the idea of me dealing with a semi the whole night, keep it off.”
A gleam of mischief appears in her eyes. “You have to stay by my side the entire time. No one can think that’s for them.”
I lean into her. “You thought I was going to be anywhere else but with you?”
Her smile’s slow, faintly bashful, but more of what I’m used to with her—confident. “Just makingsure we’re on the same page.”
“We definitely are.” A final kiss to her lips and I clamber to my feet, hands outstretched for her to take as I lift her up too. “You want to do this, right, D?”
Her chin dips. “Time for Oakwood to learn that if they can be mean to me, I can be meaner.”
Be still my heart.
“Atta, girl. We got this, gorgeous.”
“Yeah, I think we might.”
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