Page 67 of Loco

I turned my face away and broke our kiss, knowing that if Loco hadn’t wanted me to pull away he would have stopped me. “Tucker…” I put all my feelings for him in my tone, hoping that he didn’t ask me explain why I didn’t want to go any further.

His groan, and something about the tension in his body yielding reactively, showed me that he understood what I was feeling. We were both breathing hard. Our hearts pounded together as one as he held me tightly against him, content to just lay there trying to catch our breaths. His chest rose and fell beneath my breasts, his cock hard as a rock and throbbing against me. I buried my nose into the hair behind his ear, waiting for my breath to even out. What we were doing now was nice.

No kissing, though I loved his kisses. No desperate caresses that would lead to sex. No removing of clothes. Just two lovers laying on the couch, holding each other and talking.

“I like this,” I stated when I could, burrowing deeper into him.

He was still hard and pulsing beneath me. “Yeah, it’s nice, babe.” His hand smoothed up and down my back.

I laughed, picking up on the slight disappointment in his voice. “Have you ever cuddled before?”

“Can’t say that I have,” he snorted. “Have a feeling I’ll be having a lot of firsts with you.”

There was nothing in his tone to indicate that he wasn’t looking forward to any of those firsts. For that I was thankful. I didn’t tell Loco that cuddling was new for me, too. Neither of the men in my past two relationships had cared about being close unless we were having sex.

“Maybe you’ll learn something,” I teased. “Like patience.”

He growled.

“Some things are worth waiting for, lover boy.” I bumped my hips into his, and his retaliation was swift and painful. “Ouch!” I reached back to rub my hand over the burning sting on my bottom.

“Behave yourself.”

“What was that for?”

“I’m trying to learn patience right now,” Loco grated. I could detect the slight humor in his tone. “Can’t expect me to hold back from fucking you with you grinding on my dick.”

Without warning, he slapped me again.

“Ouch! Damnit, Loco! What was that one for?” I reared back to meet his laughing eyes, rubbing my other cheek.

“For calling me lover boy. Next time those two words leave your mouth, I don’t care where we are, I’ll bare your bottom and give you a real spanking.”

Jesus, why did his words make me hot? I started to squirm, but then ceased in case he took it the wrong way. I didn’t want him to think that I was purposely teasing him. He hadn’t held back when he’d slapped my bottom, and while it had hurt, it had turned to a pleasant tingle by the time the sting had traveled to my clit.

It grew quiet between us. The only sound was our breathing. Seemed that we were both content to just lay against each other on my sofa. Loco was hard all over, but surprisingly comfortable to lay on. I could easily fall asleep like this, with him rubbing my back, his heart beneath my ear. Before too long I found myself fighting the urge to close my eyes. I wondered if Loco planned to spend the night.

No sooner had the thought entered my head than I felt a nudge, Loco indicating that he wanted me to move. “Up, darlin’.”

I crawled backwards into a sitting position by his booted feet. “Are you leaving?”

He nodded and sat up, dropping his feet on the floor. “Yeah. Before I’m too fucking tired to ride home safely.”

His eyes captured mine for a long minute. He seemed to be fighting with himself about something. And then he took a deep breath and reached toward me. His hand cupped my cheek and his thumb caressed over my bottom lip.

“Fuck, baby, I want to stay. I want to strip you naked and fuck you all night long.”

His words drew a wistful sigh from me and produced an immediate response from my body. I wanted him to stay. I wanted to lose myself in him, and I didn’t know why I felt that I needed time to get there. The sex between us had never been an issue. But if I were being honest, I wanted to prove something to Loco. Prove something to both of us.

“But I have a feeling you’re not ready.” His thumb tugged my bottom lip down and dipped into my mouth. “Think you need to digest everything we talked about tonight.”

I remained silent, but nodded.

“Gonna head back to the clubhouse and sleep in my brand-new bed all by myself.”

I smiled at that.

“And when you’re ready to move forward you let me know, yeah? Just don’t take too fucking long.”

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