Page 60 of Falling for You

My face is planted into the couch, embarrassment flooding me but I can’t stop laughing either. I cannotbelieveI just told him I was horny. My sides are hurting from laughing so hard and I clutch my stomach.

“Oh man, Chloe. That was… amazing.”

As we come down from our fit of laughter, I sit up on the couch, removing my legs from over his and placing my feet on the floor.

Rather than letting me sit, though, he comes over top of me, pushes me so my back is against the couch and his large body is resting on mine.

“For the record,” he says pushing his hardness into me, “I’m horny, too. I can’t seem to shed that feeling since we met, actually.” His face is so handsome leaning over me. Without his glasses, I can see the brilliance of his green eyes. No flecks of other colors, just true, bright, emerald green. He licks his lips and his eyes follow the path his fingertips make when he brushes my hair off my forehead. I’m really a mess. “But what I was trying to say, was that I want to do this right. I feel something for you that I normally don’t feel for anyone else, Chloe. As much as I want to sink into you right now, I really want to wait until it’s right. You deserve that.”

Tears spring to my eyes.

“So instead, I’m going to go use your restroom, refrain from jerking off while I’m in there, and then we can watch a movie or something. Order in some Chinese or go out for dinner, whatever you’d like. Hell, we can even bake a cake together for your mom’s birthday. And then later tonight, I’m going to kiss you on your doorstep again. Go home and then I’ll probably jerk off because I can’t stop thinking about you, and this weekend, I’m going to take you on a real date.”

“You’ve got a lot of plans.”

“I do.”

“And you probably shouldn’t tell me about the jerking off if you really want to wait because that just turns me on.”

“I’m just glad you don’t think I’m a giant pervert for admitting that to you.”

“Oh I think you’re a pervert,” I joke, reaching between us and teasing the waistline of his jeans. “But I don’t mind.”

“You’re evil.”

I grin.

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“Tell me more about your mom.”

We’ve just demolished an insane amount of Chinese takeout and are now chilling out on my couch. He’s sitting up, legs stretched out in front of him, feet resting on the coffee table. My back is to the arm of the couch and my feet are on his thighs. The TV is on. Malcom the cat, is glaring at me for taking the spot where he would like to be on Rex’s lap, and I feel more relaxed than I’ve been in months. Probably since the day I buried my mother.

“There’s not much more to tell, really.”

“Oh come on. Sure there is. Tell me about your favorite day with her.”

A grin splits my lips and I bite my lower lip. He’ll probably torment me forever for this story, but it is so amazing.

“Oh boy. I can tell this is gonna be a good one.”

Nodding, I sit up, crossing my legs. Malcom is quick to take my place, meowing at me to remind me of my station.

“It was my twenty-first birthday, okay? And she’s… oh man, she was always a nut. It wasn’t as if she chose to be my friend over my mother. Our relationship was a balance of both. I could tell her anything and we never struggled to have fun with each other.” He’s smiling as I’m starting out my story, petting Malcom who’s purring under the attention of who he assumes is his new best friend.

“Anyway, so it’s my twenty-first and she decided to have a surprise party for me. So she calls a few of my friends and arranges it.”

“I know there’s way more to the story than that.”

“Oh yeah there is. Apparently Mom was like you. A giant perv.” I snicker and he guffaws, clutching his chest like I hurt his feelings. “My surprise party was at a male strip joint.”

“No.”

“Yup. No joke. And good ol’ mom was front and freaking center of all the action. I’m pretty sure the party was for her rather than me, actually. I swear she was so giddy. Waving dollar bills over her head and hooting at the men. At one point she decided it would be a great bonding experience to have lap dances together. Talk about uncomfortable.”

Again, we’re both laughing hard. His head is thrown back on the back of the couch.

“The best was when this guy straddled her. I mean, his junk was all up in Mom’s business, and her hands were all over him, which apparently isn’t really allowed, but he was getting into it so much that no one stopped them. Mom. The cougar. She was about to rip that tiny scrap of underwear off him, I swear. But he was no better. He was all over her, rubbing himself on her, leaning in close. I swear I can’t even think about it being my mom because of how intense it was. At one point, he stood up and circled around her then slid into the seat so they were sharing. I’m pretty sure he did it because he needed to hide how it was affecting him, too, if you get my drift.”

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