Page 60 of Wait For Me

“I’m not pressuring you into a romantic living situation, although I wouldn’t mind things moving there. We can be roommates.”

“Roommates who fuck and date?”

“Well, at least it would be convenient.” She laughed at me as I waggled my brows and smiled widely enough to make my dimples pop.

“Whatever,” she blew me off and turned away to go sit at my kitchen table. It wasn’t much, just a small, dark wood table with four matching chairs around it.

“I’m being serious.”

“I know you are. I’m just a little caught off guard by the offer.” She watched me carefully as I sat down in the chair beside her.

“Let’s get your car dealt with first, then we’ll talk about the roommate situation.”

“I don’t want to intrude on your life. What if we decide that we aren’t going to work out after all? How will that work with me bringing dates home, or you bringing other people home? I know, even if we didn’t work out, there would still be too many feelings for me to deal with that.”

“You’re forgetting something, and it amazes me that you’ve been able to stay this humble over the years, but you’re not exactly poor, Twinkles. You have money to get gone if things go south. There’s really no downside for you. This gives you time to really think about buying and what you want so you don’t have to settle for some itty-bitty shack that you think is the perfect size for just you. I’m telling you now, it isn’t going to be just you for very long.”

“Oh yeah? That’s awfully presumptuous of you.”

“Nah, just the facts, Twinkles. Now,” I told her as I reached out and slid her chair closer so that her legs ended up trapped between mine, “get over here and give me that mouth because I’ve missed it this week.”

I didn’t wait for her to give me her mouth, instead, I leaned in and took it. How many years were we supposed to be stuck playing this hit or miss game of ours? I was over it. As my lips brushed over hers, I nipped, sucked, and teased despite her own mouth remaining stubbornly closed.

“Open for me,” I whispered against her lips.

“Shouldn’t we talk?”

“Done talking, Star. Open.”

The minute she finally gave in felt like a fucking victory. I shifted my hands to her waist and plucked my woman from her chair to sit her down on my lap. Her legs were no longer trapped between mine but straddling me. Star grinded her perfect little body down on mine beautifully.

“If there was a way to make these clothes magically disappear, I’d be inside you already. You ready for that?”

“Are you?”

“Hell yeah, I’m ready.”

“Do you have any condoms?” She asked before nibbling on the shell of my ear and ramping up my need to fuck.

I palmed her tits and nipped at her neck. The question she asked was forgotten as her shirt went flying. Star wore a bright blue bra that was made to hold her tits just right. It was a shiny material underneath and lacey up top, the midway point gave a little peek of her rosy, nearly brown nipples beneath the material.

“Fuck me, you are so fucking beautiful.” I latched onto her nipple through the material and gave a suck that made Star moan and grind her hips down hard into mine.

I stood with Star still attached to me, and held her by that glorious ass of hers, then kicked the chair out of my way so I could get her somewhere that would make it easier to strip the rest of her clothes off. I walked us into my bedroom, unable to keep my mouth on her as we moved.

“Been waiting so long for you.” Something about what I said made her stiffen in my arms. “That wasn’t the response I was going for, Twinkles. What’s wrong?”

“I waited for you before, but I stopped waiting,” she admitted.

“Already know that.” My voice was a slightly angry rumble just thinking about who fucking took her virginity. It should have been me. If I hadn’t been called home, it would have been. I was resolved to let her know that we were both in Loveland. To hell with the club, with the past, with everything. I had planned on making her mine before…

“We need condoms,” she told me again.

“Condoms?” It wasn’t that I was stupid, the word just wasn’t registering for some reason. “Condoms,” I said again, this time thoughtfully because fuck my life. There weren’t any in this house since Breakneck moved out and that was for a good damn reason. “I don’t have any here.”

“What? How do you not have condoms at your house?”

“I don’t fuck at my house,” I told her honestly.

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