Page 94 of I Knead You Tonight

“Look, Drew, I don’t know what we’re doing right now. I don’t know what any of what we’ve been doing the last week means, but I do know I don’t want to talk about it right now. Right now, I want to touch you. Right now, I want you to come over here and ride my face and my cock until the sun comes up. We can figure out everything else later.”

Just the mention of his cock has me missing the feel of him inside me.

Missing the feel of him inside me? What the fuck is wrong with me? Who have I become?

“Drew.”

My eyes snap to his.

He’s staring at me with this…hunger. Like he hasn’t eaten in days.

Suddenly, I want him to take his fill.

“Come here.”

I stand, and he scoots down in the chair, patting the wide lounger arms.

“Rest your knees here.”

I bite my lip, looking at the arms that are just wide enough for me to balance on but are hard enough that I know I’m going to have bruises tomorrow.

I’ve felt his tongue on me before.

They’ll be worth it.

I throw my leg over him, using the back of the chair as support and resting my knees on the arms.

Winston’s hands trace up my thighs, pushing the hem of my long t-shirt—one of his, of course—up my legs, revealing my uncovered pussy.

The night breeze is chilly on my skin, and I worry for a second about someone else being out on their porch, watching us, but the thought passes as quickly as it comes.

I want this too bad to care.

“My, my. You’ve been going commando this whole time?”

I lift a shoulder. “Riker isn’t here, and Sully is conveniently gone too. I didn’t see the point in panties.”

He grins at me, approving of my decision.

He pushes the shirt up around my waist, his thumbs stroking my stretch marks in a loving manner.

No matter how many times Winston has seen me naked over the last few days, he’s always taken time to show my scars attention, and every time, it makes my heart flutter.

Don’t get me wrong, the sex with Winston is incredible.

But it’s the small moments, like when he kisses my scars or when he helps me with Riker, that make me feel like there’s something more going on inside his head.

That makemefeel something.

I’m not stupid enough to mix feelings and sex again. I did that before with Chadwick. I thought for sure when I told him I was pregnant things would be different between us, and I guess in a sense I was right because he basically disappeared, but nothing went as planned.

Mixing sex and feelings got me single and alone, broke and living with my nemesis.

It’s not a mistake I’ll make again.

This isjustsex. It has to be.

Right?

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