Page 35 of When I Found You

“N-no,” I stutter out in reply. “But”—I finally find my voice—“it doesn’t all have to be about sex.”

“I know, and I don’t think that’s all that this is about. But we also have to take advantage of the time we do have left together.”

Our server picks that moment to drop our check off at the table. Before he can walk away, I hand him my card, not even caring what the total is on the bill.

“Are you going to let me help you out with that?” Stacey asks, eyeing where the bill folder had just been sitting.

“Fuck no,” I tell her. “Your money is no good when we’re together.”

“I wish you’d reconsider that. I feel bad with you paying for everything this past week.”

“Get used to it, babe. Call me old-fashioned, but when we’re together, I’ll be taking care of you,” I tell her as our server drops off the bill folder, with my card and the slip for me to sign. I place the card back into my wallet, add a generous tip, and sign my name. “Ready?” I ask, standing and holding my hand out to Stacey.

“Yep,” she tells me, accepting my hand. I escort her out to my truck and help her up into it before closing her door.

“Do you want to stop and pick up some wine or anything before we head back to your place?” I offer as I start up the truck.

“Actually, yes. Some wine tonight sounds perfect.”

A quick stop to grab a bottle of wine for Stacey and a six-pack of beer for me and we’re back on the road.

“Why don’t you go change into something more comfortable while I pour you a glass of wine, then meet me on the couch,” I suggest to Stacey once we make it inside.

“Sounds perfect.” She presses a quick kiss to my lips and then slips down the hall to her room. I step into the kitchen and pull out a wine glass and the opener, then pour her a glass. I pop the top on one of the beers and head out to the living room where I turn on the TV and pull up Netflix and start flipping through the menu.

“Did you want to change?” Stacey asks, coming to stand in front of me.

“Now that you mention it, yes,” I tell her, standing up and kissing her. “I’ll be right back. Pick something for us to watch.”

I quickly change into a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt, then head back out to the living room. “Got room for me?” I jokingly ask.

“Of course, I’ll always have room for you.”

I scoop her up and sit back down with her in my arms and across my lap. “Now, what are we watching?” I ask, shifting us around until we’re comfortably lying on the couch together, facing the TV.

“How about this Jeff Dunham special?” she suggests.

“Whatever you want, babe.” I reach for my beer on the end table. “Do you want your wine?”

“Not right now. Thanks, though,” she says as she starts the comedy show.

We are both engrossed, laughing away at the show, and I let my mind wander. Lying here with her in my arms, spending a Saturday night together, just feels so right. It fucking sucks that things will be so different after tomorrow morning. I tighten my arm that is draped around her torso, pulling her ass back against me a little more. The contact has my half chub hardening fully, and now all I can think about is stripping her naked and sliding inside her. I bring my lips to her neck as I slip my hand under her tank top, bringing it up to cup her breast.

“Mhmmm...” Stacey moans, pressing her ass against my cock as she arches her back, pushing her breast further into my hand.

“I’m going to fuck you right here,” I growl into her ear before I flip her under me. I quickly rip her tank top off over her head and drop my lips to her bare chest.

“Yes!” she cries out as soon as I suck a nipple into my mouth.

“You like that?” I say against her skin.

I separate long enough to tug my shirt off, then make quick work of both sets of our shorts.

“Fuck, I’ll be right back, need to grab a condom,” I tell her before I sprint to the bedroom and return less than a minute later, condom already open and ready to be rolled down my cock.

I trail my fingers up her inner thigh and circle my thumb around her clit, pulling a cry from her lips. When I sink two fingers into her pussy, she’s wet and ready for me.

“Ready, baby?”

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