Page 32 of Make Me

“Cooper?” I look up to find Cami and Chad smiling down at me. I stand up and hug them both.

“You remember Laci and Ivy,” I say. We ran into them last week, but things with me and my friends have been strained since I ended things with Candace. Laci says an awkward hello, and Ivy is too busy coloring her menu to look up. “You want to join us?” Chad and Cami look at each other like deer in headlights. Before they can give me a response, I hear footsteps approach, and I know who it is without having to look up.

“We’re having dinner with Candace,” Cami whispers, looking around the restaurant. She moves closer to Candace and grabs one of her arms. Candace raises an eyebrow and looks at me from head to toe before turning her attention on Laci. Laci holds Candace’s stare until Candace looks away.

“Why don’t you two stop by the office tomorrow?” I say to Cami and Chad. “We can have lunch.” Candace scoffs.

“Tell your girlfriend to leave some food for the rest of us,” Candace says.

Laci’s head snaps up at Candace’s insult. She looks at her, smiles, and says, “You do the same, Candace. It looks like you’ve put on a few holiday pounds already.” Candace’s eyes widen, and her head jerks back. She takes a step toward Laci, who is still looking at Candace, but she seems to be completely unbothered by my ex. Cami grabs her sister’s hand and pulls her to a booth directly across from our table.

“This isn’t over,” Candace hisses.

“Yeah, actually it is,” Laci says. “For you anyway.”

“We’ll come see you tomorrow. Good to see you, Laci,” Chad says before walking away.

“Candace really needs to get over it,” Laci says. “I’m not even the reason the two of you broke up. Anyway, you’re mine now.” She lowers her voice so Ivy can’t hear. “She can kick rocks.”

Our food arrives, but I get the feeling that someone is watching us. When I look up, Candace is looking right at me. Her eyes are narrowed slits, and her nostrils are flared.

“Do you want to take our food to go?” She’s already putting lo mein on a plate for Ivy.

“If we do that, then we’re going to have to do dishes,” she says. “And this is a small town. I’m not going to run from her.”

“Weare going to have to do dishes? I’m the one who’s been doing them.”

“And you do a great job. I’m very proud of you.” She smiles coyly and offers me a forkful of her fried rice.

“Much better than turkey,” I say, savoring every bite.

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“You know what I was thinking?” I ask hours later after putting Ivy to bed. I lift her up, and she automatically wraps her legs around me. “I was thinking that I have a lot more room at my place, and I know Ivy’s bedroom is here, but we can just move all her stuff.”

“Oh, really?” she says, pretending to think about what I just said. I kiss the side of her neck, the sensitive part that always gets her wet and wanting.

“Really. You’ll be doing me a favor. Only one driveway to shovel this winter. One lawn to mow next summer. Fewer bills to pay. More room for Ivy and Sam to run around. And I bought that bigger bed for us both. We’re either here or at my place every day. And I really, really want to stop collecting rent from my girlfriend.”

It’s true. The last time I slept without her was last month when I had to go to Detroit for work. It was after we won a bid, and I ended up having dinner with the owner after the tour. It was too late to drive back, and I got a hotel room. It was the longest, most miserable night of my life, knowing my girls were about a hundred miles from me. I never particularly liked sharing a bed before Laci came into my life. Now, if I don’t have her arms wrapped around me at night, I have a restless night of tossing and turning.

“But my lease,” she says against my lips.

“I’m sure your landlord will let you out of it. I know him. He’s pretty reasonable. I’m sure there are some things you can do to convince him.” I pin her against the wall and grind into her.

“Do you think you can let me practice on you? I want to make sure I get it just right before I try to convince my landlord about anything. I hear he can be pretty hard sometimes.” I instantly get harder, and I let her feel it.

“You know I’ll be your guinea pig, Laces. Anytime you want. And yeah, your landlord is extremely hard.” She moans in my mouth right before she bites down hard on my lower lip. I squeeze her ass in retaliation, digging my hands into her soft flesh.

“I want it,” she says.

“I know you do. And you’re going to get it.”

“In my mouth. I want it in my mouth.” I let her go without any warning, and she stumbles before catching her footing. I’ve never been with a woman who loves giving me oral as much as Laci. I’m the first man she’s ever done that to, and she can’t get enough.

She quickly drops to her knees in the middle of the kitchen, and I pull my hard cock out. I slap it on her forehead before I trace it down her face. When my dick lands on her lips, she opens her mouth, but I slide it against her lower lip first, teasing her.

She moans in frustration until I give her what she wants. She welcomes me into her hot, waiting mouth, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I throw my head back and stroke the nape of her neck. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I tilt my pelvis, pushing my dick even deeper into her mouth. She cups my balls and takes my dick out of her mouth. She swirls her tongue around the tip, nearly driving me insane before putting it back into her mouth.

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