Page 40 of Stand and Defend
She struggles to get the lid off the pickle jar, holding it against her chest for leverage. I take the opportunity to admire the way her hard nipples are outlined in my shirt. The cotton rubbing back and forth over them. I sink my teeth into my sandwich. Seeingthatis definitely in my top three.
I could watch this entertainment all day. After she grunts trying to open it, I wipe my hands free of crumbs and make a beckoning gesture with my hand.
She passes me the jar, I pop the top, and give it back.
“Thanks.”
“Okay, first thing, this sandwich is pretty fuckin’ dope. Second, I’m looking forward to being home for a few days.”
She smiles and puts the lid back on the deli meat.
“Third thing?” she asks, putting all the sandwich fixings back in the fridge. She’s really gotten to know her way around this place while I’ve been gone. I don’t mind it as much as I thought I would.
“Real talk?”
She furrows her brow and smirks. “Duh.”
“I was relieved to come home and see you here. I worried you’d go back to him. I’ve seen it happen many times. You’ve got a good heart, and you’re doing the right thing. And I’m glad you’re not marrying him.”
She releases an exaggerated groan, dropping her arms to her sides, feigning exasperation. “Seriously... you’re not my type.”
I smirk. It’s become our little schtick. She tells me I’m not her type, and I respond with:
“I’m everybody’s type.”
She grins while pulling out one of the barstools, plops down, and takes a bite.
“What are your three good things?” I ask.
“Hmm. One, I also like my sandwich. Two, work is going well. I am finishing up a project I’m working on. By the way, I have to go into the office Wednesday—don’t worry, Bryan is gone for a client meeting.”
I nod while chewing and hold up three fingers.
“Three... Also on Wednesday, I’m going to check out afew pet-friendly apartments and, if I’ve got time, stop by my parents’ house and see my dog. So, that’s something I’m looking forward to.”
“Chicken Salad.” I laugh and bring my plate to the sink. “Hey, I’m probably gonna lay low tonight and watch a movie. Not sure what you’ve got going on, but you’re welcome to join me.”
“Can’t. I’ve got a hot date.”
Bracing myself with my palms behind me, I lean against the sink and raise an eyebrow.With who?
“Easy, killer. He’s fictional. I started a new book last night, and it’sreallygood.”
“What kind of books are you reading that could be better than watching a movie with me?”
“I mean, there’s a lot of books that would be better than that, but in this case, spicy ones.” She bounces her eyebrows as she takes a bite.
I roll my eyes and push off the sink, heading to the mud room to grab my carry-on suitcase. I need to unpack. As I pass her on the way to my bedroom, I call back, “Well, if he gets limp dick, you know where to find me.” My feet pause when I hear how much it sounded like an offer for sex, and she cackles.
Shutting my bedroom door, I look down. Jordan’s got me hard even thinking about it. Or maybe it was her nipples poking through my shirt that did it. Or the way she licked her lips while eating.No, it’s not her. It’s the lack of sex.You need to get laid!
I toss my bag on the bed and unzip it. All I can picture is her lips. Damn it, there’s no use ignoring this. I shove the suitcase away and pull out my cock, releasing a sigh. I turn around and drop to my knees. When I close my eyes, all I see is her big brown ones looking up at me. Is she as innocent asshe appears, and more importantly, could I corrupt her? I want to see her pretty and depraved. I pant harder and imagine teaching her all the things she didn’t learn in her preppy finishing school. Things Bryan could never give her.
“Can you be a dirty slut for me, sweetheart?” I whisper.
I picture her smirk, the way her thighs felt when I squeezed them, how hot her pussy felt behind me on the bike. Her nipples poking throughmyshirt. That does it. Cum fountains out of the engorged tip. Each pump bringing more until I’m finally empty.
Fuck. I needed that.