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“And I want you to be mine.” No matter what she says I’ll always belong to her. But I really hope she says yes when I ask, “Be mine, Sloane.” With my thumb circling her little clit and my fingers snug in her pussy I do my best to convince her that I’m all in when it comes to her.
“I already am, you silly man,” she drawls out while moving her hips. “Oh my God,” she whispers out as my fingers do work. I barely hear it over the wet sounds her slick pussy makes.
“You got up on that stage last night and sang your fucking heart out for me in front of everyone. Now I want whoever’s out there to know you’re mine. Don’t get stage fright on me now Birdie, let them hear you. Let them hear how sexy you sound when you come all over my fingers.”
“Oh my soul, Chase, oh my God.” She clenches around me and comes while the most beautiful sound rips from her chest. My hand is soaked with her cum and theres no fucking way I’m letting it go to waste.
I shove it down my pants and squeeze my cock while she watches me jack off in my sweats.
With hazy eyes, she sits back on her haunches over my waist and precum spurts outta my tip when she licks her pretty lips.
She shocks the hell outta me when she pushes down my waistband and grabs my dick before it even springs free. She wraps her little hand around my shaft and her fist sits on top of mine. We find a rhythm and are instantly in sync, jerking me off.
I’m fucking possessed watching her touch me. My skin feels like it’s humming under her hand. I’m stripped down to grunts and the only warning she gets that I’m about to come is when my whole body convulses below her.
Come shoots up and out before running down our hands while we milk me dry. I groan through every second and my body shakes off the crazy intensity.
My prim and proper girl isn’t grossed out by the mess on her hand and gives my cock one final squeeze before pulling my sweats up and making sure my dick is tucked into my briefs while I try to summon my soul to return to my body.
With my chest still heaving, I look up at the full moon hanging low and shining bright. It’s no fucking match for the beautiful girl perched above me.
If the Northern Lights put on a one night show in the Virginia sky right now, I’d still only look at her.
She may have buttoned up her jeans and fixed her tits, but her sleepy eyes, dirt stained clothes, and satisfied smile tell the whole world what she’s gotten into tonight.Me, she’s gotten into me.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
IWAS TORNon what to do. He wanted me to come back to the hockey house with him but I wasn’t ready for him to see the parts of me that had the potential to turn him away. Especially when my latest cut might as well have his name sharpied above it. If we were really doing this then I’d have to tell him eventually but not tonight.
I offered to try to sneak him into the apartment building if he promised to behave but it was me who couldn’t be trusted whenhe smiled with those damn dimples. Judging from the past few hours, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to keep my hands to myself. This man had me hook, line, and sinker.
I’d never done anything like that before. All of my sexual encounters have been behind closed doors and involved a bed or a sofa. I’d never done anything more than kiss a boy outside let alone what we had just done.
I was a lost to the moment and him when he confidently admitted to hiding in the dark shadows to watch me. My soul has always sensed when he’s near, but hearing him say those words sent my heart into sensory overload.
I wanted to feel him everywhere. It was too intense to ignore. I couldn’t just have his eyes on me anymore. I wanted it all. I needed him and his kiss and his touch. I wanted anything he was willing to give me. And as soon as I touched him I wanted to make him come underneath the trees just like he had made me.
I was shocked into silence when he gave me those cranes. It was all sorts of romantic and one of the most thoughtful gifts anyone has ever gotten me, only bar none to my feather necklace from Davis.
He must’ve sensed my internal struggles about what to do and walked me to the building door. I could feel it in my chest that we were about to separate. I didn’t like it one bit. I was already considering giving in and going home with him just to ease the ache.
He kissed me something fierce when he said goodnight. It was like he was determined to erase anyone who had kissed me before him and ruin me for anyone who dare to come after. I couldn’t imagine there ever being anyone else. I was indefinitely his.
“Here, take this so ya don’t catch cold on your walk back,” I insist and start to wiggle outta his sweatshirt.
“I’ll be fine, you keep it,” he says and pulls it back down over me. “I want to see you wearing it at my games when you sit with B. All the girlfriends wear them.”
“Girlfriend, huh?” I look up at him from underneath my lashes and fiddle with the hoodie strings. “What makes ya think, I’m ready to say yes to that?”
“The same way I know that you look for me. You look to see if I’m there. You feel me, like I feel you,” he pauses and leans his forehead against mine. “I know I’ve already fucked up with you, but I’m trying to do better. This is me trying, Birdie, for me, for you, for us, I’m trying. And I want it all, every label along the way, so start by being my girl, be my girlfriend, Birdie,” he rubs the tip of his nose against mine. “Come on, say yes.”
“Yes, ya rascal,” I smile like a damn fool at this man, and I honest-to-God laugh when he picks me up and spins me around.
“Goodnight, girlfriend,” he says and pecks my lips. “Go inside, I’ll see you in the morning, Birdie.” The endearment melts my heart and it’s me this time that throws my arms around his neck and kisses him. See, I can’t be trusted with this man.My man.
“What’s tomorrow morning?” I ask him after pulling back from our hundredth kiss of the night. My lips already want another.
“You’ve got your kickboxing class. I’ll be right here when you leave and walk you, that way we can talk about you wearing this tomorrow night at the game. I want to look up and see your pretty face, you wearing my name and number, and hear you cheering me on.” I’ve figured he's had a good grasp on my comings and goings, but hearing him basically confirm it sends my heart skipping.
