Page 128 of Famous Last Words
I grin. So far, she’s up to sixty-two, even though I’ve tried to tell her my arms are classed as sleeves and technically equate to one tattoo each, but her stubborn ass is having none of it, and she’s determined to tally up the total. I have no idea why.
“But mostly, you belong here, with me, because when you’re not here, nothing feels right.”
“Aw, Robbie,” she whispers, her smile watery.
“So, will you?” I press, tugging on her t-shirt to bring her closer until my lips are grazing hers. “Move in with me?”
“What about when you’re away?”
“Then all I’ll be thinking about is coming home. To my girl.” I lick her bottom lip, smirking at the feel of her body shuddering in response.
“Okay… what about when I want to have friends over for a girls’ night?”
“I’ll make sure the wine is stocked before I head over to Dallas’s to playCall of Dutywith the guys,” I say, adding another sweep of her lips with my tongue.
Fran sighs, and I can tell I’m breaking down her walls.
“And what about if?—”
I silence her by claiming her lips with mine, coaxing her mouth open with my tongue. She melts into me, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck and holding me close, accepting my kiss with a throaty moan.
“Can I have full closet control?” She practically whimpers against my lips, grinding her pussy against me.
I palm her ass cheeks to help her gain even more friction against my hardening cock. “Baby, you can have the whole fucking closet, for all I care.”
She sucks in a gasp, her fingers tugging on the lengths of my hair as she frantically chases the high she suddenly needs.
“Just say yes, Keller,” I murmur into our kiss with a sly grin. “Or I’ll fuck a yes out of you right here, right now.Loser comes first.”
“Yes,” she sighs.
I pull back enough to get a good look at her, her face a flurry of lust and need, hooded eyes glazed and frenzied. “Yes, you’ll move in with me, or yes, I can fuck a yes out of you. Use your words, Keller,” I chide teasingly.
With a frustrated whimper, she manages to somewhat pull herself together, looking me in my eyes, and fuck she’s beautiful when she’s on the verge of losing control, wide eyes, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, chest heaving.
“Yes, I’ll move in with you,” she says with a rushed breath.
My shoulders sag with relief, and I can’t contain the shit-eating grin from claiming me. “Yeah?”
She nods, her smile shy and adorable.
I thrust my hips up, pushing her harder against me, watching her eyes roll back.
Leaning closer, I lick my tongue into her mouth. “Can I still fuck you?”
“Robbie, it is a horror movie kill scene down there,” she whines against my lips.
“I know, Keller… I was asked for a photo with a fan in CVS this morning while I was loaded down with your pads and tampons. It’s all over the internet.” I swear I’ve never been this hard before. “Let me make you feel good, baby.”
She pulls back, studying me a moment. “You’re seriously not grossed out?”
I offer her a small smile I’m sure totally contradicts the fact that my impatient cock is currently pressed up against her cunt. “I love all of you, Fran.” I lower my voice to a whisper as I add, “Even the gross shit.”
She giggles, ducking her chin and averting her gaze downwards before looking back up at me. “If only high school Fran and Robbie could see us now.”
“I love you, Keller.” I chuckle. “Even though you made me shit my pants.”
Fran’s gaze dips down to my lips and back again before she leans in with the ghost of a kiss. “I love you.”
