“Oh god, I love you,” I growl out, trying not to crush her panting body beneath me. When I finally muster the energy to roll off of her I pull her to me as I try desperately to get my pulse back under control. “Are you okay?” I pant out.
“I’m pissed,” she says, looking at me.
“Do I want to know why? If this is how you deal out punishment, I’ll just have to learn to take it.” I try smiling at her. She laughs, pushing me until she is back straddling my waist. Laying down, she covers my body with hers as I run a lazy hand over her back in small circles.
“I’m pissed at myself actually. If I had known we could have been doing this since I was seventeen, I would have jumped you in the pool that day.” I laugh, shaking her on my chest. Putting my arms around her, I squeeze her to me.
“I could have just seen that. My twenty-three-year-old self would have come in that stupid, tight swimsuit at one touch. Your friends could have all found out the hard way how much I lusted after you. Probably would have scarred Lily for life.” I chuckle thinking about it. “You know, that was the first time I jerked off to an image of someone that wasn’t in a Playboy in the shower.”
“Did you do that a lot after?” she asks looking up at me.
“Probably a thousand times since then. Do you remember that cute little purple dress you wore to graduation? Every time you bent over, I tried my best to see if I could catch a look at what panties you were wearing. Dad finally thumped my head for it. I took two showers that night. He thumped my head the next morning for that too.”
She laughs. “According to my friends, you’ve been eye-fucking me for years. I was just too naive to notice, I guess.”
“I must be a horrible attorney if I can’t even bluff my way through that. Speaking of, do you think I can stay here every weekend for let's say the next four months?” She looks at me with confusion. I explain everything that happened after I left her at Lily’s apartment, ending with my probation. I leave off the job offer though. “That reminds me, I owe Matt a poker night.”
“So I have some kind of bad boy in my bed.” Her eyes narrow on me as she starts grinding up my growing erection. Holy shit! My woman has a thing for my protective side I guess.
On Monday, I take a sick day from work so I can be here when they install a new security system. I’m not that concerned about losing my job anyway. I’ve already decided I’m taking the DA’s offer. I just have to make it four more months until I’ll be living near Maggie.
She had to be at work early, so I took her before coming back to her house. I have security motion-sensing lights put up outside that are tamper-proof. Everything from motion sensors to cameras are installed. I would be very surprised if he shows back up over here. If so, I have no doubt I will kill him next time.
After I feed Maggie dinner, she takes me to catch the last flight out. I hate nothing more than coming back to this apartment knowing she is so far away from me. I send out a quick text to let her know I got home and make sure everything is alright.
Maggie: You don’t have to worry. You are the fifth person to check in so far. Claire is arriving shortly. She’s insisting on staying over. She won’t be near as good a time as you though!
Colin: Now you expect me to sleep thinking about two women pillow fighting in your bed?
She starts her text with the rolling eye emoji.
Maggie: Is sex all you think about?
Colin: Seriously Maggie, have you not been paying attention at all? Is that a problem? I haven’t heard you complain so far.
Maggie: No. I’m good with that. As long as it’s centered on me.
Now it’s my turn to send the eye rolling emoji.
Colin: Baby, my thoughts are always centered on you.
16
Maggie
Amonth later we are trying to catch our breath in bed when Colin looks down at me. “So if we lived together, would you greet me like this every time I come home from work?” What does he expect from me? I have to survive an entire workweek between bouts of sex. Of course I’m revved up by the time he pulls up outside my house. “Just humor me, please.”
“Of course,” I answer as he rolls off me. “Legs spread, tits out.”
“Now, was that so hard to say?” I laugh, smacking his chest with the back of my hand.
“What would you like for dinner?”
“I don’t know. I just had dessert, so…”
“You’re incorrigible, counselor,” I say with a grin. I can’t help but look over at his beautiful face with its perfectly messed up hair.
“I object! No big words until my brain re-engages.” I roll over, wrapping a leg over his hips as I curl up with my head on his shoulder. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, I have to help with lessons at the teen center Saturday afternoons until we leave for Belize. It wasn’t enough for someone to fill in for me at the shelter while I’m gone. The DA wants me to put in extra time to make up for being gone. It should be interesting. Did you want to go?” I get up from the bed, sliding on some sweats.