Page 53 of Pinkie Promise

She looks a little embarrassed when she says, “I stayed in the condo with Ash when the weather got really bad. Or, if she was over at her boyfriend’s, I’d just wait it out alone.” She shrugs. “Some of our classes were online for like a month.”

I make a low sound in the back of my throat, not exactly loving the idea of her trapped in the condo on her own for weeks on end. Before I can hone in on that too heavy she suddenly asks, “What did you do after I left last night?”

After Fallon left the apartment last night I locked myself in my bedroom and beat my meat while I could still feel her on my sheets. But I decide to bypass that part and just tell her, “Ended up watching a couple of games with the guys. Then some of the team hit up a club.”

“You didn’t go with them?”

“No,” I say, tangling my fingers into her hair.

“Why not?” she asks.

“Because I knew that you weren’t going to be there.”

She looks deep into my eyes. She’s so pretty that I look away.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” she asks, her voice nervous. “About training with me so that I can get back into cheer?”

“Baby, of course I meant it. I’d do anything you wanted me to.”

She lets out a shaky breath and my eyes drop hungrily to her lips.

“Have you ever seen any of my performances before?” she asks.

“No,” I say gruffly. Guessing that my dreams don’t count.

“Okay,” she says, nodding to herself. “We can still make it work. The solo bits before you pick me up might be a bit boring for you to watch, so thank you for agreeing to it,” she adds.

I scrub roughly at my forehead. “It’s, uh, definitely not going to be boring for me,” I assure her.

She lets out a cute laugh and says, “When I train I have to do the same positions so many times, you might honestly want to bring your coursework with you.”

“Fallon, I’m not going to be able to focus on coursework, rest fucking assured.”

She suddenly realises that I’m practically panting and she leans slightly farther backwards on the desk, biting at her smile because she can sense how hot I am for her. I lean right over her and pull her chest up to meet mine.

“You got some essays that you’re gonna leave me for in about three minutes?” I ask her, knowing that, with her schedule being so tight, there’s no way that I’ll be able to keep her here with me for the rest of my shift.

I can physically feel her stressing about the grant that she’s been telling me about, so I dip my face to her jaw to try and kiss the tension away.

“I can give you five minutes,” she says breathlessly, and when I lean up to look down at her I see that she’s smiling. I stroke my hand through her hair and she wraps her arms tighter around my neck.

I need to get her on another date so that I can have her for a longer period of time, but I choose to stow that agenda away for the moment, grateful that I’m seeing her at all in the first place.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask, moving the coffee cup out of the spill zone.

“The way you did last night?” she replies, gripping her fingers into my hair.

My hands slide right up the hem of her sweater and I’m immediately met with two soft handfuls of naked flesh. I roam my palms a little higher, until I’m massaging my fingers into her waist, confused as hell over whether or not she’s actually got anything on underneath her jumper. I’m dying to shove my hands just a little higher, to confirm whether or not she’s totally bare.

“Yeah. You liked that?” I ask, thinking about how last night was the first time that I’d slid my tongue inside her mouth.

She squeezes her thighs around my hips and murmurs a little, “Yeah.”

She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I pull her body to the edge of the counter and hunch down so that I can take her mouth with mine, this time slanting her open immediately and slipping my tongue deep inside. She lets out a quiet moan and I stroke her harder, grunting. I roam my palms up her ribcage, drinking in her shallow whimpers, and when I get my hands on those soft full breasts I growl like a motherfucker.

Bare. She’s fucking bare.

“Knew it,” I say gruffly, pushing my tongue back inside her mouth and rubbing her nice and hard. She whimpers, loving it, making me smirk as I palm her tits.

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