Page 21 of Pumpkin to Talk About

Belle is there, her blue-violet eyes wide and her lips parted slightly. She’s wearing black leggings and a gray off-the-shoulder shirt that displays the top of her bluebell tattoo. Her dark hair is in a messy bun.

She’s beautiful. I have to clench my fists at my sides to keep from grabbing her and pulling her to me.

“Indy,” she says, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“This is stupid,” I blurt out, suddenly regretting not preparing something to say on my way over here. “I want to see you. And, I was thinking, if you want to see me, then we should. See each other, I mean.” Not the most eloquent, but it’ll have to do.

“Okay,” she says simply.

“Okay?”

She shrugs her tattooed shoulder. “You’re right. We’re adults who enjoy each other’s company. Let’s… enjoy each other’s company.”

I have no idea what I expected, but there’s a giddy feeling rising in my chest, and now I don’t know what to do. Luckily, Belle chuckles and grabs the front of my t-shirt to pull me inside. She slams the door shut as she spins to face me, her back to it. I don’t waste any time, claiming her lips with mine and pressing her against the wood. She arches into me as I circle my hands around her waist.

“I didn’t come here only for sex,” I say. It seems like an important thing to clarify.

“I know.” She bites my bottom lip, and I groan. “But I’m good with having it if you are.”

“Fuck yes,” I practically growl as I lift her shirt over her head. She raises her arms to help me, then does the same. As she drags her nails over the ridges and valleys of my abdomen, I take in the sight in front of me. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and with her breasts and tattooed shoulder on display, I’m helpless to do anything but worship her.

“We need to move,” she says, her gaze meeting mine. Her eyes are dark with desire, and it’s a heady feeling, knowing she wants me. “I don’t need my neighbors hearing all the sounds you’re going to make.”

“The sounds I’m going to make?”

She rolls her lips together against a smile. “Mmm-hmm.”

I tick up an eyebrow. “Okay then.” Bending over, I grab her behind her thighs and throw her over my shoulder. “Where to?”

Her laughter echoes off the walls of the entryway. Whatever happens at the end of this week, I hope I never forget that sound.

“Bed,” she commands.

“Yes ma’am,” I respond in my best Texan drawl as I carry her to the bedroom.

“Oh, I could get used to that,” she teases.

I kick open her bedroom door and throw her on the bed. She squeals as her back hits the soft mattress. Her smile is contagious; I can feel mine responding to it. Fun. This is fun. Even if that’s all it is, I can live with that. Right?

Looping my fingers under the waistband of her leggings, I shimmy them off over her hips and throw them to the floor. My dick hardens further when I realize she’s not wearing panties, either.

“Woman, do you not own underwear?”

“I was just lounging in my own house, minding my business, when you showed up out of the blue.”

“Do you always lounge without panties?” I can’t tell if that note in my voice is incredulous or hopeful.

Belle smirks up at me. “Maybe,” she say coyly. “Now, strip. Fair’s fair.”

I can’t argue with that, so I drop my pants and boxers. My hands land on her inner thighs, and she widens her legs easily for me. “Let’s see who makes what noises, shall we?” I say before I sprawl myself out on the bed in front of her and lick up her center.

She tastes even better than I imagined, and when she collapses fully back onto the bed with a deep moan, I hum, satisfied. Her hips buck a few times into my face, and I fist my cock, pumping in time with her movements.

“Shit,” she chokes out breathlessly. “Right there.”

I use my tongue to circle her clit, then plunge it deep inside her. I’m rewarded with more whimpers as her hips move wildly.

“Oh. Mike, I’m going to—” She’s cut off by the force of her own orgasm. Her body shakes, and her walls clench and unclench around me. I lap up her arousal, drawing out her pleasure as much as I can, until she relaxes into the bed.