Page 31 of The Devil's Playground

“Oh, shit.” She drops her hand, cupping her pussy. “My mom’s couch!”

I drop another kiss to the top of her head. “Don’t worry about it. I got it.” Standing up, my shirt is open, my cock is out, and I preen as Nicolette’s gaze travels from my chest to my dick. Her hungry expression has it already starting to stir again. Give me another ten minutes, and I’ll take her again.

But first?—

“Where’s the kitchen, Nic?”

She gives me a strange look, then points through a connecting door.

“Be right back.”

I tuck myself back into my pants as I head in the direction of her point; I don’t bother zipping up since I’m being an optimist tonight, hoping she’ll accept me again once we both recover. In the kitchen, I grab a plain white towel hanging on the oven door, wet it in the sink, then bring it back to the living room.

Dropping to my knees, I push aside her hand, using the damp towel to wipe her pussy for her. Once I have, I fold the towel, flip it around, then scrub a little at the damp spots our fucking left on her mother’s couch.

“There. All clean.”

“Remind me I need to bleach my mom’s kitchen towel before she comes back from Florida,” she murmurs, tanned cheeks turning pink.

I grin, shoving the edge of the towel into the back of my pants for later. Then, taking her fingers so that I can help her stand, I say, “I know where your kitchen is now. So where’s your bedroom?”

For a split second, I’m sure she’s going to shake her head and refuse to tell me. I’m perfectly aware that I’m pushing kinda hard, prepared to take this thing brewing between us from casual to not-so-casual. Did she think it was just sex? I don’t know, but it wasn’t. Not to me.

And I won’t let it be for her, either.

I nuzzle her neck, squeezing her ass as I pull her so that she’s flush against the bare chest peeking through my open shirt. “Tell me, baby. ‘Cause I can stumble around and find it, or you can invite me up and we can get comfortable.”

Her tits push against my skin. “You don’t have to stay.”

Like hell I don’t.

I was already trying to figure out how I could earn a way into her bed. Add that to how fucking frightened she was earlier and, sorry, Nic, but I’m not leaving any time soon. She’s admitted that there’s been someone watching her house. I know that’s me. She doesn’t.

Is it sneaky and underhanded to use her fear against her? I know it is. I should be ashamed of myself, and I am. That’s not going to stop me, though.

“I told you that I’d stay and make sure no one bothers you. I’m gonna do it. You won’t make me sleep on the couch, will you? In the wet spot?”

Nicolette laughs. It’s a soft laugh, almost like she made the sound and didn’t mean to, but I heard it. It makes my chest puff out with pride, too.

I like her laugh. I like being the one to make her laugh.

Almost as much as I like being the one to make her cry out as she comes.

I drop my hand, laying it possessively on her naked ass. “Nic? Bedroom?”

“It’s this way,” she says, pressing a quick kiss between my pecs—and I know that she just needed a little push after all. “Upstairs. Come on. I’ll show you.”

I let Nicolette lead me nearly the entire way. Once she shows me to a smaller room on the upper floor, I verify that it’s hers, then swoop her up into my arms. She squeals, arms immediately going around my neck, though she doesn’t demand for me to put her down.

Good. It’s a small sign of trust from her, and I’ll take it.

And that’s not all I want…

Moving across the room, I lay her out on the bed. It’s smaller than what I’m used to—it’s maybe a double, while the bed at my place is a king—but if I could manage to fuck her on her mother’s couch, I’ll have more than enough room for this.

I start to bend over her, annoyed when my pants limit my range of motion. Add that to the open shirt getting in my way and, well, they have to go, don’t they?

The shirt is easy to get rid of. I kicked my shoes off downstairs, and I drop down to the edge of Nicolette’s bed to yank off my trouser socks. After that, I make quick work of my pants, all while she’s watching me curiously.

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