Page 116 of The True Garza
“London.”
“Hmm?”
“Why do you like him?”
Caught off-guard by the question, I cease breathing for several seconds. Because,what? It takes me a whole minute to reply, “That’s not something I want to talk about with you.”
Silence falls.
After about ten minutes of thoroughly massaging my lower back, he tells me, “This next cream will help with the burn.” A nice coolness spreads across my lower back as his palms glide over my skin, subduing the fiery burn of the gel.
“That should help.” He raises from the couch and straightens up. “If the pain is still there tomorrow, I’ll apply some more.”
“Thank you,” I mumble through an appreciative sigh.
When I flip over onto my back, I’m not at all surprised at the erection straining behind his jeans. He’s almost always hard around me, no matter what we’re doing. One thing I have no doubt about is True’s sexual attraction to me.
Not like my body is any better. It’salwaysin the mood for him.
He’s walking away when I hook a finger into one of his belt loops in an attempt to pull him back. He stops and gazes down at me, that annoyingly impassive expression still in place.
“My turn to take care of you….” I bite my lip and reach for his belt. “I want you in my mouth.”
With a shake of his head, he knocks my hand away. “Not in the mood.”
Seriously? One, this man is nevernotin the mood. And two, he’s hard as a rock right now. “I think your cock would beg to differ.”
“Maybe it’s about time I stop listening to my cock,” he mutters, shrugs me off, and walks away.
Now what’s his problem?Yeesh.
I look down at my body. At my bunched-up dress and my black lace panties. Well, damn. I’d get hard from looking at this body, too. Idly, I slide my hand down between my legs, touching two fingers over the lace.Damp.
Throughout the evening, True had gotten me wet on several different occasions, making all kinds of sexual promises. And now he’s just “not in the mood”? What an asshole.
As my fingers begin to move more purposefully over the lace material, I close my eyes, feeling both lazy and aroused. If True is upstairs showering right now, I could strip and join him, corner him so he’ll have no choice but to press me against the tiles and bury himself inside me. Shit, he’d be so hard and thick, stretching me open. He’ll pound me just the way I like it and still I’d beg him to go deeper, because I can never have enough of him. He’ll bite my—
I yelp, my eyes snapping open, when my hand is gripped like a vice and yanked out of my panties.
“Stop it.” True stands over me in running shorts and a sports tee, ear-pods in. He pulls down my dress, hiding my panties. “I’m going for a run.”
Yet another late-night run. I start to sit up. “Let me go get dre—”
“No. I don’t want you to come.”
Ouch. “Oh. Um, okay.”
“Won’t be long. Just… don’t touch yourself.”
“Will you fuck me if I don’t?”
“No. But if you do, I’ll cuff you, bend you over this couch, and spank that ass so hard you’ll have to call in sick tomorrow.”
Is that supposed to be a threat or a tease? Because I’m down for that, like,right now. “Andthenyou’ll fuck me?”
His lips twitch. Finally, a crack. He leans down and bestows me a kiss. Short and sweet. “I won’t fuck you, but I’ll make you come, yeah?”
“Deal. Just this once, though. Otherwise, I’ll be the one cuffing you and taking what I want.”
