Page 49 of Hero Hair

I smile. “No. NotCall of Dutyat all. Although I think they’ve replicated our uniforms pretty spot-on by my last account.”

She stares at me.

“There are missions and bad guys.”

She stares some more.

“It’s dangerous sometimes and boring at other times. I use weapons and eat shitty food.” More staring. Fuck. “I’ll be able to call you while I’m away.”

Her eyebrows rise. Finally.

“Connectivity is pretty good on the larger bases, which is where I’m usually at. The smaller outstations have spotty connection, but I’ll always be able to get in touch.” Or so I’ve seen with my friends who have spouses to report back to.

“That doesn’t sound too bad although I have nothing to compare it to. What if it’s harder than I anticipate?”

I wave my palms in front of me. “Wait, wait, wait. We haven’t even fucked yet. We could be completely incompatible and never see each other again after this.”

“This?” she says, pointing to the floor. “Like, we’re going to do it now? Shouldn’t we make it special? We did the prison sentence of four dates.”

I love that she ignores my barb. It was such a lie it wasn’t even worth her responding. The second my dick sinks home, I know it will feel like home—the opposite of incompatible.

She stares out the window again.

“You’re overthinking it again,” I say.

“Can we do it at your house?” she asks, slinging her hands on her hips.

“We aren’t teenagers, Teala. Stop saying we’re going to do it.” I chastise.

She laughs.

“I’m going to love you all dowwn,” I croon, grabbing her by the waist. Pressing my groin into her, I hump her a few times for good measure. Teala gags and leans over to fake retch. I pull her ass against my cock because the urge is too hard to resist.

“That was a record,” she says, shaking her head, glancing up over her shoulder. “You haven’t rapped during a conversation in like twelve hours.”

I think I have, but she just didn’t recognize the song. It’s criminal. I tighten my hold on her waist.

I shrug. “What can I say? Sometimes I don’t have the greatest material to work with. You should give me some better lines.”

She spins in my grasp. “Quite the opposite,” she says. “I like the challenge. I should walk around quoting Shakespeare. You’d never be able to rap anything ever again.”

I kiss her to shut her up. “You don’t give me enough credit,” I growl into her mouth. “You really want to wait until tonight? At my house?”

She moves her lips against mine and it’s a whisper of carnal pleasure. She’s not kissing, just brushing, and my dick responds immediately.

“I’d like that,” she says.

And that seals the deal. I would have gone to town right now against this glass, on the floor, sofa, her bed would have worked as well, but if she’s asking this of me, I’ll make it happen. Not because I think it’s what I’m supposed to do, I realize. I want to.

I nod and gently push her to arm’s length. “I’m leaving right now. I hope you don’t find it in bad taste. I want to fuck you, you understand? Also, I’m technically allowed to fuck you. You’re in my arms with your hands wandering my body. You want it to be special, something I don’t understand but will relent, but I have to go before I trip and fall and my cock ends up buried inside your pussy, you understand?”

She bites her lip. “You understand I want that?”

Blowing out a breath, I let her words hit me square in the dick. “Come over later. We’ll have dinner.” The doorknob in my hand, I peer at her over my shoulder. She hasn’t moved. I’d fathom she hasn’t taken a breath since I last spoke.

“And we’ll do it?” she asks, eyes wide.

I chuckle. “Oh, we’ll do it all right.”

I shut her apartment door and suck in a deep breath. The rules are exhausting. Relationships are exhausting. Not only am I worried about what I want and feel, but I almost have to anticipate what she is feeling as well. If I don’t want to come off as a dick, that is. I have too many other dick tendencies to not give this my best effort.

As I drive to Tahoe’s house, I find myself hoping Teala is in fact an awful lay.

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