Page 11 of Spring Surprise
“And of those twenty-five days, how many hours per day do we spend in each other’s company, eating, watching TV, doing household chores, taking care of our… TJ?”
“On average? At least five or six during weekdays, more on weekends. What are you getting at?”
“If all those hours were weekly or bi-weekly dates, we’d be exclusive for months already and probably be sleeping together, too, or at least I hope we would. You haven’t done anything with anyone else outside of work and home, and neither have I, unless you’re getting a quickie on your lunch hours?”
Toby snorts.
“You may not know everything about me, and I’m sure I don’t know everything about you, but what I’ve learned so far tells me I like what I see. I trust you with TJ and more. I’m hoping you feel the same way. Can’t you see I’m attracted to you, Toby?” I place my palm on his cheek, delighting in the coarseness of his close-cropped beard. “You say ‘you don’t do relationships,’ but what we’ve been doing for the past month? Is exactly that—a relationship.”
Toby stiffens and refuses to meet my gaze. I want to wrap myself tighter around him, cling to him, make him see how perfect we could be together. I know he wants me as much as I want him, but this is his decision. I would never try to force him into anything, especially what’s been growing between us. I offer him a lopsided smile and loosen my hold.
Chapter 11
Tobias
The ticking of the Wrangler’s engine is loud in the darkness. What the hell am I doing? This is exactly what I set out to do, and now I’m screwing it up by being a chicken shit?
Fuck that!
Neely is not Therese. She’s proved it by saving TJ’s life and putting him first, every day since I met her. She’s proving it again by not making my hang-ups about her. There is no drama with Neely. No ridiculous demands. No theatrics or ulterior motives. The compassion in her eyes and crooked understanding smile as she pulls away are nearly my undoing.
“Stop.” More than ready to reboot what I knocked offline; I swoop in to take her lips in a searing kiss and crack my forehead against the frame of the vehicle. “Ow.”
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” Neely tries to smother a giggle and fails.
“I nearly give myself a concussion, and you laugh? That’s plain evil, woman.” Snagging her arms, I pull her out of the SUV.I heft her onto my shoulder and head into the house. Still laughing, Neely squirms to get free. I smack her ass. “Behave.”
My steps aren’t slow, but they are deliberate as I bypass the living room, as well as the bedroom Neely and TJ are staying in. Taking the stairs to the loft, I toss her onto my unmade bed and follow her down. I give her the kiss I intended to outside, scorching heat, tongue, and teeth, lips battling for dominance.
Neely’s hands sink into my hair as she wraps her legs around me, locking her ankles again, pulling me tight against her center until it’s hard to determine who’s in charge. She’s not shy and proves it as she rips her mouth away and gives me orders.
“Clothes. Off now. I need…”
“Need what?”
“You bare against me… inside me.”
God damn.
I sit up, straddling her between my knees. A groan pours from my lips as her hips wiggle beneath me. Peripherally, I hear the sounds of one of her shoes and then the other hitting the floor behind me. With a one-armed tug, I yank my shirt off over my head and reach for my belt.
Neely’s nimble fingers beat me there and have my belt undone and my fly open in no time. Her eyes are half-lidded, and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth as she concentrates on brushing her soft fingers over my restricted erection. I shudder, lost in the sensation of painful pleasure.
The world turns sideways as Neely flips our positions, and my back hits the mattress. She gives me a grin so carnal my breath catches, and I shudder beneath her. She leans forward, capturing and moving my hands until they rest next to my head.
“Keep them right here, understand?” Surprising myself, I agree to her demand. Holy shit! I’ve never had a woman take control before, and let me tell you, it’s fucking sexy as hell. In a move that reminds me of moonlight rippling over water, Neely slowly runs her mouth along my jaw and into that sweet spot on my neck before moving lower. Her lips dance over my chest and abdomen, into the V created by my open fly. The myriad of sensations her muggy breath and lips create leave me shaking and primed as she works her way down my body and off the bed, taking my pants and underwear along with her.
My cock bobs as my boots hit the floor in rapid succession, and then I’m laid bare before her as she yanks my pants off from around my ankles.
“Condom?”
“There.” I tip my head toward the dresser. “Second drawer.”
I can’t take my eyes off her as she glides across the room to retrieve our protection. Once it’s in her hand, she returns to the foot of the bed, doing a slow striptease, revealing those spectacular tits I’ve dreamed about and jerked off to since I saw them last.
Each sensual movement she makes blends into another, keeping me enthralled and rock hard. When she’s completely bare, Neely climbs onto the bed, her knees straddling my calves. Her hands glide up my thighs, followed by her lips, and then her breasts until she reaches my cock.
I wish I had a mirror set up behind her so I could see her ass in the air hovering over me, but the thought disappears like smoke as she sucks the tip of my shaft between her lips and then swallows me whole. I’m lost to the sensation of her mouth pulling me closer to the edge.
