Page 78 of Unrivaled Love
“I haven’t heard of it.”
“Huh, then it’s just sleeping on the ground then.”
“Why do you think you’re sore from sex?” I ask. “Is my pussy too much for you to handle?”
“Your mouth is what I’m afraid of. Fuck Josie, that was the best blow job of my life.”
“How many blow jobs have you had?” You hear shit about professional athletes. I’m sure plenty of women have taken the opportunity.
“Not many.” He says and I must look surprised. “What? I’m not a slut!”
“Okay! Fine!” I lift my hands up in surrender.
“I dated a girl for like six months a few years ago. And besides that I haven’t taken a lot of girls to bed.”
“Really?”
“Not all the way to bed. But I probably have the most club makeouts of anyone on the current roster.” He admits as he looks down at his lap.
“Doesn’t making out get you hard?” I ask. I’m really failing to understand how this man will make out with a girl and then end it with an erection.
“Sometimes, but I take care of it myself at home.” Bryson says as he lets his eyes rake over my body. He gently caresses my arm, leaving a trail of sparks behind.
“Oh.” I breathe as understanding washes over me.
“Yeah.”
“So, this?” I ask motioning between us.
“Is every dream I’ve ever had come true. My wrist is so gladyou’re here.”
I let the realization that Bryson has been pining for me, and whacking off to me, for years, sink in. This is more than a hookup for him too. I still don’t know where it’s headed or how we manage a relationship across the country from one another but it’s vital we try.
And, fair is fair. I did Jill off to the memory of him fingering me just a few days ago in the hot tub. “I think about you, too.” I admit.
“Yeah?” He looks so boyishly hopeful I smile. “Fuck Jo, I wanna see that.”
I stroke my hand up my leg, ready to give him a show and see one in return but then his stomach rumbles.
“Damnit. I want to see you send yourself over so bad but, I can’t survive on protein bars anymore.” He stands and slides into his boxers. He hands the clothes he wore yesterday to me since mine are damp and crusty. “Let’s head back, you can change into more clean clothes of mine and we’ll walk to town. Then later, we will absolutely pick up where we left off.”
Chapter 25
Felix Fornier
Caught by some gunslinging cowgirl.
"Isthisit?"Crosbyasks as we turn into a driveway.
"This is the address so it must be it." Emmett says. Ever the practical one.
"Oh shit," Duncan curses as I pull up and see a car crushed under an electric pole.
This is bad.
I put the car in park and barrel out the door.
"Crosby, look for an unlocked door or window. Duncan, call the police. Emmett, go around back and see if you can find a way into the house."
