by Gina Kincade
She smiles nervously. “What side of the bed should I sleep on?”
She asked me something, but I have no words. I’m resorting to caveman communication, like, “Want you,” “Fuck me,” and “Now.”
Internally, I have to shake myself. Hard. Get your shit together, man.
I lick my very dry lips. “Whatever side you want.” Could my voice be any rougher? I mean, I sound like I’m dying. And I’m pretty sure she’s noticing.
She brushes past me and sits on the side of the bed, smiling at me. “I guess, this is the part where we sleep together. Just sleep. Together.”
I nod, staring at her, hoping my gaze isn’t as intense as it feels and that my erection isn’t too noticeable.
I walk closer to her and she scoots back to the other side of the bed. After turning down the covers, she slithers her little body under. But the t-shirt, God bless that fabric, slides up to reveal a little more of her thighs. Perfect legs. Athletic legs. Long-looking and so womanly.
What would they look like wrapped around my hips as I’m banging into her?
I sit on the bed, chiding myself for that thought and trying to conjure thoughts of…elderly people taking out their dentures to clean them. That’s better. That’s better.
I slide under the covers and before I can adjust too much, she’s there, right beside me, placing one of her almost-always cold hands on my chest, her head on my shoulder. Holding my breath, I hope this moment will last forever. God, she smells good. So sweet. So feminine. Her hair tickles the underside of my arm, but I’ll ignore that. We wiggle a little, getting more comfortable as I wrap my arms around her. Yeah, just stop time right now. Because I want this to last. It feels so fucking right to have her here with me, like this.
“Comfortable?” she asks.
“Yeah.” Unfortunately, I am. After being awake for more than twenty hours, being so comfortable makes me drowsy.
She wraps a leg around mine.
“You comfortable?”
She sighs. It’s a happy breathy sound, making my heart feel warm. “I really am. I hope I’m not on you too much. You can push me away if I get annoying.”
I caress some of her crazy hair from her cheek. “You’re never annoying.”
She makes that happy sound again, and I’m…I’ve never liked the word joy. It seemed too much. Or kind of silly. Or just for Christmas. And maybe because I’m wearing these particular pajama pants or, more than likely the real reason, because of the woman beside me, I’m joyful. That’s the only word that fits, because I’m not just happy. This is so much more than that. I’m radiating this elated feeling.
I try to memorize everything. All of it. The way she feels against me, the way her hair smells, the weight of her leg wrapped around one of mine. I want to remember this until my dying day because it won’t last long. She’ll figure things out soon and tell me to get lost. But until then, I’m savoring this.
Ryder
I wake to the bed shifting. Then a small hand slips up my chest. A warm cheek lands near the hand. Asha’s getting back into bed after she might have used the restroom, and I’m so fucking happy.
Bone Ranger has never been this happy, either. I’m throbbing between my legs. I ache so much I’m in real pain. And to top that off, I have to pee. Awesome.
She’s getting comfortable, and I finally slit my eyes open enough to see that I somehow slept through the night. It’s morning. I’d judge that it’s late-morning with the way the sun is slanting through my almost-drawn closed blinds. Asha’s nuzzling her nose against me, right over my scars that she inspected with her delicate fingertips. I wonder if she hates my tats. If she pays them any mind.
Fuck, I gotta pee.
I don’t want to move, but I have to. If anything for my ego’s sake, because if I don’t get up soon, I’ll embarrass myself.
Carefully, I lift her hand, trying to slide away from her. “Be right back,” I murmur, hoping my morning breath doesn’t waft toward her. She mumbles something sleepily and I love it. As I lunge for my bathroom, I wonder if I sniff mint. Did she brush her teeth already? Better do that too.
It takes a while for Bone Ranger to calm the fuck down in order to pee. There’s a lot of convincing on my part that I’ll whack off as soon as she leaves to relieve my hard on. I feel dirty thinking of such things. About Asha. But Bone—Steve—my idiotic cock is happy with the idea of masturbating later and relaxes.
I splash cold water on my face and a few other areas, cleaning up, hoping I smell good. I smack a little more deodorant on just in case and brush my teeth in record time. I want to be perfect for her. For my Asha.
Yeah, that thought came out of nowhere, but I like it.
I love it.
Something was decided for me while I was sleeping with her. I want her. Not for a short while. I want her for…I don’t know. But I want to ride this out. I want to thoroughly know her. I want to meet her family, find out why she and her brother aren’t best friends any longer and see if I can help. I want to be there for her. So, I’m not just going to woo her, thinking she’s going to dump me at any second. I’m going to fight that dumping. I’m going to do everything possible to make this situation last, because, after last night, if I have to sleep without her even once, I might rip out someone’s throat. Okay, that’s crazy and violent, but that’s how I feel.
She’s mine. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine. I’m going to show her that I’ll do whatever it takes to win her over.
With my mind made up, I’m excited about getting back into bed, snuggling, and maybe planning a picnic for later. Maybe we could go for a long drive. Or a hike. I’ve never really given wine a shot. I’m more of a beer man. But maybe we could go to those wine-tasting things. Find something she would like.
I’m walking back with a spring in my step when she lifts to one elbow, cocking a sexy smile at me. And I’m brain-dead. She bites her bottom lip, and Steve wants to get between her legs. Fuck Steve.
I slide under the covers, and she wraps a hand around my cheek, pulling me down to her.
“Did you brush your teeth?” she asks on a husky whisper.
“Did you?”
She grins yet again, and my heart is knocking hard on my ribs. “Yes. I wanted to…for this.” She pulls me down more, her elbow straightening so she’s lying flat. I have to catch ahold of the bed on her other side so I don’t crush her with my weight. And to keep a little distance between us. But she doesn’t let up. She keeps urging me down to her.
The problem is I want to kiss her so much. I want to feel her lips against mine. I want her tongue in my mouth.
But is that a good idea?
Who the hell knows, because logic flies out of my brain the instant she arches her back and her breasts caress my chest. Her nipples are hard and I rush down to greet her lips. I nibble. I brush. I lay siege, using different ways to kiss her. Hard to soft. Fast to slow. When I’m slow, she moans and arches even more into me. God, I love her softness. And how hard her little nipples feel against me. I love her smell. She still smells so sweet and yet floral. I love her hands, roaming across my shoulders, now down to my chest.
I flick my tongue against the seam of her mouth and she opens for me. In her mouth is a world of warm and wet, and she suckles my tongue. I can’t help but moan at that. Then she pushes her tongue against mine, and I’m losing my mind. Just losing it. I’m back to being so hard that it almost hurts. I’m thinking about lowering more of my body onto hers, inserting a thigh between hers, like I did in the hospital. Her pussy was warm. So warm, and if I put my leg where I want to then I’ll find out if she’s wearing panties. If she’s not, then I can take off my pants and underwear and…
Fuck, I gotta get a grip.
Gotta stop this and act like a man. Well, like a gentleman.
I ease away from her, rolling to my side and trying to give myself a few inches of space. She’s breathing hard and looking at me with so much disappointment.
“Am I doi
ng it wrong?” Her voice is unbelievably sexy, filled with desire, but it cracks, showing me her vulnerability.
“A little too perfect, baby.” I reassure and caress some of her hair from her cheek.
She turns to me, her whole body turns, and then she shuffles close until her stomach touches my erection. I clutch at her hips, making her stop. Even just that little tap has my blood coursing with need. The need to be inside her already.
Her eyes are huge as she feels me. The little vixen wraps a leg around my hip. She’s adjusting her body, scooting up a little more. Her hot pussy meets Steve. And a jolt of desire, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, shoots through me.
She moans and arches her neck, her head thrown back. “Ah, here you are.”
I’m not thinking, just reacting to how good she feels, how perfectly she fits against me. Holding her hips, I grind against her. Again and again, I move. She’s wearing panties. But no bra. Her breasts aren’t confined, and I could have them in my greedy palms. But I love holding her feminine hips. She’s so perfect to hold like this. Or even better to hold like this when we’re both naked and I’m inside her.
“Mmm, Ryder,” she whispers, my name sounding like a prayer.
God, she’s getting to me. I want her so much, and she’s making it so hard to think.
But I have to.
Somehow, something inside me knows this isn’t what I want. I mean, yeah, I’d like to fuck her, and from what I’ve been told I’m good at what I do. But can I make Asha fall in love with me by fucking her? Steve says yes, but Steve isn’t exactly known to be smart.
What helps is the idea of meeting her family. Would she take me to her folks if I was only the best fuck she’d ever had? No.
So, I somehow push her away. Steve wailing. And my body nearly spasming from the withdrawal, but I have to do this.
I smile at her. “Sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“Yeah. Kind of lost my mind for a minute there.”
She blinks, looking confused and still turned on. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are glassy, and she keeps breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling in a seductive way, almost coaxing me to touch them.
“Good,” she says, a little loudly too. “I want you to lose your mind.”
I shake my head. “No, you don’t, baby. I’m not good when I lose it.”
She’s starting to look angry and at the risk of being an asshole, I think she’s so cute like that. “But—but I want you to be bad.”
I shudder a little from her words because she has no idea how I want to be bad too. How I want to roll on top of her, feel her body under mine, feel her nipples jutting against me, have her open her legs and slide home.
“No, you don’t want that, baby.” I’m telling myself that more than her now.
She’s caressing my neck, making my on-fire body blaze hotter. “Yes, I really do.”
I growl, not in an angry way, but I’m getting frustrated as fuck. I’ve never done this before, held back, waited until we got to know each other better to have sex. Maybe I should call it making love because that’s what I want to do to Asha.
I gather her hands in mine, kissing them, smiling, trying to regain some kind of control. “Now, what do you want to do today? I figure, we have four days of doing whatever you want.”
She blinks, a look of disbelief crossing through her dark gaze. Then she yanks free from me and flops on her back, pounding a fist into the mattress, growling with, I’m pretty sure, a lot of frustration too. “I want—I want—I want you to…”
“You want me to…we could go for a drive. It’s spring. The roads are nice now. We could check out some of the little towns around here.”
She growls again, slamming her fist into my mattress once more. And I’m slowly catching on that she’s more than frustrated. She’s really angry at something. Great. I’ve already fucked up.
She lifts to one elbow, staring me down, her eyes glistening with some kind of intense feeling. “I don’t want to go on a drive. I want—I want—I want—God, why can’t I just say it?”
I lift to my elbow too, wondering what I’ve said or done. Well, dry humping her wasn’t a good call, obviously. I shouldn’t have given in to that urge. Steve should have shut the fuck up.
She sits up and I do too. She’s sitting cross-legged, and I’m trying to figure out how to do something similar when she growls again.
She smacks me against my shoulder. “You can’t tell what I want?”
I shake my head. “I’m a guy. I’m the furthest thing from a mind reader, baby. You’re going to have to spell it out.” Then I realize I should apologize again. For dry humping her. Not that it’s easy to apologize for something I desperately wanted and still want to do. “I’m sorry. I was being a bastard, trying to get in your pants. I’ll be—”
“Yes, that’s what I want.”
I blink, something cracking through my skull. I shake my head, not believing what she said, so I have to ask. “You want me…to get in your pants, actually panties. I can tell you’re wearing your panties.”
“Yes.”
“Yes? To you’re still wearing your panties?”
She kind of smiles, but then is back to being frustrated mixed with a little angry. “No. I mean, yes, I’m still wearing panties. But yes, to the other thing too.”
I straighten, really not believing her. “To getting in your panties?”
“Yes. That’s what I want.”
I jump off the bed, needing to get away from her because Steve—the traitor, the fucker—is totally on board with that. He’s roaring in my ears. He’s figuring out positions and how long the first time will be. The second will be longer. We do all sorts of acrobatic moves the second and third time.
Raking a hand through my hair, I realize I need a haircut. Great time to think about it, but I do. It’s getting long and gets in my eyes now. But I’ve thought about Asha channeling her long skinny fingers through my hair and pulling. Fuck, I want that.
“What?” Is all I can ask, trying not to look at her as well as trying to shield the part of me that’s still saluting her. Really saluting. Even with my boxer briefs, it’s obvious how much I want her.
She sighs and looks defeated. “I—I want you…to…you know…I want you to…God, I’m an adult, but I can’t seem to say—” She cuts herself off, her eyes growing even rounder, bigger, almost sad. “Because I’ve never asked for it before.”
“Never asked for what before?”
She rolls her eyes. “Sex, Ryder. I’ve never asked for sex before.”
“But we hardly know each other.” Can you believe I said that? I can’t. I’m truly stymied from the things spewing from my mouth. It’s like I’m a whole different person with her. But that’s good. I doubt she’d like the other me who would fuck her and leave her.
She blinks, looking confused. “I—I know. But—but—but—but—oh, for fuck’s sake.”
I like that she’s sworn. It makes me feel better. But when her shoulders slump and she’s looking even more defeated I want to cradle her to me, hold her, promise her that everything will be okay.
She looks down at the bedding, her fingers playing with a seam. “I—I’m going to tell you something. But I don’t want you to ask me any questions. I’m just going to tell you something and that will be that, okay?”
She peeks up from her extra-long black lashes. She’s so cute looking at me like that. I love it. My chest contracts around my heart and I nod, willing to do whatever she wants of me.
She looks down again, resuming playing with the blue comforter. “I—I’ve never slept with a man before. Last night was all new to me.”
Oh fuck. My brain clicks with information that I can’t quite grasp.
“I liked it. A lot.” She sighs. “I’d like to do it again if you’re willing. But what I really want—See—Okay, I’m very attracted to you. I’ve never been this attracted to anyone before. And I—I was thinking, since I think you’re attracte
d to me too, is that—Okay, I’m going to tell you this. I—I’m a virgin, Ryder. I’ve never…but I want to. With you.”
You know what sucks about being a man? Once I start thinking about sex, I can’t seem to stop. It’s like I’m a runaway train, and my brain tries to figure out ways to keep thinking about sex until I find a way to help my erection. And once I think about her being a virgin, I can imagine slowly pushing myself inside her. I’d be gentle. I’d watch her, make sure every inch of my cock made her want more of me. I’d circle her clit, making her writhe against me, making her cry out, making her come with me inside her.
“Ryder?”
I’m sucking in air as if my life depended on it. “Did you say something? Because I kind of blacked out after you said you were a virgin.”
She looks crestfallen. “God, I suck.”
I rush to the bed, holding her arms, caressing her hair from her face. “No. Why would you say that?”
“Because I’m a twenty-five-year-old virgin. In this day and age, who stays a virgin this long? I’m a freak. And now you don’t want me. If you wanted me at all.”
I try not to laugh, but I shake my head, brushing even more hair from her cheek. Jesus, I love her crazy hair. “No. Oh, no.” She’s been so vulnerable with me and it’s only fair to be the same. “I’m not trying to be a pervert, but look down at my pajama pants.”
She does and her eyes pop wide when she glances at my rock hard cock. Her mouth opens and that does nothing for calming me down. “Wow.”
“Don’t do that, honey. You’re making it hard to think.”
“Do what?” She looks at me with her innocent eyes. God, why didn’t I see that before?
I grind my teeth. “I guess, do anything. Fuck, yes, I want you. I find you almost unbearably attractive. I want you so bad I hurt.”
