Page 8 of Little Etheldreda Riding Hood

I laugh, “No, silly, gone home with someone I just met.”

“Oh well, that’s easy. You just have to be a little crazy.”

I smack his arm and he laughs. “Already proving my point, Red. Besides, it was pretty obvious. No woman I’ve ever met at the Wild Hare comes to drink a soda, play cards, and chat with the old-timers.”

“Zach, they weren’t that old.”

He pulls me into the room at the end of the hall and turns on the light. “You’re right. I guess I just think of them that way because they’re a fixture of the place. Always there, always in the same seats.”

His bedroom is plain, and thankfully doesn’t scream girlfriend or wife. Funny how a cheating ex changes your view of everything. He does have an actual bed off the floor, pillows, and a solid gray comforter, though the bed is not made. Morgan had a mattress with a flat sheet covering it and a blanket he would use when we first started dating. Points in Zach’s favor for understanding fitted sheets.

Zach turns and looks down at me. Black flashes across his eyes and I take in a deep breath. He takes my hand and pulls me close to him. I can feel his cock beginning to grow rigid between us.

“Do you have any idea how amazing you smell?”

I laugh. “Wolves are the masters of romance.”

“Seriously.” He leans down and brushes my hair back and runs a tongue up my neck. His lips hover near my ear, his breath warm against the skin there. “You taste amazing, too,” he whispers.

His voice drops and suddenly I want more of him, too. I turn and meet his eyes. He pauses for only a moment before bringing his lips to mine. His tongue touches mine and I’m suddenly completely feral. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close, trying to kiss him as hard and deep as possible.

“I need you now,” he manages to breathe after a long moment.

“Yes,” is all I can say, before I am tasting him again. I kiss him hard, my tongue stroking and demanding equal attention from his. He picks me up without breaking the kiss and brings me to the edge of the bed. He pulls off his belt and steps out of his pants, then, approaches the bed and leans over me.

“I’m sorry. There will be more, I promise,” he says between kisses as he manages to get my pants off. “I just can’t wait.” He opens a drawer next to the bed, pulls out a condom and has it on in record time. He presses inside me, slowly but unrelentingly until he’s all the way in, his knot slowly growing just inside my entrance.

His knot.

Knot chaser.

Knot thot.

I guess I am a knot thot after all.

I am the absolute worst one night stand in the history of one night stands because what I do next is unforgivable.

It is a good thing I’m moving into my spinsterhood and getting some cats because I should not be allowed out in public.

My brain absolutely refuses to let go of the words “knot thot,” and to my horror, I burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. I know logically it’s nerves and excitement and adrenaline, but I cannot stop.

I just keep giggling.

And giggling.

Zach stops though.

“Is something wrong?”

I feel like a complete asshole. He probably thinks I’m laughing about his cock or his knot, but the giggles won’t go away. I take his hands and put them underneath my shirt until he has each of my small breasts in a hand.

“I–no–just…” I struggle for a breath. “It’s not you…keep going.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, flipping a thumb lazily across a nipple.

“Yes.”

My giggles begin to slow down as he starts to move, his hands still on my breasts. I spread my legs wider to give him better access and he groans appreciatively as he begins to move faster and faster. I have no idea what to do with my hands in this position, so I put them over his, still on my breasts.

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