Page 64 of Ridin' True
“Good. Eyes on me, Lex.”
I lifted my head just enough to meet his blue-green eyes, and we both worked my hips back and forth across his lap. Then he took me by surprise, thrusting up at precisely the right moment, and I was a goner. He knew it, too—because before my moan could pass through my lips, his mouth was closed around mine. He swallowed the sound and I stilled, holding tight to his shoulders as my sex pulsed in delight.
I was breathless when he broke our kiss, but I managed to ask, “Do you—do you want me, to—”
“Darlin’, you take my dick out and you won’t be leavin’. I’m on my own.”
“I don’t like that,” I muttered with a frown.
“‘Preciate the sentiment. You can make it up to me Sunday. You tell me when, I’ll be at your door. Should be free by two.”
“Two-oh-five, then?”
His eyes lit up as he grinned.
“What’d I tell you about bein’ cute?”
Giggling softly, I leaned in close and whispered, “You can kiss me now, though.”
And he did.
Until our lips were chapped and the hour grew late.
Jedwasoutsidemydoor on Sunday afternoon at two-twelve.
We were naked by two-fifteen.
When we grew hungry, we ordered dinner in, neither of us in the mood to get dressed. We spent our time together lounging, having sex, and talking. It was one of the most enjoyable Sundays of my life.
Monday dawned, and I was sated, happy, energized, and ready to face the day.
Though, getting out the door was proving to be a challenge.
“Papi,” I laughed as I tried not to poke myself in the eye with my mascara wand.
I was in my underwear, standing at the bathroom sink, a portable mirror in my opposite hand. The wall mirror was too fogged up from the steam of our showers. Jed had just gotten out and was still wet as he stood behind me and slid his big hands down the bare skin of my sides, the feel of his callouses giving me goosebumps.
“You’re going to make me late. Go get dressed.”
He didn’t go get dressed. Instead, he pressed a kiss against my shoulder and asked, “You givin’ your notice today?”
Sobering a little, I looked back at him and replied, “Maybe. Might not be until tomorrow. I haven’t written my letter yet.”
“Any idea where you plan on settin’ up shop? How much collateral do you need for somethin’ like that?”
“Oh, gosh, I don’t know, actually. I haven’t even begun to think about an office space. Until a week ago, I thought I had years to figure all of that out. But I don’t have to rush it. I’ll get my head wrapped around the Stallions and I’ll go from there, I suppose.”
“Alright. When you’re ready to go down that road, you say the word. I know a real estate agent who can help.”
I felt a weightlessness at his words. But this time, it wasn’t on the inside—it was on the outside, like he lifted a burden I didn’t even know I was carrying from off my shoulders.
“Thanks, papi,” I murmured.
He responded with a kiss. Then, still close enough for me to feel his breath against my lips, he smacked the side of my bum and muttered, “Best hurry up, or you’ll be late.”
I shook my head at him, and he winked at me as he left to go get dressed. I saw I was grinning when I lifted my mirror to finish my makeup.
As I considered my reflection, I decided falling in love looked kind of good on me.
