Page 40 of Byte

“Byte, I—” she started.

“It’s not a big deal, Gabby. It’s not the first time we’ve shared a bed.”

“What?” she asked, sounding surprised.

“Where do you think I slept when you spent the night in my room at the clubhouse?”

“I didn’t really think about it,” she admitted.

“And we took a nap together when you were sick.”

She climbed into bed beside me but seemed uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure if it was me, the storm, or something else.

After several minutes of awkward silence, I decided to address the issue. “I can practically hear you thinking over there. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly,” she said.

“Remember when we agreed to tell the other if something bothered us?” I reminded her.

“Fine,” she huffed. “You kissed me, said we’d talk about it later, and haven’t mentioned it once.”

I rolled onto my side and propped myself up on my elbow. “Technically, you kissed me.”

“Semantics,” she said and made a dismissive motion with her hand.

“I haven’t brought it up because I haven’t had a chance to.”

“You have a chance now. What did you want to talk about?” she asked.

I exhaled heavily. I knew I had to choose my words carefully. “I’m a lot older than you.”

“Really?” she gasped and feigned surprise. “I had no idea.”

“Seriously, Gabby. Have you thought about this?”

“I don’t care how old you are, Byte. I care about what kind of person you are, and from what I’ve seen, you’re a really good guy.”

I wondered if she’d still think I was a good guy if she knew the truth about my past.

“But I understand if you have reservations about someone as young as me,” she said.

“Gabby,” I started. We weren’t as far apart in age as she thought we were, but I couldn’t tell her that. Instead, I said, “Your age isn’t an issue for me.”

“Good,” she said and leaned forward to press her lips to mine. This kiss started off slowly and tentatively but quickly grew in intensity.

I rolled on top of her and struggled to keep myself under control. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted her until I was so close to having her.

She reached between us, grabbed the hem of her tank top, and pulled it over her head. Her braless breasts bounced free, and I groaned at the sight. I took one nipple into my mouth while my hand went to the other.

Gabby threaded her fingers through my hair and moaned. “Please, Byte.”

I grinned against her skin. She was as worked up as I was. “Please what?”

“More. I want more,” she said and shoved her pajama pants and underwear down her legs. She tossed them to the side and reached for the waistband of my boxer briefs. Once my cock was free, she wrapped her hand around me and rubbed the head of my dick against her slick slit. She lined me up with her opening and wrapped her legs around me to urge me forward.

It took everything I had to refrain from granting her wish and pushing into her. “Wait,” I managed to say. “Condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” she said and tightened her legs around me.

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