Page 101 of Not Over You

“Yum.”

I tilted my head and watched her. She enjoyed everything. It was a great trait to have.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” She pointed to my burger and then reached for a slice of the kids’ size pizza and dipped it in ranch as well.

I lifted the top bun off my burger and put ketchup on it. I cut it in half. “You want a bite?” I dipped it in ranch dressing.

She grinned from ear to ear. I chuckled. She leaned toward me and opened her mouth wide. I held the burger to her mouth, and she took a bite. Ranch dressing covered her lips. Her eyes closed as she chewed the burger. I leaned in and licked the corner of her lips.

She gasped and opened her eyes.

“You don’t like ranch dressing.” She licked her lips.

“You make everything taste good.” Our conversation about Michael forgotten. It wasn’t gone, in the back of her head, it stewed.

If she really knew what we all thought of her, it would blow her mind.

CIARA

Bishop hoped I’d end up with Roman and Michael was into to me too.

It was strange the way Ricky spoke, as if he didn’t care his best friends all wanted me. Bishop kept the guys’ secrets from me.

He had always been affectionate. Countless times, I’d end up on his lap or on his shoulders. It was nothing for one of them, especially Ricky, to offer me a piggyback ride, or scoop me up and jump in the pool with me screaming and giggling in his arms. All his attention was on me, then it abruptly stopped. Now, he couldn’t keep his hands off me.

A wandering hand up my shirt or a kiss on the side of my mouth or in my hair. I was confident in my skin, but never spread my legs for a guy to explore at his leisure. I told myself to be brave, he wouldn’t hurt me, but somewhere in the back of my brain, I knew I would get hurt.

Not because he had to leave in a few hours, but because despite our hearts and our desires, Ricky was loyal to my brother and would never go against his wishes, living or dead.

I ate aimlessly but didn’t taste much.

What would happen tomorrow? Next week? Next year? I pushed the food away, grabbed my apple juice, and rolled to the other side of the bed. A chill ran through me and suddenly I was cold. I shivered and crawled under the covers. I watched him finish his burger. He reached out with one hand, and I took it. The gesture made my heart swell.

He finished his fries and his beer. He took his time. The silence stretched out between us. When he finished, he kissed my hand and let it go. I immediately missed his touch. He stood and stretched. His cock stood at attention.

“The food was that good?” I pointed at his manhood.

“No, baby girl.” He slid in under the covers and turned to face me. “That’s all you.”

I sat my glass down and pushed the covers off him to look at him. “Can I touch it?” I asked. He grinned.

“You may and thanks for asking.” He kissed the side of my face. His lips lingered. I gripped his cock and stroked it. He grunted and put his arm around me. He pulled up my T-shirt and squeezed my ass.

“You didn’t ask for permission to touch me.” I tilted my head to look back at him.

“I can’t help myself.” He closed his eyes.

“You used to touch me all the time.”

His eyes popped open.

“Not like this.” I giggled. “But I remember you holding my hand and piggyback rides. Is it weird?”

“I didn’t have feelings for you the way I do now. Or at your seventeenth birthday.” He rubbed his face. “Before then, I was protective of you, but I think I had a need to take care of people and you let me take care of you.”

“Do you know the first time I liked you?” I continued stroking him slowly. It grew harder in my hand.

“I’m not sure I want to know.” He leaned his head back again.

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