Page 97 of Returning Your Love
I set my cell aside. “Stay here with me,” I said, ignoring his question. “The whole weekend. From now through Monday morning.”
“I gotta?—”
“Don’teven,” I barked, cutting him off. I rolled into him, gathering his sleepy warmth up in my arms, throwing my leg over his so he couldn’t escape me.
Chaz sighed and nuzzled my neck, snaking a lazy arm over my back to hold me just as tightly as I did him. “M’kay.”
“Yeah?” I double-checked to make sure we were on the same page already.
“Yeah.”
“Love this,” I whispered against his hair, my heart light and every part of my body relaxed except for my morning wood pressing against his. “Waking up with you. Want to do it every day.”
“Same.”
I mentally raised a fist in victory that felt sweeter than every time I had run into the end zone with a ball clutched to my chest. “So, I just gave my two weeks’ notice and told my landlord I’m breaking the lease early.”
“What the…” Chaz pulled away from my neck and blinked bleary hazel eyes until he could focus on my face. “Huh?”
“I’m quitting my job and moving back to Pippen Creek because I hate Berlin and sitting at a desk nine-to-five.” I grinned when he stared over my spewed explanation. “How’s your hole?”
“Huh?”
“Your ass.” I tried again to make sense through his fuzzy brain that couldn’t keep up with my wired one. “Is it sore? Or are you ready for another pounding?”
His brow furrowed slightly, gaze going glazed like his sleepy mind turned inward to check. “Uh…yeah, I think there’s gonna be an exit only sign for another day at least.”
“Blow jobs are always fun in the morning.” I waggled my eyebrows.
Chaz huffed a laugh. “Since when are you a morning person?”
“Since opening my eyes to your fine self all up in my space and not trying to escape unnoticed like you’ve done when I’ve woken up beside you in the past.”
His eye widened slightly.
“So Iwasright.” I grinned, expecting I looked a bit manic but couldn’t help myself. I was happy, goddamnit. “We’ll be talking about that in the near future, but for now…” I grabbed hold of his ass and squeezed.
“Mmm.” He rubbed his body on me, his cock the same state of granite as mine. “Thisiskinda nice.”
Time to change the subject yet again because my greediness for Chaz would never be sated. “Never had a dick in your mouth, right?”
“No, but I want yours.” The tiredness seemed to have faded, heat now kindling in his eyes.
“Then get this peach of an ass over here in my face and show me how easily I can make you gag.” I slapped the flesh I’d been kneading.
“Wait…what? How does that?—”
“Sixty-nine, baby,” I whispered against his lips, foul morning breath be damned. “Think you can handle my cock down your throat?” My dick throbbed against his at the image in my head.
“Might have practiced a little for that too.”
I drew back, eyes wide. “The fuck—seriously?”
Red flushed Chaz’s cheeks. “I, uh, wanted to be sure I could satisfy you since I couldn’t…”
“Hey.” I pressed my fingers over his mouth to keep him from bring up how nothing he ever did had been good enough for the last person he’d been in a relationship with. I was not her. Didn’t have any big dreams other than spending my life with him, so there was zero chance he’d ever fail. “It’ll be awesome no matter what because it’s you, and you’re already perfect in my eyes. Always have been.”
Chaz released a heavy exhale as though relieved.
