Page 180 of Toeing the Line

I don’t need to be told twice. I slip my fingers through her wet hair and mold my mouth to hers, tasting her, inhaling her. Her fingers find my shirt, clutching it, and my hands circle her back, pulling her tighter to me. I press kisses to her jaw, trailing my tongue down her neck, and then it all hits me. She’s holding on to me as if she’s afraid she’ll float away, and I bury my face into her neck.

“Faye, I’m so in love with you. I can’t see beyond it, and I don’t want to.”

She nods, pressing her forehead to mine.

“I love you so much, Zeke.”

I sigh and together we laugh, our lips pressed together. I show her the rest of the map between kisses and touches in the fogged-up truck. I tell her my plans and she tells me hers and by the time we’re ready to go back inside the house, I know that I’ll follow this girl to the end of the earth. And she’ll be there, holding my hand.

59

faye

Two weeks later…

“Wakey, wakey,” Zeke says into my hair.

I’ve only just settled into my Corvallis apartment with Aubrey, my new roommate. She’s a marine biology Ph.D. candidate from Ann Arbor who was a competitive figure skater turned roller derby player. Unsurprisingly, she and Zeke hit it off right away. They’ve bonded over shared injuries, some of which I wish I could un-know.

Zeke actually found his own studio apartment in our complex. Unbeknownst to me, he’d packed up his apartment in Zach and Sarah’s carriage house because he didn’t really need a home base anymore with the show going on the road. But when he asked what I thought about him getting a place in Corvallis for when he’s not traveling, I couldn’t think of a reason to say no. It’s just a flight of stairs and a short walk to see each other.

“You should come with me,” he says, as his clever hand drifts up the front of my camisole. His fingers roll my nipple and it sends a current straight to my clit. I bite back my moan as he drags his teeth lightly against my neck.

“Well, first, we need to get ready to see your family. And then, I need to come back here. Get settled into this place. Bond with my roommate. Find the good grocery store.”

“But when will you ever get the chance to see grown men playing volleyball meets football meets capoeira—which is basically Brazilian break-dance fighting—on trampolines?”

“When I see your show?” I say with a little giggle.

“You’re going to miss me when I leave,” he says into my ear.

He’s going straight to the airport after Thanksgiving dinner at his brother’s house, and then on to Oaxaca. He nips at my earlobe as his hand drifts slowly, lazily down my stomach.

“Mmm, maybe,” I say.

“You’ll miss this,” he says, nudging his hard dick between my ass cheeks.

“Hmm…” I say, wiggling my ass against his already hard cock. “I think I’ll be okay. I already charged my vibrator.”

He flips me onto my back, pushing his knee between my legs and grinding it against my already damp panties.

“I think I need to remind you whose orgasms those are,” he growls into my neck.

He pushes my camisole up and over my breasts as he licks and nips his way down my chest. When he gets to my bright pink panties, he carefully takes them off, and then places them on the nightstand next to his phone. He gives me a look, and I know those are going into his suitcase.

His shorts come off, and he slides his thick cock between my folds, coating himself in my wetness and rubbing along my clit until I’m gasping and pulsing, the heat pooling between my legs and the ache nearly unbearable.

“Zeke, I need you,” I say through a moan.

He reaches between us and runs his thumb over my clit. I buck into his hand and he chuckles.

“Whose clit is this?” He presses his mouth on my nipple and waits, his eyes on me, waiting for my answer.

“Yours,” I say.

He closes his lips around my nipple and sucks at the same time he brushes a circle around my clit. The sensation is electric. I throw my head back as the intense, white-hot pressure builds in my core. Then he stops.

“Fuck, Zeke…” I groan as he notches his lush, hot mushroom tip at my entrance.

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