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“No. I’m…I…”
“Take a minute and figure it out there, Reaper.”
Is he right? Is that what it is? I’ve never been in love before so I don’t know. I know everything E said is true. Fuck.AmIinlove?
“Fuck.”
“This is a good thing, Gage. Don’t let it freak you out. Trust me. Whatever you’re thinking and feeling, she is, too.”
“How do you know?”
“Everyone knows. Except the two of you, apparently.”
“Really?”
“Uh…yeah. We’ve all been waiting for you to make it official.”
“Fuck, E…just…fuck.”
“Let me ask you something. All that time you spent together before her birthday, even sleeping in the same bed...why didn’t you fuck her? And don’t tell me it was the age thing.”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “It just didn’t feel right.”
“Because you knew, even then, that she wasn’t like the bitches you fuck and duck. You said it yourself you knew she was different. You’ve known all along that she’s the one. You just need to acknowledge and accept it, brother.”
The door opens and she comes breezing in. The smile on her face mesmerizes me. My heart beats double-time, and I just want to pull her into my arms.Is this what love is?
She drops her shopping bags on the floor and walks farther into the room.
“Hey, Dr. E!”
“Hey, beautiful. I hope that was his money you were spending and not yours.”
“Of course! But don’t worry, baby. I got you something, too.”
She turns to me and her smile fades. Her eyes widen and then slide down my body hungrily. My dick starts rising to the occasion.
“Uh…I’ll see you two later.” E chuckles and leaves, locking the door behind him.
Raven licks her lips and moves toward me slowly. “I just wanna lick the sweat off you.”
She stops, reaches under her skirt, and pulls her panties down. I watch as she kicks them off along with her shoes. She resumes her journey, removing her top along the way. She’s naked by the time she’s standing in front of me. My hands are twitching from wanting to touch her, my dick hard as a rock. She places her hands on my hips and trails her tongue from my sternum up to my neck. That does it.
I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck. I move to the chair and she adjusts her legs so I can sit.
“I love how you smell, even when you’re stinky.”
“I stink?”
She giggles. “Iloveit. Let’s call it…‘musky’.”
“Okay, why don’t you sit on mymuskydick?”
“Eww. That isnotsexy,” she giggles.
“You said it, not me.”
“Fine. I take it back then.”
