Page 10 of She's Mine

“W…what?” I pull back from him, but he doesn’t let me go very far.

“Just so you know.”

Just so I know? Does he do this a lot, go around, and talk to women like this? The way he says things - so casually - makes me think he might. Has he done it to other friends of his sister?

“Do you…have you done things like this before? With other friends of Kat?”

He pulls back from me, and that serious look crosses his face once again. “I would be pissed if I didn’t understand why you asked. No, I’ve not ever dated one of my sister’s friends…ever. I usually don’t date women as young as you. In fact, you are the youngest woman I have ever dated.”

“Oh.” I squirm in his lap. Is it a good thing that I’m the youngest person? How fucking old is he? What the hell am I doing when I don’t know very much about this man?

“I’ve never promised to help a woman seduce another man. And I don’t fuck around. I haven’t been with someone in…a hell of a long time and no…I have no idea what the hell I’m doing any better than you. I figure that we’ll figure it out together.”

“That’s…actually really comforting. Can I ask you another question?”

“You can ask me anything you want, honeybee.”

“How old are you?”

“Oh shit, talk about jumping the gun a little bit, huh? I’m thirty. I just turned thirty a couple of months back.”

“Thirty,” I repeat it. No wonder he thinks I’m nothing but a baby. “What, um, do you do for a living? Kat told me you used to be in the military, but you retired or something.”

“I do a little bit of everything for right now. I put a lot of my money into stocks and stuff that helped me buy and sell houses. I actually own a lot of the land around the house and the subdivision lots that are up for sale.”

“So…you do real estate stuff?”

“Actually, I like doing things with my hands more than anything else. I especially like remodeling old houses. Like this one.”

Shit, he seems to have it all figured out. And I have nothing figured out. We are complete opposites and we’re supposed to make people think we’re together. No one is going to buy this. No one.

Chapter Eight

Bear

I see the frown that starts to grow on her face as she processes my words.

“Are you worried because I don’t have a steady job per se?”

“I’m worried because you have goals, and you know how to do all these things and you have it all together and…I don’t. I have none of that. How are we going to convince people that someone like you would want anything to do with someone like me?”

“Babe, I just told you I wanted to eat your pussy more than I want to eat my next meal. I really think that isn’t even a worry you have to concern yourself with. When we’re in front of other people you just let me take care of things like that. No one will have any doubts. I’m sure.”

“Oh, okay.” She still looks unsure, biting her lower lip and frowning.

“You just focus on giving me those pretty, puffy lips, honeybee, and let me take care of everything else.”

I just barely drag my lips over hers, playing with the feel of her mouth on mine until she leans closer to me. She shifts her weight on my lap so she’s brushing against my chest too. I cup her face in my big hands so I can tilt her head just the way I want it and take the kiss deeper, never pushing her for more than she’s willing to give, always trying to gauge her response to what I’m doing.

When her body relaxes against my own and her tongue comes out shyly to touch my lips like I have been touching hers I slouch lower on the couch and take the kiss a little further. Without taking my mouth from hers, I mumble to her.

“Open those lips, honeybee, and let me taste some of that sweet nectar you have waiting for me.”

“Nectar?” It comes out all muffled because of our kiss.

I pull back just enough to look down at her, “Honeybee, you smell delicious. You already know how partial I am to your scent. I can’t imagine how good you’re going to taste. And I figure if I can’t have your soft little pussy under my tongue at least I can take that mouth and find out what I already know…you are going to be the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”

I watch as her mouth falls open and take the opportunity she is offering. I swoop down and take her lips once more, but this time I enter her. I stroke my tongue over hers and hear her sharp intake of air drawn in between the two of us. I go purposefully slow so she can experience every stroke, every touch, we share together.

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