Page 57 of Blindsided

Our eyes stay locked on each other as my long thrusts press deeper into her body. Each movement is slow and measured until the base of my cock presses against her clit. The connection is intense and more intimate than anything we’ve done before.

“You’re mine, pretty girl,” I whisper.

She lifts her head to kiss me. “I don’t want to be anything else.”

My hips snap just a little faster. It’s not the frenzied fucking we usually have, but something more passionate. It’s our souls connecting as our bodies bring us as close together as possible.

Tilly’s eyes flutter closed as her pussy tightens around me. She gasps into my mouth, her orgasm starting a chain reaction for my own. When we finally catch our breaths, I lie down next to her and pull her into my chest. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more, pretty girl. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.”

“I’ll never let you go, Matty. Not now that I know what it’s like to live life by your side. I’ve never felt safer than when I’m in your arms.”

I press a kiss on the top of Tilly’s head as we both soak in this moment. I need to be getting ready for work, but I’d rather be late than have to stop holding my girl.

* * *

My cell phone rings in my drawer, and I pull it out, expecting to see Tilly’s name on the screen. Instead, it’s Desmond, and my stomach tightens. My dread grows every time he calls now. After this morning, I’ve finally accepted the fact that I’m in love with Tilly. I almost told her, but one thought kept me from forming the words.

She hasn’t officially told me she’s coming back after she closes on her apartment. All this time, I’ve been under the assumption that she would. But over the past couple of weeks, she hasn’t mentioned anything after her trip to the city. I figured we’d be making plans to get her stuff moved here so she could stay by now. Except, she hasn’t said a single word about it.

“Hey, Des. What’s up?”

“Not much. I’m taking advantage of the only good part of losing in the playoffs. An early vacation to the Cayman Islands.”

“That sounds amazing. I’m jealous.”

“Dude, you should shove off work and come down here. I don’t know if I just got lucky, but the women are hot, and the drinks are strong.”

I laugh. A few months ago, I’d be all over his offer. Now, all I want to do is take Tilly on vacation and drown myself in her body instead of some nameless stranger. “Wish I could, man.”

“Oh, come on. The Matthew I used to know would’ve been hopping on a plane at the first sound of hot, willing women.”

“I guess I’ve started changing my tune.”

“Lame. Anyway, just wanted to check on my sister. She’s supposed to come to the city in a couple of weeks, right?”

“Yeah, she’s scheduled to close on her apartment on the twenty-fourth.”

“Perfect. I’ll be there. Can you tell her I’ve got movers scheduled to put her stuff in storage until she finds a place? What the hell is taking her so long?”

“She hates not being able to see the places in person.” Which is true. When she first started looking, she said it was hard to trust the pictures. A lot of them made the space look huge when it was only 900 square feet. Granted, that was during the first couple of weeks she was staying with me. I’m not sure she’s looked at houses since.

“I guess that makes sense. She can just stay with me while she tours new places.”

My stomach knots, and I have to swallow down my emotions. “Yeah, sounds good.”

“You okay, man?”

I clear my throat. “I’m fine. Just got an email that distracted me.”

“Oh, shit. I forgot what day it is. My bad. I’ll let you go, then.”

“Totally fine, but I should get back to it,” I respond.

“Sounds good. We’ll talk later.”

“Later.” I sit my phone down on top of my desk and exhale a deep breath.

I can’t keep doing this.

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