Page 18 of Can't Walk Away

He always catches me staring at him when he’s in the shorts and even now, I can feel his cock hardening and it’s making me squirm. I just had him inside me at lunch and now I want him again.

“Chey, Honey, you keep moving, I’m gonna flip you over and give you what you want,” he says with a laugh.

“You act like that’s a bad thing,” I say saucily and lick my lips while looking at Jase as I move down his body. I know what I want. I want his cock in my mouth. I want to watch him lose control and give him what I know he loves.

I slowly glide down in between his legs. I take my time as I lick, kiss, and nip my way down his chest to his abdomen, slowly licking the lines of his abs.

“Fuck, Chey,” he grumbles as he grasps my hair, almost tugging it to where he wants me most, but not quite. I slowly peel down his shorts and his cock is right there, long and hard. His head is glistening with wetness and I lap it up as if it’s my last meal. I don’t waste my time. I want him and his taste. I bring my lips down around the shaft, flattening my tongue and using just the right amount of pressure, exactly how Jase taught me to. My hands cup his balls and play with them. Jase’s hands are still in my hair, but I can see his head is tossed back and he’s thrusting his hips up to help me take all of his length into my mouth.

“Back off if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, Honey,” he states, and I know that I want him in my mouth. I want his taste lingering on my lips, and I want to savor every moment. My eyes never leave his as I watch his face contort in pleasure as he comes down my throat.

I slowly lick him clean and then settle in next to him. We replaced the couch. His was old and uncomfortable. We went to the furniture store and must have sat on every couch in there until we found the perfect one. The only thing we couldn’t agree on was the color. He wanted the couch right then and there and I was okay to wait until we could agree on a color. We had our first disagreement in the furniture store. It was hardly an argument. I basically said we shouldn’t settle. It’s an investment, one that we’ll have for many years and he finally agreed. We walked out of the store hand in hand and the couch was delivered the next week. Looking back at it now, I’d argue all over again to have this experience on the couch again.

“What are you grinning about?” he interrupts my stroll down memory lane.

“About this couch,” I say with a smile.

“Best decision we made for this house, yet,” his hair is tousled and he’s a lot more relaxed than he was earlier this afternoon.

“I have to agree with you. I think you drained all of my energy dry. Give me a few minutes and I’ll take care of you,” Jase tucks me into his side as his eyes slowly lower down.

“That wasn’t for me, Baby. It was just for you,” I tell him as I settle in and watch baseball with him.

16

Jase

A lot of people would say Chey moving into my house is too soon. She’s too young, you don’t know each other enough. What they didn’t know was I knew everything I could. Forcing myself to stay away from her was hard. There were times I was ready to hop on a plane, go to her college, and bring her home. Yeah, that might sound a bit like how Tarzan did it. But I have to say it definitely seemed like a great idea at the time. I’m glad that I waited as hard as it was.

Now I’m sitting outside a jewelry shop waiting for Phil to get here. He knew I wanted to make Cheyenne mine in every single way. I’m just not sure he knew I’d want to marry her as much as I do. When you wait for three years and only get to see the woman you know was made for you a few times a year. You don’t fucking wait.

I get out of the truck and watch as Phil pulls in. He’s out of his truck and coming towards me. He may have been my best friend for the past six years, but that doesn’t mean he’ll give me his blessing to marry his daughter right away. I can see the strain on his face as he says, “Fuck. I knew you weren’t wasting time, but you want to ask her to marry you now?”

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