Page 57 of Sticking Out

“No, but that’s the perfect way to describe what I’m feeling right now.” I arch a brow as he puts his hands on my hips and shapes my curves. “You look so beautiful, I think I should tear this dress from your body, toss you on that bed, and have my way with you.”

“While I love that idea, I don’t want to keep the girls waiting, and you…” I turn, and the second I see him, I melt a little inside. “You have a pool game and beer to get to.”

“That beer won’t taste nearly as good as you,” he assures me.

I put my arms around him. “Funny you should say that. I was thinking no matter what I order tonight...” I slide a hand between our bodies and cup his thickening cock. “…it won’t sate my appetite, like you do.” He thickens in my hand and I chuckle, loving what I can do to this man. I haven’t gotten pregnant yet, but knowing he loves me, knowing he isn’t looking to move on with his life, takes a bit of the pressure off to get it done fast. Besides, we’re both enjoying the process.

“Can’t we stay in and have sex?”

He pouts and it almost makes it hard to say no. “No. That doesn’t mean we can’t have sex later, though.” I step away from him, walk to my phone, take a boob shot, and send it to him. Honestly, I can’t believe who I’ve become with him. He really brought me out of my shell, made me more confident in myself. His phone pings and he pulls it from his pocket.

A wide grin turns up the corners of his lips as he opens the message. “Oh la la.”

I laugh hard. “That’ll give you something to look forward to.”

“Sporting a boner all night while with the guys isn’t going to be fun.”

I tap the air. “Maybe not, but what we’re going to do later is.”

His shoulders slump. “Babe, you’re killing me.”

I walk back to him, go up on my toes, and throw my arms around his shoulders. “Aww, I’m sorry.” I kiss him, and he deepens it, moving his hard cock against my body. By the time we break the kiss, I’m flushed and breathless and when I take in his mischievous grin, I realize what he’s doing.

“Not fair.”

“Two can play your game,” he tells me with a wink.

I fan my face and pick up my brush, needing the distraction. He steps up behind me and kisses the side of my neck. “Cut it out, Conner.” I moan, and lean into him, my words saying one thing while my body tells an entirely different story.

His phone pings again, and he groans. “That better be another picture of you.”

“Nope.”

He inches back, and reads the message. I watch him in the mirror as he furrows his brow, and messages something back. “I gotta run. Ash asked if I’d pick him up.”

My ears perk up. “Oh, good. Get all the deets on him and Gina.”

“No, I’m not doing that.”

“Come on, for me.”

He groans. “I’d do just about anything for you, but we are minding our own business and not playing matchmaker.” I’m about to protest. “Isn’t Gina going to be there tonight? Ask her yourself.”

I lift my chin. “Maybe I will.”

“Good, do it.” He holds his hands up. “I am not getting involved in your scheme.”

I laugh, turn to him and point my brush. “Are we having our first fight?”

He grins. “It’s not much of a fight.” His lips land on mine. “I’ll see you later. You’re good getting to the restaurant?”

“Yes, you go have fun with the guys, and we’ll have fun talking about all you guys.”

He laughs as he walks out of the room, and I stare at his cute buttocks. When it comes to personalities, the man is a cinnamon roll. Not that there’s anything soft about him or his butt, but his backside is sweet, like him. How the heck did I get so lucky to have this man in my life for so long?

I listen to his footsteps on the stairs, and the downstairs door opens and closes. I lean against the dresser and glance around his bedroom. He might be a bachelor, yet everything about his place is cozy. Will we live together someday? Raise a baby together? Heck, if you have love, you have everything, right? I’d much prefer to stay here, where old memories didn’t haunt us and we can make new ones. Am I getting ahead of myself? I mean, love is love and that’s great. There’s no talk of marriage, and yeah, okay, I am getting ahead of myself. I’ve just never been so happy or giddy before.

The bed sheets are still a bit mussed from earlier, when we were snuggling, and I walk over and fix them. As I trail my fingers over the pillows, I imagine all the ways we’ll mess the bed up tonight.

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