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Gripping her hand, I tug her closer to me. It also serves as a way to get her attention on me. When she turns her big blue eyes to me, I fall a little bit more, especially when her face softens at whatever she sees in my expression. I know I’m not ready for her to go home right then. “Do you want to come over to mine? We can watch a movie, or do you want to go home?”
“Movie,” Ally replies with a bright smile. “I’d love to watch a movie with you. I’ll need to let the family know that I’ll be late, though, or they’ll worry.”
Hesitating a beat, I finally pluck up the courage to tell her what I really want. “You can spend the night. I’ve got a spare room. I’d prefer that rather than you driving home late tonight.”
Ally’s gaze searches mine. I wait, not daring to move or breathe too hard as I wait for her answer. Her face lights up with another smile. “I’ll stay. I had Aunt Maya bring me extra clothes. I’d hoped you’d ask.”
I’m sure the wide grin that breaks over my face makes me look like a moron, but I don’t really care. “Come on,” I say, still gripping her hand. I take her towards my bike. We don’t have to go far, only up the road a ways, but I still make her put her helmet on.
It takes barely a minute and I’m parking my bike under the covered carport we added years ago for this reason. Five minutes later, we’re in the flat, having picked up Ally’s bag from the office, and I’m showing her to the spare room. The same room that used to be my childhood bedroom. Ally drops her bag on the floor and turns towards me, asking, “Could I borrow a shirt? Aunt Maya didn’t pack me any jammies.”
Swallowing, I want to groan as my cock twitches at the thought of Ally wearing my clothes to sleep. Clearing my throat, my voice is still a little husky when I reply, “Of course, baby. Give me a minute and I’ll get you one.” Hurriedly, I turn on my heel and rush towards my room. Closing my door, I bang my head gently against it, squeezing my cock hard to get it to subside. “Behave,” I mutter. “She’s not ready.”
“Fuck,” I groan, rolling my eyes to the ceiling. “Now I’m talking to my cock. Jesus.”
Taking a deep breath, I count to ten and think of anything but how perfect Ally’s body felt against mine, or how much I enjoyed spending time with her this evening and how she’d gravitated towards me when we’d stopped at the services to fill up. Or how at the café she’d welcomed my hand on her thigh, even going as far as twining her fingers absentmindedly with mine. At least, I assumed it was absentmindedly. These thoughts weren’t helping my hard-on.
Pushing away from the door, I go to the dresser and grab a T-shirt and soft jersey shorts from the drawer. They’ll be too big, especially with the amount of weight she’s lost, but she could use the tie to tighten them.
My cock seems to have gotten the memo, so I walk back over to her room and have to bite my lip when she’s bent over and rummaging through her bag on the bed, arse waving in the air.‘Fuck me, I’m going to hell,’I think to myself as I lift my eyes to the ceiling. Knocking on the doorjamb, I wait as Ally turns to look at me. “Here,” I tell her, holding out the clothes. “You can grab a shower if you want. There’s a family bathroom down the hall. I’m going to get changed, and I’ll meet you in the lounge.”
“Thanks,” she smiles, taking the clothes from me. “I won’t be long. I’ll meet you out there.”
With a quick nod, I turn back towards my bedroom and hurry to get to my shower so that I can take care of my cock. There is no way I can sit through two hours of a movie with her, not with how hard I am. Gripping my hard cock in my fist, it doesn’t take long before I’m washing my cum down the drain.
Shaking my head, I try to remember the last time I felt this way. It had been a while. Not since Bella and I’d been dating. Not even when I was in the States, and I’d made full use of the whores at the Queens Wraiths clubhouse while there. There hadn’t beenany reason not to. But even there, after a month or so, I hadn’t bothered. I wasn’t one to have sex just because it was on tap. It was a release, no doubt, but I preferred sex with women I could have a conversation with outside of the bedroom. How Alec and I were best friends, I have no idea.
Thinking about my best friend sorted out my cock problem. I should have done that earlier. I wasn’t sure how to go about fixing everything that had been broken between us with the way he’d treated Bren. It was easier when he was still in the USA, but now that he was home, it was harder. I’d be the first to admit that I missed him. We’d been tight for a long time, and him being there for me at the worst time of my life while I wasn’t there for him makes me a little ashamed of myself.
A worry for another time. I pulled on sleep shorts but left my shirt off. It was warm inside. Walking past the spare room, I note that Ally’s no longer in there. When I get to the open-plan lounge-kitchen, I can’t help the possessive feeling that floods through me when I see her in the kitchen wearing my clothes. It feels right. They are huge on her, and the shirt hangs off her shoulder, but she looks cute as fuck. The smell of popcorn permeates the air, and I’m happy she’s made herself at home. Going towards the fridge, I open it and have a look inside at what drinks I have.
Turning to her, I smother a grin when I catch her checking out my arse. “What do you want to drink, beautiful? I don’t have much. There’s beer, pop, or water. Or I can make coffee or tea?”
Ally wrinkles her nose at me. “I’m not drinking your coffee,” she teases. “I’m not sure what you do to it, but it’s awful.”
Chuckling, I have to agree with her. “I know, yours is much better.”
“I’ll take a water, please,” she replies, turning back to the microwave and opening the door, snagging the popcorn bag out by the corner and tossing it on the counter before blowing on her fingers, “Oh, oh, I always forget how hot they are.”
“Let me see,” I say. Taking her hand, I inspect her fingers. They’re a little red but not burnt. Pressing my lips to them, I ignore the way her breath hitches. “There,” I say. “All better.”
Her fingers curl up, and she smiles but doesn’t say anything. I hand her a bottle of water and empty the bag of popcorn into a bowl before leading the way into the lounge.
Sitting on the couch, I pat the seat next to me. Waiting until she’s comfortable to ask, “What do you fancy watching?”
She thinks a bit before saying, “Nothing true to life, maybe a Marvel movie. It’s action enough for you, and there’s some romance in there for me.”
“You romantic, baby?” I tease her as I find a movie and bring it up.
“Duh,” she says, slapping me with a pillow. “I’m a girl! Also, with my family, how can you think I’m not. I hope if I’m ever lucky enough to find the one meant for me that he treats me the way my uncles treat my aunts, or the way my dad still looks at my mum like she hung the moon.”
I’m silent as I look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, as if she’s embarrassed. Cupping her chin, I turn her face towards me. “You should want all that, beautiful. You deserve someone that treats you like the precious jewel you are. Don’t settle for less.”
Her gaze holds mine for a long time, and I wish I knew what she was thinking, but she lowers her gaze, then lifts her eyes back to mine. “I won’t,” she assures me, then surprises me with her next words, “You shouldn’t either.”
Warmth floods through me, and I smile, “I won’t,” I repeat her words back to her. Breaking our stare, I settle back on the couch, pulling the blanket from the back. I throw it over her legs because I know if she’s anything like my sisters, she’ll want to be covered while watching a movie. I know I’m right when she immediately fixes it and settles deeper into the couch.
“Ready?” I ask.
