Page 65 of Crazy Pucking Love
Megan insisted on driving, claiming I looked way too tired, and while I gave a half-hearted protest, she was right. I’d pushed my body to the brink of shutting down, and the ride home nearly lulled me to sleep. My limbs felt like they were strapped down with weights, each step, each movement, taking every ounce of my effort.
When I fumbled with the keys, Megan took them from me. As she went to unlock the door, I swept her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. I inhaled her perfume and marveled at the goose bumps spreading across her soft skin, and even though I’d spent the last few days telling myself I should stop this selfish arrangement before she ended up getting hurt, I wasn’t strong enough.
She made everything better and I couldn’t bring myself to let go yet.
Once she opened the door, I took the lead, slipping her purse off her shoulder and tossing it on the counter before guiding her through the dark living room and down the hall to my bedroom.
My thoughts crashed into each other, of my bed and sleep and Megan beside me. But once they turned toward Megan naked, they decided to focus on that. I spun around and captured her lips with mine, slowly inching her shirt up, up, and over her head.
Then I resumed my mission of tasting and exploring every inch of her mouth.
“I thought we were going to sleep,” Megan whispered.
“I’m suddenly feeling more awake.” I ran my hands up her silky skin, cupping her breasts over her bra and brushing my thumbs over the lace. It was too dark to make out the color of the material, but I could feel her hard nipples underneath, just waiting for more attention. “Plus, I was promised three-way action.”
“Sleep first. Then if you’re good, we can resume this in the morning.” She shoved me backward, and I fell to the bed. There was no way I could sleep next to her without putting my hands all over her now. I gripped the waistband of her jeans and tugged her to me. I kissed the spot below her belly button as I undid the button of her jeans and slid them off her hips.
She curled her fingers into my hair. “Dane, seriously, you need sleep.”
“In order to sleep, we need to be comfortable.”
The dim light coming through the window from the streetlight just outside illuminated the suspicion in her narrowed eyes. She didn’t stop me from tugging her pants the rest of the way down, though. I made quick work of my shirt and jeans, and pulled Megan onto the bed. I hauled her to me and heard her sharp intake of breath as her ass met my hard-on.
“You think you can sleep now?” I asked.
“Yes?” Her voice came out on a breath, hardly any sound behind it.
I skimmed my hand over her hip and into her panties. She moaned and I went from hard to rock-hard.
Who needed sleep anyway?
As soon as I could tell she was right on the edge, I withdrew my fingers. “You’re right. We should probably sleep.”
She rolled, an incredulous look on her face. I laughed and she smacked my chest. I caught her hand, laced my fingers with hers, then leaned over and kissed her, stroking her tongue with mine. She ran her fingernails down my back and arched her hips, her wet heat rubbing against my erection and ripping a growl from my throat.
As she tugged my boxers down, I reached for a condom. Then I slipped off her panties and slid inside her, groaning from pleasure and relief. I reached between us and resumed the circling of my fingers until she cried out, her muscles clenching around me and making white flashes of light dance across my vision.
My world narrowed down to the girl underneath me and the need coursing through me, and a few more thrusts and I found my own release. I wrapped my arms around Megan as I worked on catching my breath.
I pressed a kiss to the base of her neck. “Now I can sleep.”
“What? No pillow talk?” she asked, the grin that followed making it clear she was only teasing. I hugged her tighter to me, in the same position we started in, but this time, I knew I’d not only sleep, but probably sleep better than I ever had before.
And to think, I almost didn’t text her.
Then I remembered why I was trying to be stronger, and it put a big dent in my happy vibe. Even though Jazmine and I had sort of patched up our relationship, we’d never be the same, and she’d always resent me for hurting her. For not being able to balance everything. The same thing would happen with Megan eventually, and I thought if I could slow things down, our inevitable crash wouldn’t be as damaging.
But trying to play catch-up left me completely overwhelmed, and once I thought about how much better things would be if Megan was at the diner with me, I let that selfish need to see her overrule everything else.
Just like I’d let it control my actions the second we stepped inside my room.
And now here I was getting in deeper by the second, asking her not to just meet me late at night, but to stay over.
If I weren’t so damn tired, I’d hate myself for it.
But it was too late to undo it now, so I told myself to soak in the feel of her skin against mine, her scent, the soothing way she was running her fingers up and down my arm, and add self-loathing to the long list of things I needed to do tomorrow.
Then I’d have to make a better game plan on how to put some distance between me and the amazing, sunshiny girl in my arms.
