Page 47 of The Long Game

"Let’s go."

I carry her back to the house and don’t bother to put her down until I deposit her onto her bed upstairs.

Both of us are frantic to reconnect. We’re shredding off clothing to get naked as fast as we can. Lexi pulls at her shorts, and I stop to stare, waiting to see what color underwear she wore for me. Last night’s black lacy just about brought me to my knees to worship her.

Flesh colored granny panties?!

What the fuck?

She laughs as my eyes bulge at the display in front of me.

"What? Not what you were expecting?"

"If you think those hideous things are going to stop me from taking what’s rightfully mine, you have another thing coming. I know what you feel like now, baby. You could wear a cactus plant and I’d still endure the needles to get to that sweet spot."

She smiles, her cheeks slightly warming. Was she testing me? I stalk towards her, her face changes to my advances. She’s turned on and a little timid. She should be. I have big plans for her tonight.

I glide my hands on either side of her jaw and tilt her head up to meet my eyes. She grips my hands in response.

"You’re mine tonight, Lexi. I don’t give a shit what color underwear you wore because you won’t be wearing anything for the rest of the night." I lean in and kiss her, and she leans into my body. She’s giving herself up to me and I feel like a first-round pick.

I lay her on the bed as I begin to rub her clit, the way I know she likes it. Her hands find my ass as she tries to encourage me to grind into her harder. Her tiny little five-four body is no match for me and she’ll only get what I give her.

"I want you, Tucker."

Hearing her say that will never get old.

"I know baby, me too."

"No…Tucker…"

She pulls back and she makes sure I’m paying attention with her next words.

"I want you." I see the truth in her eyes and I realize what she means. She wants everything. She wants me inside of her as much as I want to be buried balls deep in her.

"Shit, you’re being serious?"

"Are you not…" She pauses.

"Interested? Yes, fuck yes! I don’t want to rush you. We don’t have to move this fast. I don’t want to screw this up. If you’re ready, I’d love nothing more than to be with you. But I can wait, too."

What I can’t do is lose you.

I want to say it, but I don’t. It’s too vulnerable and too honest.

"I’m ready." She nods.

I try to keep the smile from bursting through my face. I don’t want to seem overeager in case she wants to back out. I’d rather she backed out than have regrets.

"I should grab a few things — just in case."

She nods and I leave to grab condoms out of my room. Condoms I brought with no expectation but a shit ton of hope. Was I pushing her subconsciously? Was this right for me to let her go through with this if I thought she was feeling pressure from me? I couldn’t think of any reason I would have given her to make her think she couldn’t say no to me, right?

Shit, if I fuck this up. This could mess up the very best thing I’ve ever had. I grab the condoms anyway and head back to her room. These thoughts have never entered my mind before this.

Never had I wondered if the girl begging me to take her didn’t want to. Mostly because I was always casual with hooking up with women. I never pushed to sleep with someone. I was heavy handed with the flirting and then I let them suggest the next move. I always had more offers than I cared to collect on.

When I get back to the room, Lexi’s no longer wearing those dick-shriveling underwear, thank God. Her stunt was sadistic but then again…I kind of love this side of Lexi.

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