Page 36 of Skating Towards Danger

I’m done pretending I can let her go.

“Damn right I am,” I whisper back, then kiss her.

She opens her mouth, and I push my tongue against hers, tangling them slowly as I move my hips, adamant to make this last.

I’m fucking in love with her, and yeah, it pisses me off Roman was right, but I’m angrier at myself for being stubborn and not grabbing hold of her as soon as we locked eyes.

Paige squeezes my hands as I deepen the kiss, and our bodies move as one, pleasure like no other filling me.

Her walls begin to flutter a little while later, and my spine tingles as if we can read each other. Paige’s orgasm takes over, her walls squeezing me, and I come, filling her up, but I don’t stop my movement. I continue to move my hips while kissing her slowly, but I do let go of her hands and place my elbows on either side of her head while she wraps her legs around my waist and runs her fingers into my hair, sending shivers down my spine.

I take a big gulp of my coffee as I eye the door to my bedroom, waiting for my girl, yes, my girl, to wake up.

After we made love, I kept her up most of the night, not getting enough of her.

I can already see her here, walking barefoot, helping me make evening dinner. It’s scary as fuck, and I still don’t know how I feel about it, but I know I want it.

I take another drink of my coffee before my phone rings, and without looking at the name, I answer it, unable to look away from my door.

“Yeah?” I answer.

“Well, I guess that’s one way to answer the phone to your father, but I guess I should be grateful that you answered at all,” Dad says, and I sigh, now looking away from the door.

Fuck’s sake.

“I know you want to hang up. I just, fuck son, this can’t keep going on. Since Roman has taken over, you don’t come home, you don’t answer my calls, and I’m a little lost on what to do,” he admits, and I look down.

“Now really isn’t a good time, Dad,” I admit, and he growls.

“Whatever fuck buddy you have in that hotel room of yours can fucking wait, please, just…” He sighs, his words trailing off, and I flinch.

It’s not every day, my dad begs.

Shaking my head, I put my coffee mug down as my door opens to my room, and I smile as a sleepy Paige wanders out wearing nothing but my shirt and her hair, fuck me, her hair reaches her ass.

I never seen it down and damn.

Oh yes, I can definitely get used to this.

“I just want to talk son,” Dad says again, reminding me he’s on the phone.

Fuck.

“Hang on a sec, Dad,” I say and open my arm for Paige, who walks straight into my side and I mumble, “Morning, little fairy,” and peck her lips.

She smiles sleepily and rasps, “Morning, player.”

I grin and confirm, “Sticking with that name, huh?” and she hums.

I fucking love that nickname…

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your call with your dad. I was just wondering if I could shower,” she whispers, and I soften.

“I put clean towels in there this morning for you and another shirt of mine,” I admit, and she smiles as our eyes lock, and my stomach flips.

Yep, I love her…Fuck.

“Thank you,” she mumbles, and I nod and lean down, gently kissing her lips before she moves out of my hold and goes back up the four steps and towards my room at the end of the hall.

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