“I’m taking up my offerings,” she said. “You did offer yourself…twice, might I add.”
I blinked.
“When?” I asked, thinking back to what I’d said earlier to her.
I had, technically, offered myself on the proverbial silver platter. However, I hadn’t meant she had to have sex with me to keep me.
She frowned and started to push herself up in alarm.
“You’re not serious?” she asked warily.
I saw that she was going to bolt, and I did the only thing I could do to keep her there.
I rolled over, placing her body under mine and pinning her there with my arms, legs and body weight.
She gasped as the new position put us in a bit different of a predicament.
This time the positions were switched, and it wasn’t her body weight pressing down on my dick, it was mine pressing into her soft, welcoming lips. Her bare, welcoming lips.
We were lucky I had on underwear, otherwise this would all be a different conversation.
She swallowed, her eyes now squeezed tightly shut.
“I misread, I guess, and I’m sorry,” she apologized.
I didn’t say anything and instead studied her face.
She had her hair up in a cute ponytail that rode high on her head. Pieces of the ponytail had fallen down to frame her face, and the top part was sticking straight up due to the shortness of her front bangs.
When I didn’t answer, she finally opened her eyes.
I could see the indecision there…the fear that I’d rejected her.
And I needed to set her straight, because to be honest, I’d never reject her.
I wanted her so bad that I’d give up sleep for the next year if she’d just let me have her.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
Her eyes that had slipped away to look at the wall above my headboard finally moved back to mine.
Then, once I had her full attention, I moved my hand up to her chin, rubbed her cheek with my thumb, then slowly lowered my head.
My mouth hovered over hers for a few long seconds.
I waited for her to make the final move, and she did.
Our lips met in the softest, sweetest kiss I’d ever experienced.
Her lips tasted like cherries.
Sweet, succulent cherries.
I nipped her bottom lip, and she gasped, allowing me to sweep my tongue inside her mouth.
We both groaned the moment our tongues met.
Her arms wrapped more tightly around my neck, and I let my weight press more fully into her.
Her legs parted even further, and my aching cock found a home against the sweet heat of her.
“You’re so hot,” I whispered against her neck.
She shuddered, arching her back, making her chest rub deliciously along mine.
Her nipples were pebbled, practically begging me to place my fingers on them.
And I did…along with my mouth.
I moved down her body, pausing at her collarbone to let my lips trail along the delicate curve.
She hissed when I nipped it gently with my teeth, making her draw in a ragged breath.
I let my fingers trail along her side, drawing goosebumps in their wake on her soft skin.
Her hands found purchase in my hair as I finally moved to her nipple, ringing my tongue around the dusky areola.
Her fingers tightened, and I smiled before pulling the entire tip of her breast in my mouth, sucking hard and dragging a moan from between her lips.
Her legs were moving restlessly along my sides, and I grabbed one and lifted it up high, exposing her pussy.
I let her nipple go with a soft suck and switched to the other side, pushing her leg up and out while I ground my hardened cock down into her.
She was panting, her breaths coming faster and faster.
Her urgency was spurring mine on, and suddenly there wasn’t anything I wanted more in the world than to be inside of her.
“You’re sure?” I asked gruffly, pulling back so I could see her face clearly.
She bit her lip, but the nod of her head had my heartbeat accelerating and my dick pulsing with need.
I reached over to the side table to switch on the light so I could see her more clearly.
There was no way I was doing her for the first time with only the dim light of the afternoon sun to light my way.
Once I was up on my knees, I finally took my first good look at her body.
I knew she had a good one.
Hell, it was hard not to tell, even with all the baggy clothes she wore.
She was sexy in her scrubs…but, my God, was she gorgeous naked and lying sprawled out before me.
I growled and leaned forward, planting one fist into the bed to hold me up.
She bit her lip.
She was so beautiful with her hair splayed around her head in a messy halo.
And her eyes were bottomless pools of delight that made me want to sink into her gaze and never find my way out.
“Sure?” I asked one more time.
Because once I started, there’d be no stopping me until I had it all. Her heart. Her pussy. Her fucking everything.
If she had it to give, I wanted it.
And I’d do nothing less for her.
She nodded, letting her lip go as she did.
I lifted my free arm and touched the middle of her breast bone, then slowly dragged it down the center of her body until I got to the apex of her thighs.
She stopped breathing for one long moment while I took my time getting to her clit.
But when I did, her body looked like I’d touched it with a live wire.
Her back bowed, her toes curled. She gasped in a halting breath, and her eyes closed.
I swirled one blunt finger in her wetness, then trailed it back up the seam of her sex to her clit.
Circling it once more, I watched as a blush started at the tops of her breasts, then moved upwards until it encompassed her entire face.
It was charming.
But my eyes were inevitably drawn back down to her clit, and the way my bronze work-roughened finger stood out against the pink of her pussy.
“So pretty,” I said, dragging my knuckles down the seam of her sex and coating them with the wetness that seemed to be practically pouring out of her now.
Her eyes opened when I pulled my hand back, and she watched with avid fascination as I slowly pulled my underwear down until my cock and balls popped free.
I had to suppress a sigh of relief as my cock finally got to breathe from its earlier cramped position.
“Jesus,” Mia said breathily. “Where have you been hiding that?”
I snorted and pushed my underwear down until they were around my knees, and then came back forward until we were touching once again.
This time my cock had no cloth barrier to contend with, meaning that I felt the full effect of her sex against my length.
The heat of her was so great that I literally felt like I was burning from the outside in.
“Oh, please,” Mia cried. “Please.”
I thrust my hips, allowing my cock to become coated thoroughly with her juices before I lined my cock up with her sex.
Then came back to my head and pulled away as if I’d been burned.
That was just what she needed to deal with right then was the consequences of our coupling.
“Condom!” I spat. “Motherfucker.”
“No,” she cried, her limbs falling to the bed like a rag doll. “Please. Hurry and find one.”
I got up, my dick leading the way, and walked straight to my dresser in the corner of the room.
It’d been a while since I’d needed condoms at my house.
I hadn’t had a girl at my place for a very, very long time.
In fact, I wasn’t so sure that one had ever been at my new place in Kilgore.
Frantically, I searched through my dresser where I kept all my random bits and pieces that came from my pockets at the e
nd of the day.
My eye caught the movement on the bed and I about swallowed my tongue when I saw Mia’s hand working at her clit, rubbing in slow circles.
“Shit,” I said, reaching down to grab a hold of my dick.
I squeezed slightly too hard, praying that I’d hold onto my release long enough to get inside of her.
My eyes lit on a condom in the bottom of the drawer, and I seized it with eager fingers.
“Got one,” I said, ripping into the package and holding the latex at the tip of my dick.
With jerky movements, I slipped it down over my cock, thankful that it was at least a big one instead of the regular size.
I didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that it was pink.
If my memory served me right, I’d gotten it at a bachelor party as a party favor/gag gift.
Mia didn’t care, either, as she widened her legs, exposing the puffy lips of her pussy to my waiting gaze.
“Hurry,” she said. “I’m dying.”
I laughed huskily.
“I doubt that, honey. Nobody ever died of horniness,” I said.
Her head thrashed against the pillow as I lined my sheathed cock up with her entrance, and slowly pushed myself inside.
She was tight.
Really tight.
And the sight of her pussy opening up for my hard cock was the most magnificent sight I’d ever seen.
She looked filled to the brink, and I thanked God that she’d been ready, otherwise I very well might’ve hurt her as I pushed my length inside.
“You okay?” I asked once I was partially in.
It was nothing new to me for women to have to work up to taking me.
I wasn’t a small man.
In fact, I was on the larger side of large. Almost at the point of being too large.
I’d learned, over time, that slow and easy always won the race…and that extended to me and the bedroom.
“Yeah,” she said breathlessly. “More.”
I gave her more, one slow inch at a time.
“Yes,” she hissed out, eyes squeezing shut.
With one final push, I was buried to the hilt inside of her, staring down at her in amazement.
I placed my hand down on her lower belly, holding her down as I withdrew nearly all the way, then roughly thrust back inside.
She arched again, causing me to freeze.
“No, don’t stop. God, I’m close…so freakin’ close,” she urged.
I started back up again, letting myself loose on her.
She took as well as she received, and soon we were in a near punishing rhythm as we both took from each other.
Our bodies writhed as our skin slid over each other’s.
“I think I’m going to…” she clamped down on me so hard that I knew she was coming. There was no way I couldn’t tell.
Her pussy rippled, and my elbows buckled at the way she pulsed around me.
It took everything I had to keep my weight off of her as I finally let myself go, dropping my head to her collarbone and pounding away inside of her.
It took me three thrusts.
Three.
And I was there.
Coming so hard that I feared the integrity of the condom.
I needn’t have worried, though, as I pulled out of her long moments later, noting that the condom was still fully intact.
I pulled it off of my cock and dropped it into the bedside table’s trashcan.
Then I gave up on trying to hold my weight and dropped to my side directly next to her before pulling her pliable body into my arms.
“Thank you,” she breathed, still slightly breathless.
I tightened my arms around her shoulders.
“Can I apply for your single’s ad?” I asked.
“Your brother told me what he showed you…” she said, looking up at me. “That was for Masen…not me.”
I raised a brow at her.
“So you’re telling me I can’t have you?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“You’ve had me since we first met, and you know it,” she countered.
I did know it.
I’d felt the connection just as easily as she did.
And we’d both been denying it…now there was no denying. There was just us. And everything that’d been behind our walls were now broken down and at our feet, surrounding us.
I doubted either of us would ever be able to get our walls back up again.
She moved forward and placed a kiss on the ink on my chest…the tattoo of my sister’s name.
“You hungry?” She asked.
I thought about it.
No, I wasn’t really.
But I needed to get up or I’d never sleep tonight.
And she’d gone to all that trouble to cook.
“Famished,” I lied.
She patted me on the side and then disengaged from my arms, sitting up and walking to her clothes.
She bent over, giving me the perfect view of her pussy, and my dick started to stir.
She pushed her feet into her panties, pulling them up and over her hips.
I hadn’t watched her taking them off earlier, but now I was admiring them.
And I couldn’t wait to take them off of her again.
Chapter 12
I can’t adult today.
-Coffee Cup
Tai
“You don’t want any help…” I said.
My voice sounded skeptical…as it should
I looked around Mia’s living room, completely and utterly confused as to why she wouldn’t want help moving.
“I just…I don’t think I can do it without breaking down and crying the whole time…and I’m tired of people seeing me cry,” she admitted softly.
I walked forward and gathered her into my arms, moving my face down until I could run my lips over her cheek.
“I’ll have the boys over here tomorrow to help…why don’t you and me just focus on getting you packed today?” I asked.
She pursed her lips, then nodded jerkily.
“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” she said. “Just…don’t be surprised when I have that breakdown…because it’s going to come.”
And she did have a breakdown…five different times.
And I held her through each one.
The first one was because we’d found a pacifier that’d been Colt’s favorite underneath the couch.
The second had been when we’d found a bottle that she’d lost when her dish rack had been pulled down off the counter when Colt had grabbed hold of it during a bath.
The third was the worst.
She’d found Colt’s coming home from the hospital outfit.
That one had been over an hour of listening to her cry, and it’d broken my heart over and over again.
The fourth and fifth had come from when we’d gone through the pictures on the walls. She told me about the first time Colt had his picture taken in the hospital. How he’d peed all over the clothes he’d been in.
Then she’d given me a funny story of the first time Colt had grabbed a lemon and immediately stuffed it into his mouth.
That picture was my favorite, and I asked her for a copy of it.
I didn’t know why.
Those memories weren’t mine…they were hers. However, I felt bonded to him. And I wanted that picture because it was beautiful.
Now we were making dinner…or I was. Mia was on her stool with a glass of wine in front of her.
“What did you want to be when you grew up?” She asked me suddenly.
I looked up at her from where I was cutting up chicken.
“I wanted to be an astronaut,” I said. “I’ve always been pretty big into stars, and they’ve always interested the fuck out of me.”
Mia giggled.
I found that I really loved that sound.
She hopped off her stool and walked towards me, wrapping her hands around my gut and pressing herself against the full length of my back.
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“Thank you,” she said. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve your endless understanding, but I’m going to take it. And try as hard as I can to give you what you need back.”
I patted her hands with the inside of my wrist, since my hands were covered in chicken guts, causing her to laugh.
“You’re humble,” she said.
I snorted.
“No…,” I said, hesitating. “The second you walked into the department’s gym, I knew I wanted you. Then you sat a huge problem at my feet, and I felt like, for once, I was able to give someone something…to offer someone more than just heartache and pain.”
I could practically hear her mind screaming for answers.
But she needed to know me…all of me. She needed to know that at one time I wasn’t a very good person.
And for her to know that…I had to tell her things…things I didn’t really want to tell her because they’d probably send her running.
“I’ve never gotten anything from you but understanding, acceptance, and…love,” she said. “And last night was absolutely beautiful,” she added.
I laughed humorlessly.
“It was…but I’m a selfish bastard for even doing that when we haven’t even gone on a real date yet,” I said honestly.
She shook her head.
“No,” she said firmly. “You really have no clue what it’s like. Everyone watches me, practically waiting for me to break down. You, however, do not. You support me. You let me cry, and you move on with me. You don’t dwell, or toss me worried looks,” she added. “And, for once, it’s nice to be treated like I’m not a grieving mom. It’s nice to forget, just for a little while.”
I finished cutting the last piece of fat off the chicken, then gathered it all up in my hand and dumped it into the trash that was sitting next to my legs.
I turned the water on in the sink that was on the opposite side, and then washed my hands quickly and efficiently.
Once I was done, I turned, crossing my arms over my chest to study her.
“I was an asshole kid. I did drugs. Had sex before I was thirteen. Ignored my family. Did everything I possibly could do to be anything but responsible. Married a woman that I hated. Divorced her,” I said. “When I say I was a bad person before…I wasn’t joking. I’m the man that nobody ever wants to take a chance on or trust because my track record is shit.”
“You have an ex-wife?” She asked, picking that out of all that I’d just told her.
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