Page 64 of Bounty
I took in the minute details as we walked to the building. Professional landscaping, community benches, and quiet corners all added to the cozy atmosphere. I couldn’t wait to snap some pictures and send them to my parents, although I’d refrain from posting anything online that gave away my location.
I’d learned the dangers of that the hard way.
Once we reached the third floor, Slice set the bags down, reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a set of keys.
“Your set is on your nightstand,” he said, fumbling with the keys before he successfully unlocked the door. He allowed me to enter first. The space was open, and natural light streamed through the large windows. A comfy-looking sectional faced a wall-mounted TV, a small bookshelf below the device. The kitchen was small but filled with modern appliances and a tiny island. Near the hallway, a dining table with two chairs was tucked in a corner.
Everything was orderly, but lacked personal touches, something I’d remedy. Ideas populated my mind. Throw pillows and blankets on the couch, a plant on the dining table, pretty artwork on the walls, and a fluffy rug to take up some of the empty space on the floor. However, home décor was an agenda for another day.
“What do you think?” he asked as I walked to the sliding door and peeked outside.
He’d managed to fit two lawn chairs and a little table on the small balcony. Already, I knew I’d be spending a lot of time there.
“This is amazing, Slice.” I faced him and smiled. We hadn’t seen each other in almost six weeks. Before he left and once I recovered, we’d gone on dates, including detours to motels. Slice had also introduced me to sex on the back of his bike. Ididn’t want him to think his hard work was unappreciated, but I wanted to feel his strong arms around me. My anxiety flared and I returned to topic. “When can we go shopping for decorations?”
The corner of his lips tilted into a smile and he shook his head, nodding to the room at large. “Amazing, huh?”
Though his tone was teasing, I rolled my eyes. “Every home needs decoration, so hush.”
“If you insist. C’mon, let me show you our room.”
We abandoned my luggage by the door. He led me down the short hallway where three doorways stood. He pushed open the one straight ahead and revealed a tidy bedroom. The walls were a calming shade of pastel blue, while the comforter was a deeper navy. Like the rest of the apartment, it was admirably neat, but in dire need of personalization.
Slice watched me closely as I examined the room. “What do you think?” he asked.
“Didn’t peg you as a neat freak.”
He opened his arms and I happily stepped into his embrace.
Those strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his chest. “You thought I was a slob who lived in filth?”
“A busy guy who couldn’t bother with housework,” I corrected, licking my lips and holding his gaze.
His eyes followed my tongue and he groaned. He leaned in, capturing my lips. I melted into him, my hands fisting his shirt. As our tongues met, everything felt right with the world. This new chapter of my life seemed straight out of one of my mom’s romance novels. After ups and downs, the hero gets the girl, and they find their happily-ever-after.
The kiss roughened and turned more demanding. I matched his urgency and tangled my fingers in his silky hair.
“Slice,” I breathed against his lips.
He grabbed my ass and I gasped.
Capturing my wrist, he guided my hand to the bulge in his jeans. A wave of heat swept through me at the feel of his thick hardness.
“Feel what you do to me, baby? That’s all for you.”
Desire jolted through me. Suddenly, the urge to taste him overtook me. Blowjobs weren’t my expertise, but you only perfected a skill with practice. His tongue had brought me intense pleasure, and I desperately wanted to return the favor. After a moment of hesitation, I dropped to my knees and grabbed his belt buckle, but didn’t undo it as smoothly as I imagined.
“Shit,” I mumbled as I struggled.
My cheeks heated at his deep chuckle.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart—”
“Shut up,” I ordered, glaring up at him. “I want to.”
His eyes darkened and he licked his lips. “Who am I to stop you? I’ve dreamed of my dick in your mouth.”
He removed the troublesome belt and tossed it aside. My fingers deftly unzipped his jeans, freeing his erection. Not wasting a second, I wrapped my lips around his cock tip and swirled my tongue.
