Page 28 of Six Wishes

CHAPTER14

I called first

Chloe

In spite of my best efforts, I don’t wake up early enough to go for a run this morning. Once I was done with my phone call with my mom last night, it took everything in me to text Hunter that I was still alive and I’d talk to her today. Then I managed to take a shower, after which I crashed. Hard.

When I look at my phone and see that it’s already seven in the morning, I almost want to roll back to sleep. I pull my comforter around me and snuggle up. It feels nice and comfortable, and I don’t think I want to move from this spot.

Unfortunately, a loud knock at my door drags me away from my warm cocoon. I take in my shorts and tank top that I have on, then look through the peephole to make sure it’s safe to open the door. It is a nice neighborhood, but not like serial killers discriminate like that. And now I’m not sure that I like living on my own.

To my surprise, I am met with Van’s rugged features. I hurry up and unlock the door, then pull it open. I am ready to jump into his arms when I notice that he’s carrying a pastry bag and a carrier with what looks like two protein shakes.

“Jesus,” he mutters when he takes me in. He looks behind him like he is scared that someone might see me, then steps into my space, forcing me to walk backwards until he’s all in and the door is closed.

Without paying attention to where he sets the goodies he’s brought, and I find that weird considering how anal he seems to be in general, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him. My shoulder length hair flies all over the place before settling into my eyes, with a couple of strands stuck to my lips.

“Woman,” Van growls in my face, “what the hell are you thinking opening the door dressed like this?”

“I was still in bed…” I mutter, and now I feel self conscious. I really pray that I don’t have bad breath. I should probably keep some mints on hand on my nightstand for situations just like this one.

“Don’t tell me that,” Van’s forehead drops against mine, and we just stand like this for a bit, eyes closed and sharing the air we breathe.

I start running my fingers through his hair, loving how soft it feels. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you I’d see you today,” he says in a defensive manner.

“You actually said you’d call me today,” I chuckle.

“I called first, but you didn’t answer…”

“Oh, when did you call?” I really did sleep like the dead.

“When I pulled into the parking lot here.” I start laughing. He’s making it sound like he tried giving me plenty of notice.

“Why are you here this early, Van?” I push myself up on my toes to reach his face and run my nose against his, then place soft kisses on the side of his neck.

“I missed you, Chlo,” he mumbles just as he grabs my hair and tries to pull me back to his mouth. I fight him though, kissing the skin showing above the neck of his t-shirt.

“I missed you, too.” I lift his t-shirt a little at his sides and run my fingernails up and down his skin, making him shiver.

I feel like my body is not my own when he looks down into my eyes. It’s like I just started something that I’m not sure how to end. Although, with the way he’s looking at me, I have all kinds of ideas. Van doesn’t seem to mind. There’s no protest out of him when I drop to my knees in front of him, then start pulling his sweatpants down his narrow hips.

I am taken aback for a moment when I notice how strong his thighs look. The muscle definition is incredible, and I guess it’s normal given what he does for a living.

I pull his boxers down, and I just stare. It sounds cliché, but I can’t believe I had this monster inside of me. Although, Van is a big guy overall, so his cock is in proportion with the rest of his body. And now I am thinking of my own size overall in comparison with the size of my pussy. Well, this is not good.

“Do you think my pussy is too big?” I want to slap myself, but it’s too late. The words are out of my mouth, and I can’t take them back.

“What?” Van is looking down at me with such a confused face, it’s almost comical. “What do you mean?”

“It’s just… you’re so big,” I point to his cock that’s standing proudly, waiting for all my attention.

“I thought that’d be a good thing,” Van looks at his cock and grabs it by its base, then looks at me.

“It is. But then I started thinking…”

“Well, that ain’t good,” he mutters under his breath, making me smile a little.

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