Page 46 of One More Round

He presses his forehead against mine and tells me that he’s proud of me. Then he kisses the tip of my nose.

Instead of pulling out his iPad again, we look out at the view of downtown. We talk about the city and what I liked about Indianapolis. I tell him about the Circle downtown and how it feels like you are in a different city when you visit Downtown Indy. I tell him about the Canal Walk and the outdoor concert venues. And that even though I was a teenager, I loved going to the city zoo, which was one of the best zoos in the nation. He asks questions and seems to really enjoy hearing about the part of my life that didn’t include him. The one thing he doesn’t like hearing is that I became an Indianapolis Colts fan and don’t love his beloved Packers anymore. I tell him to get over it, because I am pretty sure he also roots for the Bears, so he has no room to talk.

While it feels like only 20 minutes, we talk for over an hour before my parents come back from their meeting and are ready to go. Even though the day has been long and emotionally charged, I feel good. I think that I now have a better understanding of my mom’s reasons for always seeming biased where Todd and I are concerned. I feel better, for the first time ever, about where I stand with Todd. And mostly, I feel so much closer to Simon. He knows so much about me already, but I really feel that now we’re good and strong.

My parents ask if we want to head downtown for dinner, since Simon mentions this is the first time he’s been to Indy. We spend a couple of hours with them, and then they leave us to head back home. My mom hugs me and tells me to have fun and stay safe. And that they won’t wait up.

Having been left to our own devices, Simon and I go exploring. We stroll up and down the busy streets hand in hand. We stop for chocolates and then drink our soda from the old school soda shop on the steps of the Soldiers and Sailors Monument in the center of Indianapolis.

As it starts to get later, the music from the bars and clubs begins to pour into the streets. We pop into a few but we end up at the dueling piano bar. With drinks in hand, we find a table for two near the stage. It’s so much fun and the crowd is enjoying every minute of the duel. But at some point, during the show—probably about the time I killed my second, and last, lemon drop for the night—I become ultra-aware of everything Simon does and says. Every place he puts his hand. Every time he leans into me to tell me something. I know the exact distance between us and all I can think about is how I want more of him.

At first, I think it’s all one-sided until I feel his heated gaze. I turn to him and am greeted with lust-filled eyes. I blink, then look at his lips. He knows what he wants and doesn’t hesitate when he reaches up, grabbing the back of my head and pulling in for a kiss.

His lips are commanding, his tongue demanding. I drink it up and my hand goes to his hair pulling him in closer. Our heated kiss doesn't last long when he pulls back and looks me in the eyes.

“I want you so fucking bad. But I need to get another water in me before I can drive.”

“OK. I won’t jump you again.” I breathe heavily. Laughing, he shakes his head.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I jumped you.”

I just shrug. “Meh, who knows.”

“By all means, please feel free to jump me anytime.” He places his hand high enough on my thigh that heat scorches through my jeans and desire pools low in my core.

Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I wanted someone as badly as I want Simon. It’s like the past several months has been extended and angry foreplay. Until recently, the anger turned into more lustful, fierce desire.

I don’t know how we manage it, but we sit through several more duels and Simon’s two more waters and consume an order of mozzarella sticks without being kicked out for public indecency.

I might have kept my hands to myself, but my thoughts were on where I’d like to put my hands the entire time we sat there, pretending I didn’t want to just maul him.

“You ready to blow this Popsicle stand?” he finally asks.

Lifting a seductive eyebrow, I reply, “Well I mean, blow, lick, it’s up to you, but I’m ready.”

He nearly chokes on the last gulp of water he was taking. And as I stand I reach out and pat his back, biting back a giggle.

“You alright, big guy?” I ask.

He clears his throat a couple times, nodding his head in reply.

We walk a couple blocks back to the car in a nearby parking garage. In the car much like the night before, once we are out of downtown we are engulfed in the dark. Darkness just seems to fuel the aching want that has been building for hours. I reach my hand over and place it on his thigh.

“Do you think your parents will be up when we get back?” he asks casually.

“Hmm. I don’t know. It’s almost midnight and they will be up early in the morning.”

“Good, good,” he repeats to himself and nods his head.

I start to move my fingers around in different motions on his thigh. But that doesn’t placate me long, so I run my hand down the inside of his leg, brushing the growing length through his jeans. His right hand that was resting on the middle console shoots up to grab the steering wheel. He doesn’t say anything, but I can tell by his white knuckles my teasing is affecting him.

Even though I’m horny as hell and wouldn’t mind him just pulling the car over right now, I’m starting to have a bit of fun. I start in on the small talk first but continue to casually brush his hardness. The more I chat and ask him questions, the more he seems to struggle to focus on the conversation.

“Do you think that would be fun? I mean it would be totally nerdy, but Morgan is obsessed with cereal and she would love it.”

“Hmm. Yeah. Sure.”

“But like, we’d all have to bring our favorite box of cereal and if you have a milk preference, you’d bring milk too. We’d end up with like eight or more cereals and way too much milk.” I brush along his dick this time with a bit more pressure.

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