Page 69 of Pinkie Promise

I snicker and shake my head, running my palms along the waistband at the back of her joggers. “Yeah, I bet you’re real small everywhere.”

Then she lets out a shriek of laughter as I shove my hands down her pants, giving myself two big handfuls of her sexy cheerleader ass. Her thighs fall wider around my hips as I knead her soft little mounds and my eyes drop to her chest, knowing exactly what I wanna get my hands on next.

“You wanna share the bed?” I ask her, palming my way up to her waist.

“We don’t have to do anything,” she whispers. “Just this. Just kissing.” She brushes the backs of her fingers down my abs, all the way to the drawstring on my joggers.

I stifle a low groan.

“It’s been a long day, we probably both need time to think through what we’ve told each other. And” – she shrugs – “I kind of like that you want to go steady with me.”

I stare down at her, my breathing uneven, before finally nodding.

It’s hard to want to go steady with Fallon when her little pussy has been warming my cock for the past ten minutes, but I nod anyway because I want to make our first time together special. Binding. Not on the spur of the moment on the couch while I’ve got a game on in the background.

Although, being honest, fucking her on the couch is definitely on my to-do list.

“Okay,” I rasp. “We’ll both sleep in my bed, but we’ll take it steady.” I press a firm kiss against her cheek and a shiver runs through her body. “Should I get my laptop so we can download a movie?”

She shakes her head and glances at the hockey game still playing on the box.

“I don’t mind watching this. I mean, I obviously have no clue what’s going on,” she laughs, “but that’s okay. I’ll need to, uh… I’ll need to get my glasses though.”

Every drop of blood in my body rushes south.

“Get them,” I say hoarsely.

Chapter 19

Fallon

We started off on opposite sides of the bed.

At first we were lying side by side, Hunter’s chest rising heavily as he stared unblinkingly up at the ceiling. But after five minutes of being more awake than we’d felt all day Hunter had reached his hand out to mine and gently locked our pinkies together. We turned to look at each other and in a matter of seconds he’d encircled me in his arms, pulling my front up against his chest and wrapping my thighs around his abs. He crushed my mouth with his, sounds of pain and relief vibrating through his chest.

“Is this okay?” he’d murmured, shifting me higher up his body.

I’d nodded eagerly and he rolled me onto my back, kissing me impatiently, as if he hadn’t had me in his arms all evening. He gave me a warning growl when my hands started skirting his deeply cut V and then suddenly my back was to his front, my wrists locked down under his forearms. He leaned forward so that he could kiss me from behind and then, when I started to bonelessly submit to his touch, he’d pulled away with a grunt and buried his face in my hair.

I didn’t think that I’d be able to fall asleep, my body so painfully aware of the man pressed up behind me, but when Iopen up my eyes I realise that I’ve just had the most amazing sleep of my life.

Hunter’s arms are still wrapped tightly around me, his bare forearms pressed against my belly under my shirt and his chest heaving steadily against my shoulders. I move the tiniest inch and his grip immediately intensifies, loosening only when I go back to laying still. The thick muscle between his thighs is digging halfway up my back, a long hot brand that makes my thighs press together.

Hunter’s hips suddenly thrust against my ass and he grunts himself awake. His breathing is immediately laboured and his hold on my belly becomes firmer, his stubbled jaw pressed against my temple as he takes a deep, chest-swelling inhale.

“Fallon,” he murmurs in his rough morning voice. His arms shift from around my middle and his palms settle on both sides of my waist, squeezing me indulgently as he rubs his erection between my cheeks. “Fallon, you awake?”

“Yes,” I squeak, as he flattens his hands over my stomach and pushes me against him. He rubs one of his palms all the way up my body, between my cleavage and up my throat until he’s gripping at my jaw, and then he gently turns my face to look up at his.

I squirm without meaning to, his eyes so much darker and more dangerous looking when he’s pressed up against me at God-knows-what in the morning. His stubble has grown in the night and his skin looks even more tan against his sheets.

“Hey,” he says quietly, leaning down to kiss my lips. My eyes flutter closed and I reach back with one arm to stroke at his jaw. He releases a contended groan at my nervous petting and a warm feeling sparkles wildly through my chest.

And the sensation only gets warmer as Hunter slides his digits beneath the hem of my top, making me whimper quietly when I feel just how hot he is. He rubs his big warm palmfirmly up my belly until he’s growling into my mouth as he roughly massages my breasts. The sensation is so intimate, so unfamiliar, that I become slack in his hold, enabling him to roll me quickly onto my belly and start grinding hard against my ass. The hand on my jaw slips loosely around my throat and the palm rubbing my breast begins squeezing frantically.

“First time waking up like this,” he grunts, knocking my knees apart with his so that he can position his thick quads between my thighs.

“You feel like a seasoned professional,” I whisper breathlessly, and he huffs a laugh against my cheek.

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