Page 78 of Wandering Closer

I can’t help but smirk. “She will.”

He barks out a laugh, shaking his head. “Alright, you get her on board, and I’m interested.”

He adds another fifty pounds to the bar and begins his next set. I’m reminded why I stopped working out with him as he pushes through without breaking a sweat while I lift half the weight and struggle. It’s after six by the time we finish and go our separate ways. I offered to make him breakfast, but his smile told me he knows exactly what my plans are for Lily, so he declined.

I snuck into the guest bathroom so my shower wouldn’t wake Lily before slipping back downstairs to make her breakfast. After yesterday, my girl deserves to be treated like royalty, so I whipped up french toast with fresh berries and a side of bacon and coffee. I quietly call down Shadow to do her business and have her breakfast so I can eat with Lily in peace. After loading up a tray, I climb the stairs to find Lily playing on her phone in bed.

Her face lights up when she sees the tray full of goodies that I set on the bed in front of her. “What’s all this?”

“Breakfast.” I lean forward, brushing my lips over hers. “Good morning, baby.”

“Good morning,” she whispers against my lips before moving back and taking a slice of bacon. “If that’s all it took to get breakfast in bed, I would have asked Tyler to come threaten me weeks ago.”

Her snark surprises me, but the bright look in her eyes tells me she’s okay. I sure as hell am not, but she’s the one who matters. Biting a piece off her bacon, I smirk, “You’re going to pay for that.”

“I’m shaking in my boots,” she quips, taking a bite of the fruit and french toast next.

I grab her chin between my thumb and finger, guiding her to look at me. “Move in with me, Lily.”

I need her to see the seriousness in my face, hear the pleading in my voice. This is her home. This is where she belongs.

After last night, I expected sadness, anger, maybe even fear from her. In typical Lily fashion, she keeps me on my toes. She’s all light and sass this morning, and I fall just a little bit harder.

“We talked about this. I have a cabin right next door. I’m not going to cower and hide. Was I terrified yesterday? Absolutely. It solidified something in me, though. I have let other people control my emotions and decisions for too long, and I’m not doing it anymore,” she points her fork at me playfully. “So to answer your question… no.”

I snatch the french toast off the fork before she can pull it back and chew it with a sinful smirk on my face. “Oh sweet Lily, you know better than to get sassy with me. I don’t want you here because I think you need to hide. I want you here because I love you and this house isn’t a home without you.”

Her pout is adorable as she loads her fork with another bite. “I won’t say the offer isn’t enticing, but it’s too fast.”

“Do you not want to live with me?”

She taps her finger to her chin with mock exaggeration. “Hmmm,” she smiles sweetly at me. “I suppose my best friend does live here. Where is Shadow, anyway?”

“The mouth on you.” I move the tray to the nightstand before lunging at her. “I don’t know whether to kiss you stupid, shovemy cock in it to shut you up, or edge you until the only words coming out of that mouth are you begging to move in with me and to let you come.”

“That one, yep. Definitely that last one,” Lily giggles, pulling me down on her and smashing her lips against mine. Her tongue strokes against mine, tasting of berries and syrup. I let her think she’s in control, setting the pace as her hands trace the lines of my stomach.

When delicate fingers reach into my sweats, I pull off her and grab the hem of her shirt. Yanking it up her body, I get it halfway off her arms before using it to tie her wrists together. “If you move these hands, you get spanked. Understood?”

She nods rapidly, her eyes glowing with excitement. “Yes, sir.”

Blood rushes to my thickening cock at those words slipping from her mouth. I slid down the bed, happy to find her bare for me. Her chest heaves as she waits for my next move. Starting at the spot just below her ear, I suck until there is a little purple bruise before kissing my way down to the hollow of her throat. Licking my way to her collarbone, she lets out the softest whimper, encouraging me. I nip at her skin, making my way down to her pebbled nipples. Pulling one into my mouth, I pinch the other between my fingers and rub as my tongue flicks over the other.

“Will you move in with me?”

“No,” comes her breathy reply. Her back arches as I bite down on her nipple, but she clamps her mouth shut. I trail my free hand down her body until it meets the heat of her center.

“So wet for me, baby,” I smirk, shoving two fingers in her pussy. I continue to work her over, fucking her with my fingers while my palm rubs her clit. I alternate between her nipples, sucking one into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it, then biting down on the tender flesh.

Her breath hitches, as her body tenses on the verge of orgasm when I slip my hand from her. Her cry of frustration is music to my ears as I smile wickedly at her.

“Move in with me.”

“Make me come,” she snarks back.

My fingers return to her pussy as I push three fingers in this time, my thumb making quick circles around her clit. She writhes beneath me, her legs shaking as she bucks into my hand. I work her over again, bringing her right to the brink, only to pull away at the last second.

“Please baby,” she begs, “Please let me come.”

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