Page 68 of Your Pucking Mom

Before I could respond, his lips crashed into mine, the kiss intense but fleeting, as if he feared I might slip away at any moment.

“I need another shower,” Ledger said, his arm wrapped around me.

“Me too. I stink.”

“Can I help you?”

Little did he know what that question did for me, what it felt like to be so fucking…loved.

No. It wasn’t love. He cared for me. He was a gentle person, a kind lover, but I was forbidden from dating him. We would just have this night together, and that’d be all. I knew I’d said that the other times, but for some reason, tonight felt different.

Yet something inside me shifted. I had power and control in this situation. “Auburn?” Ledger said with concern. His fingers caressed my cheek, then I realized he was wiping away tears.

“What’s wrong?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. I just?—”

It wasn’t the time. He felt like the right person, the one I wanted to lay it all bare for because of what we’d shared physically, but this wasn’t the right time.

“I just have a complicated relationship with life.”

He nodded as if he understood my weird statement. “I get it.”

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I understood exactly what she meant, little did she know I, too, had a complicated life. After what transpired tonight, there was no way I would let her go. She was mine, and I’d crawl through the trenches to make sure this didn’t end tonight, even if that meant I could only be her friend in public.

“Come, let me wash you.” I sensed she didn’t want to push this any further, but watching those tears fall from her face was killing me.

She agreed, and I lifted her bridal-style and walked to the bathroom before gently dropping her to her feet.

Before I turned on the shower, I grabbed her rubber band from the bed and put her hair up in a bun.

“I heard that people with curly hair sometimes have a whole process of how they wash it, so I don’t want to get it wet before tomorrow.”

Her jaw dropped. “How do you know that?”

I shrugged as I turned on the water. “I looked it up.”

She laughed. “How? Why?”

I loved the way she smiled and the way her joy radiated through the entire room, warming it up. “I don’t know. I looked up if I needed to treat curly hair any differently, like if I wanted to make a handlebar out of you if that was okay or somehow going to ruin the curls.”

I guided her into the warm water, letting it soak her. Her eyes widened, lips slightly parted. “What?” I asked, rubbing her shoulders with some soap from the hotel.

She whipped around to face me and pushed me against the tile wall. “I have so many questions.” The corners of my lips turned up. “First, that is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” I chuckled. “Second, what is a handlebar?”

My laughter intensified as my lips brushed against the sweet strawberry-scented ones in front of me. I grabbed a handful of her curls on the top of her head and gave a gentle push, causing her knees to buckle.

“A handlebar, Sunshine.” My cock twitched again, imagining the way her lips would feel against my thick, wet length. “It’s what I use to hold while I fuck your face.”

A blush crept into her cheeks as I let go of her hair, lifting her back up. “Oh.”

She turned back to face the water of the shower. “I’d be your handlebar anytime.”

Fuck me.

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