Page 51 of On The Rocks

“You don’t want to…”

“You said you needed a little time. I’m in no rush.”

My dick didn’t agree, but I kind of enjoyed keeping her off-balance.

She didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands, and finally, she smoothed them down my back. “This wasn’t what I thought was going to happen,” she said quietly.

“Me, neither,” I confessed.

“So, you don’t do this super seduction scene for every woman?”

I lifted my head. “I’m a touchy guy. You’ll get used to it.”

“I’m not really the cuddly type.” Her foot rubbed against my outer thigh. I wasn’t sure she even realized she was doing it. I had a feeling Lennon was just as starved for touch as I was, she just didn’t want to admit it.

“We’ll see about that.” I pushed up, moving away from the warmth of her body, then rolled her over onto her front.

“Hey.”

“Relax. Take off my shirt.” I got up and went into the bathroom. I grabbed a bottle of lotion and pocketed a condom, hopeful that she wouldn’t make some excuse to disappear.

“So bossy,” she called out to me.

But when I came out, my shirt was tucked under her head which was resting on her stacked arms. She was only wearing her cotton thong, which was next to nothing.

Damn.

Resolute, I crawled over her and straddled her thighs.

She lifted her head and glanced back at me. “No butt stuff, pal.”

I laughed. “Understood.” I squirted some of the scentless lotion on my hands and rubbed it enough to warm it up a bit, then I firmly dug into her shoulders with my fingertips.

She groaned as I rubbed out all the knots in her shoulders. “This is not going to get you laid. This is going to put me to sleep.”

“Shut up and relax.”

“Your funeral for that hard dick digging into my ass.”

She wasn’t wrong, but I was too high on soothing her and making her comfortable with my touch. Something inside me knew that if I didn’t go slow, she’d be gone once the sweat dried on our skin.

It took awhile, but she finally relaxed under my touch.

And true to her word, shediddrift off.

I stretched out beside her for awhile, but I was too wound up. I dropped the fuzzy blanket from last night over her and quietly left her to shower off the last of the previous night’s sins.

The sun was well into the sky when I tugged on a pair of sweatpants and added my hopeful condom to the pocket before I wandered out to the main living area.

I checked my phone and found a few messages from Beckett and Justin.

Beckett:

You playing hooky today?

Justin:

Yeah, hooky isn’t what he’s playing.

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