Page 35 of Three Not-So-Little Words
God love him.
He pays attention to what I like and does it. Period.
Now, it’s my turn to finish him. Rolling my hips in a circular motion, I continue to move up and down.
“Oh, yeah,” he whispers. “Just like that.”
Pulling me down, he kisses me as he finishes.
“Wow,” he says as I collapse next to him.
“No kidding.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Back at you.” I look over at him and smile.
He stands up to go to the bathroom and get rid of the condom. I can’t help but watch as he walks away. The tattoos on his arms continue onto his shoulders and down his back. Most of them are in all black ink, but there are pops of color scattered throughout.
When he comes back to join me, I turn on my side so that I’m facing him.
He asks, “What are you doing today? Are you ready for me to get out of here?”
Usually, after my sexy encounters, I’m ready to go about my business. If the sex is good, we may do it again, but I’m typically pretty on-the-go, so I don’t hang around much. I travel too much to be tied down to anything.
But now that I’m back in Lilly Leaf Falls on more of a permanent basis, I have nothing that is pulling me away. I literally have nowhere else to be right now.
I answer with, “I don't have anything going on. You don’t have to rush off…unless you have stuff you need to go do.”
He glances over at the clock that reads:11:30.
Man, good sex really wears you out.
“I don’t have to be home until this evening.”
“Hot date?” I joke.
“No, nothing like that. I start my job at the shop tomorrow and want to make sure I’m rested.”
My face scrunches up. “You’ll be working with my brother.”
“Who’s your brother?”
“Dylan.”
“Oh, right. Duh. Jack told me he was his soon-to-be brother-in-law. I guess I just didn’t put two and two together that you were siblings.”
“Twins actually,” I tell him.
“Do you have that weird twin telepathy thing?”
Why does everybody always assume that?
Even people in our own family think we’ve got a freaky twin thing.
“Oh, yeah,” I say. “When he feels any pain, I feel it too. Even something as small as a papercut.”
“Really?”
