Page 24 of A Very Grumpy Thanksgiving

“I never want you to stop fucking me,” she tells me. “But I really want to feel you come in me.”

“Fuck, Saffron!” I shout, and her hands grip my biceps, clinging to me as my pace starts to grow erratic and rough.

“Can I feel it?” she asks me innocently, and I curse under my breath. “I mean, you’re fucking me raw so…”

She trails off, and I grit my teeth. She’s right, though. I didn’t even think about protection. I didn’t want there to be anything between us, and I guess some part of me was hoping to knock her up and tie her to me forever.

“Saffron,” I start, but I have no idea what I was going to say next.

“I want it. You wouldn’t let me suck your cock and taste you that way, so coming in me is the least that you can do,” she whispers, and I lean back on my heels, my cock pounding into her now.

“Please, Nolan?” she begs, and I nod.

My thumb finds her clit, and I rub it in times with my thrusts. She tightens around me, and I can tell that she’s close. Two more thrusts, and she splinters apart around me, pulling me with her over the edge.

“Fuck!” I shout as I come deep inside of her.

“Oh! Nolan,” she moans, her legs tightening around my hips.

I keep moving in her until I’m sure that her orgasm has passed. Then I promptly collapse on my side next to her.

“Whoa,” she whispers, and I smile at her.

“Uh huh.”

“Is it always like that?” she asks me sleepily, and I shake my head.

“No, or it never was for me. Although… I’ve only been with one person before. It was in high school, a decade ago, and it was quick and forgettable.”

“What was her name?”

“I don’t remember.”

I can’t remember any other girl but you,I want to say, but I’m worried that will come on too strong. After all, she still thinks that we were fake dating.

I need to fix that.

I catch my breath, and I know that I need to talk to her and tell her that this is real for me and that I don’t want her to be my fake girlfriend. I need to tell her what she means to me.

I take a deep breath and turn to face her… only to realize that Saffron is fast asleep.

I try not to be too disappointed as I pull her into my arms and let my own eyes drift shut. As I drift to sleep, I vow to tell her that I love her tomorrow. Just as soon as I wake up.

NINE

Saffron

I tryto get lost in books as I unpack the new boxes that came in, but my mind is still back in bed with Nolan.

This morning was anxiety-inducing. I wasn’t sure if I should stay until he woke up and then I started thinking about his reaction to last night and getting freaked out that maybe he would wake up and regret sleeping with me. In the end, I panicked, got dressed, and bolted out of my house without waking him up.

It’s been a few hours, and I haven’t heard from him yet, which makes me even more concerned that he regrets our night together.

“Hey! How’s it—Whoa! What’s wrong?” Lilou asks, rushing over to my side.

“What?” I ask, blinking out of my spiraling panic.

“You look totally freaked out. What’s wrong?” she asks as she tucks her purse behind the counter.

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