I'll Make You Mine

by Gia Riley

  Dylan’s still smiling, but the grin slips off his face as soon as he grabs my hips and hoists me onto the vanity. I wrap my legs around his back and press myself against his hard-on. His eyes almost roll back in his head, but he does his best to keep looking at me.

  “You keep doing that and I will take you back to bed. I’ll strip your tight little pants off and make you scream.”

  My eyes have never been wider. Boyfriend Dylan is hot. “You want to sex again that bad?”

  “I love the way you make a noun a verb,” he says.

  “Don’t make fun of me, Dylan. I told you I’m not good at this.”

  “Baby, I’m not making fun of you. I want to be inside you so bad my dick aches. But you’re not ready for that. You’re hung up on some silly leg hairs.”

  “We can do it.”

  “I know we can, Zo. But this isn’t about what I want. It’s about making you comfortable.” My eyes dart around the bathroom. How am I supposed to be comfortable sitting next to the sink with him pressed up against me?

  I want us relaxed, too, but the bathroom is far too personal of a place for that to happen.

  Like Dylan can read my mind, he cups my cheek and runs the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. I’m not trying to drive him mad, but I suck the tip of his finger into my mouth.

  “Jesus Christ,” he groans. “You need to get in that shower. Now.”

  Before I can blink, my shirt’s up and over my head. My unclasped bra falls into the sink, and Dylan’s warm mouth wraps around a nipple. I almost forgot how good his mouth feels on me.

  He licks and sucks his way from one side to the other, all while I dig my nails into his scalp and pull at his hair. If I’m not careful, I’ll give him a headache.

  Dylan kisses me one more time and then picks me up and sets me in the shower. Before he pulls the shower curtain closed, he says, “Shower. Shave. Do whatever you need to do.”

  “W-what?” How he found enough self-control to stop, I have no idea. But I’m not about to ask him. That’ll waste precious time.

  “Hurry, baby. I’ll wait here. Do your thing.”

  “You’re waiting for me to shave?”

  He pulls the curtain back and I’m still standing the way he left me. “Zo, I just need you to hurry. Because when I’m inside you again, I want you focused on how good we are. Nothing else. And I can’t wait much longer.”

  “Oh,” I say for the third embarrassing time. How many times will he reduce me to such a pointless response?

  He glances at my naked chest and his resolve starts to crumble. He pulls me closer and kisses a path from my collarbone to my earlobe. My back arches until I’m pressed against him, begging for more.

  The first little moan that escapes takes me by surprise and my entire body stiffens.

  “It’s okay, I like hearing you,” he whispers in my ear.

  “You said the second time is like the first, right?” As usual, I can’t shut my brain off.

  “In theory—same parts. Same places.”

  “But not in reality?”

  “This time it’ll be better, because you’re mine now, Zo.”

  “You always say the right things when I can never figure out what to say at all.”

  “Say what you feel. That’s all I want.”

  “Do you think it’ll always be a little awkward because of my brain?”

  “Probably,” he admits with a little laugh.

  “And you’re okay with that?” I need to be sure.

  “Baby, I love awkward more than you know. It’s us. It’s who we are.”

  I don’t want Dylan to let me go, but he runs his hands down my back until they’re resting on my hips. He goes no further. “Do your thing and come back to bed,” he says.

  “Okay. Give me ten minutes.”

  I’m so glad he’s not staying. With my level of klutziness, I’d be so worried he was watching, I’d cut myself, bleeding to death before I ever got to experience round two.

  Just to make sure he’s really going back to bed, I peek my head out and watch as Dylan walks out of the bathroom backward, cheating me out of one of my favorite views. I love seeing his face when he enters a room, but it’s even more fun when he’s going in the opposite direction.

  Who knew I was an ass girl?

  Dylan

  “Wait,” Zoe says as I slowly back out of the bathroom. “Use my bed. We’ve already done it in yours.”

  This is what I’ve always wanted, but standing here, looking at my girl as she peeks around the shower curtain, can only be described as surreal. She could tell me to stand on my head naked and I’d do it. “Anything else?”

  She thinks about it for a second and then shakes her head. “No, I’m just going to shave now.”

  The curtain closes and I chuckle. She’s so flustered it’s comical. But I get it. I never thought we’d get here either. Me stripping down to my boxer briefs. Her naked and soapy, about to have sex with me.

  Zoe’s no longer my obsession. She’s my fucking girlfriend.

  And knowing she’s coming straight from the shower with all those little water droplets on her skin, I dive headfirst onto the bed like an Olympian. I botch the entry, and my forehead smacks into one of the hardbound notebooks she’s always scribbling in.

  I shouldn’t look at what’s inside. I should respect her privacy.

  But I’m almost positive this is the same notebook she had pressed against her chest yesterday. The one she didn’t want me to see no matter how hard I tried to get a look. All it takes is one glance at the tiny hearts drawn around the edges of the paper to see Zoe was lying. Unless I’ve become a homework assignment, this has nothing to do with school.

  Scanning both sides of the best pros and cons list I’ve ever seen, I come to the conclusion that Zoe’s had feelings for me longer than I thought. She’s also petrified of losing me, just like she’s admitted to.

  Seeing her concerns mapped out in black and white makes me realize just how scared she really is. I should’ve noticed the signs sooner, should’ve helped ease her mind. Maybe if I had, we could have avoided all the waiting and gotten to this point a hell of a lot sooner.

  From the looks of it, the pros of being with me far outweigh the cons. And I wonder if we’d have happened regardless of how last night went down. But I’m not stupid. Letty almost ruined us before we ever got started.

  When I hear the bathroom door open, I shove the notebook between the headboard and mattress, deciding to keep her list a secret, because there’s no going back.

  We’re doing this.

  “Dylan?”

  “Yeah?” I lift my head off the pillow and turn toward the doorway where Zoe’s standing with only a towel wrapped around her. Her hair’s hanging around her shoulders, and with the way the light from the hallway is shining behind her, she looks like a damn angel.

  “Come’ere, Zo.”

  “I should put clothes on,” she says as she walks toward me. From the tone of her voice, that’s the last thing she wants.

  “Don’t bother. I’ll just take them off.”

  Standing next to the bed, her eyes search mine. I can tell she’s trying to figure out what I want her to do. This isn’t a play. There’s no script and there aren’t any rules. We create the story as we go.

  Her delicate fingers are clutching the towel, and I resist the urge to yank it off of her. Instead, I leave it on and pull her body on top of mine. “You smell like vanilla. Do you feel better?”

  “Much. But if this is going to be a daily thing, I’ll stop being so lazy in the morning.”

  “What? Cuddling?”

  “No,” she says as she worries her lip between her teeth. “I know you want more than that.”

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  She places a soft kiss on my chest as I play with the ends of her hair. “Being with you is a good thing, Dylan.”

  “You’re sure?”

  Nodding, she says, “I feel a little gui
lty, though.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I feel like it took a threat to make me realize how much I wanted you. Letty made me so crazy. She wouldn’t stop touching you, and if she sat any closer, she’d have been on your lap. That’s why I ran out the door. I couldn’t breathe.”

  We’re not playing the blame game, but if anyone deserves to have a finger pointed at them, it’s me. I knew Letty was too close. I knew she was flirting with me, and I did nothing to stop her. Because I didn’t open my mouth, my girl sat outside in the cold. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be. It’s over and done with. I’m not jealous anymore.”

  “Never doubt how much I want you, okay?”

  Smiling, she says, “Okay.” And then she surprises the shit out of me and straddles my hips.

  The purple bath towel leaves her legs exposed and her warmth close. She digs her feet into the mattress until she’s standing above me. The view’s good, but when she untucks the towel from underneath her arm and lets it fall on top of my face, I can’t get it out of the way fast enough.

  Nobody has ever stood above me completely naked, waiting to be touched. For a minute I wonder if she’s still a little drunk because this isn’t the shy girl I’m so used to. She doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me.

  Without having to be told, she lowers herself until she’s straddling me again. “You can touch me now, Dylan.”

  I can’t stop staring and she mistakes my hesitation for disinterest. Her confidence cracks and she covers her amazing tits with her hands. “Don’t,” I tell her.

  “You’re looking at me weird. What are you thinking?”

  “That you gave me one hell of a show. You’re beautiful, Zo.”

  “What else?”

  “Why do you think there’s more?”

  “Because I told you to touch me and you didn’t. This is weird for you, isn’t it?”

  Before she can even try to move, I grab her by the hips and keep her exactly where she is. I’m sure she can feel my erection digging in her ass, but I don’t care. She needs to feel what she does to me. That I don’t even have to touch her to be affected.

  “Zoe, this isn’t weird at all. But I’d scare you if I told you all the thoughts in my head.”

  “So they’re good? Not bad?”

  “They’re fucking incredible.”

  “Maybe you can show me what you’re thinking—if it’s easier.”

  I’d love to show her, especially when she shifts her hips and rubs against me in the perfect spot. “Shit, baby.”

  She takes my hands and places them over her hard nipples. For a second neither of us flinch. I don’t rush her or pretend for a second I’m expecting something more. And she doesn’t force something for the sake of making it happen. I stroke her nipples, rolling them between my fingers just the way she likes, and she rocks her hips to the rhythm.

  “Dylan, can I ask you something?”

  “You can ask me anything.”

  She swallows and blinks a couple times. When she gathers enough courage, she says, “Have you tried everything already?”

  “Define everything.”

  “Like, all the positions? And all the touching.”

  “I’ve done some touching and a few positions.” But I haven’t done as much as she thinks. Not by a longshot.

  “So, not everything then?”

  “No, Zoe. You give me too much credit. Until now, I’ve been a pretty standard guy.”

  She seems okay with the fact that I have experience, but it’s not something I want to dwell on. I was with other girls because I needed to forget Zoe.

  It never worked, and the guilt of what I’d done always ate away at me. But I’m human and sometimes I made bad choices when I was feeling low. I’m not proud of those moments and that’s why I’d like to think I’ve saved my best for Zoe.

  She looks so hopeful when she says, “You wouldn’t mind exploring a new way with me, would you?”

  I have to kiss her before I can respond. “I want all the ways with you, obviously not in one day because I like the ability to walk too much. But we have all the time in the world now. It’s me and you, Zo.”

  She must like my answer because she gives me a shy smile. “When you say those things, it makes me feel weird inside.”

  “Good weird or bad weird?”

  “My stomach does this flippy thing, and it keeps happening. From my stomach to my throat. But it’s a good feeling. It’s not like reflux or anything.”

  “I’m glad I don’t give you reflux,” I tell her with a laugh. Leave it to Zoe to use medical references to make a point.

  She nods her head, smiling wider. “Agreed. I hate antacid tablets. It’s like eating a piece of chalk.”

  Conversations like these are why nothing will ever change between us. Zoe is who she is, no matter what we are. “Kiss me, Doc.”

  “You always loved my doctor talk,” she says as she leans in and licks the seam of my lips. Now I’m the one who’s dealing with some non-reflux-like symptoms. The only time I’ve heard her moan this loud is when she’s eating soup.

  God, I hope I’m better than soup.

  I could lie here kissing Zoe for the rest of the night, but when she squirms around on top of me, I know she needs more than a kiss. “Tell me what you want, Zo. I’ll make you feel good.”

  She thinks about it for a second and I expect a few questions. Her request is simple. “I want to do something you’ve never done. Something that’s just ours.”

  “Okay, anything specific in mind?”

  “Well, there’s this book. Keely gave it to me for my birthday. It’s kind of wild.”

  I had no idea she read steamy romance novels, but if it’s something she wants to try, I’ll do my best to recreate it with her. “Tell me about it or show me in the book.”

  Her face lights up and she climbs off me, hurrying over to the bookshelf. Expecting her to grab the book and get back in bed, I’m a little surprised when she climbs up two shelves and stretches her arm all the way to the top of the bookcase. “It’s here somewhere.”

  “Jesus, Zo, be careful up there.”

  “I do this all the time, I won’t fall. Which is a good thing since I’m naked. Shit, can you see my butt?”

  “Well, yeah, you’re not wearing any clothes.”

  It’s not lit up in here because of her curtains, but it’s still daytime, and not as dark as it’ll get later. I can see everything. “Do you need help?”

  “No, I’ll get it.” Brushing her palm over the wood, she knocks it closer. I jump up when she yelps, thinking she’s about to fall, but she says, “Got it!”

  Once she’s back in bed, I have to ask, “Why wasn’t the book on the shelf with the others?”

  “Because I’d have died if you saw it.”

  “It’s that bad?”

  “See for yourself.”

  Once the book’s in my hands, I don’t know what to say. It’s not the romance novel I was expecting. “You’re serious? Keely bought you a Kama Sutra book?”

  “You know my sister. She loves giving me embarrassing stuff I can’t use. You remember the condom debacle.”

  I flip through the pages noticing little markings. There’s some color-coded system. “Did you look at every page?”

  “I did. Think of it as a stop light. I picked things I’d do, things I wouldn’t do, and ones I’m curious enough to try. So, the little red tabs are like stop signs—off limits. The yellow means proceed with caution. I’ll try, but I’m a little nervous about it. The green tabs are the ones I want to do first. The ones that worry me the least.”

  For a minute, I imagine Zoe lying in her bed looking at sex positions while I’m on the other side of the wall, picturing her in those positions. It doesn’t seem fair.

  A red tab jumps out at me. Since those are off limits, I need to look at them first. It’s adventurous enough that I flip the book upside down, questioning how anyone could find pleasure in such an awkward
position.

  The second red tab isn’t much better, and I’m thankful we seem to be on the same page when it comes to sex.

  The first yellow tab isn’t what I’m expecting either. It’s on the daring side, with limbs up in the air and parts in places they probably shouldn’t be. But like my girl, I’m a little curious if it’s not only possible, but enjoyable. Not that it matters. There’s a bunch of green tabs to work through first.

  “What do you think?” she questions when I keep turning the pages, soaking up more information and gaining insight about how to please Zoe.

  “I think you should pick a green tab and we’ll do it.”

  She thinks for a second. The girl has a photographic memory, so I know she’s going through a slew of possibilities. After a minute she shakes her head. “I think you should choose. You know a better starting place. I’ve only sexed one time.”

  “You make me sound like a porn star. I promise I haven’t done as much as you think I have.”

  “I’m glad,” she says. “I was hoping I could be some of your firsts. Since you’ll be all of mine.”

  I roll Zoe onto her back and hover over top of her. “You’re my everything, Zoe. No matter what we do, it’ll be the best I’ve had because it’s with you.”

  “Pick a red one,” she says in a rush before grabbing my face and kissing me. God, her lips are so soft and she tastes like peppermint.

  “We’re going green, Zo,” I mumble against her lips.

  “Red then green,” she argues, flipping us back over, so she’s on top again.

  “Let’s go slow, baby. There’s no rush.” I’m kneading her bare ass in my palms when her head falls forward, creating a curtain of hair around us. She’s so beautiful and I can’t believe she’s mine.

  “Dylan, that feels good. I want to make you feel like that. So you don’t get bored teaching me everything.”

  “Baby, there’s no chance of boredom. Touching you like this has me so hard I’m barely hanging on.”

  She tries to glance behind her, and then underneath. I know what she wants to see and I couldn’t hide it if I tried. “But all I’ve done is kiss you,” she says.

  “It’s you. It doesn’t take much. You can do me in with a single look.”