Page 48 of Won't Let Go
“When we get ice cream,” she volleys without having to think about it.
Oh. She’s going low.
Low. Low.
“That doesn’t count,” I grunt. It’s fucking dessert.
“Yes, it does.” Jade grins and leans back in her chair like she just won the goddamn lottery. “You can never decide on the size or whether you want sprinkles or crunchies. Then there’s the whole, do I want vanilla, or a twist?” The pain in my ass flails her arms, making an entire spectacle. “I have to decide for you.”
Yeah, she does.
Sue me. I like ice cream, and I don’t want to choose between flavors. If I had it my way, I’d get them all, but then I’d feel like shit afterward.
“And the fact that you know all of that. What I like. How I like it. That’s gotta count for something.”
“Of course, it does. We’ve been friends for a long time.”
“Then let me ask you this. Do you find me attractive?” Sitting back, I gesture to the length of my body. I might not be her type. If that’s it, I need to know.
“Josh.” She gives me a droll, unimpressed look that says I’m insane for asking.
“I’m fuckin’ serious, Jade. Do you find me physically attractive?” I’m not fishing for compliments here. I need to know. So what if I flex a little as I wait for her to put me out of my misery?
“Everyone with a brain does.”
“You’re not everyone. Answer the question.”
“Yes, you idiot. You’re hot.” Jade’s annoyed glare does something funny to my insides. It’s sexy as fuck.
My cock gives a cursory twitch.
“And you like it when I eat your pussy.” It’s a statement, not a question. I already know it’s true, but I wanna hear her agree, out loud. Not for me, but for herself. Jade is allowed to experience joy and pleasure, and I’m just the man to give her that. I’m not gonna take her for granted or run away when shit goes sideways. I’m not a man addicted to the chase. I’m also not a hunter for the sake of feeding my ego. That shit may work for some of my brothers, but it doesn’t work for me. I’m the skyscraper built to withstand a Category 5 hurricane. I’m not going anywhere, no matter how rough it gets.
“Josh,” Jade grumbles like she doesn’t wanna say it aloud. Which I get, but we’re making progress here, and progress can’t happen without a bit of discomfort.
To drive my point all the way home, I lean forward, so I’m partway across the table, look in her soul, and whisper, “Admit it. You came like a champ, babe.”
“Sure.” On a dramatic huff, she rolls those perfect eyes. “Yeah, I came like a champ.”
Atta girl.
“See.” I sit back. “We can work up to sex whenever you’re ready. I’ve waited my whole life. What’s another year or so?” I can wait a year, or two, or five, to have her lips around my cock. No problem. For her, I’d do anything.
“You’d wait that long?” She sounds surprised.
“I’ve been in love with you for years, sweetheart. I’m a patient man.”
“I… I wish I knew what to say. I… this is a lot.” Jade gestures between us, adorably flustered.
“I know. I get it. After we finish up here, I’m gonna shower and head out for a while, to give ya some space to think. I’ll be back tonight. I’ll send Blimp over to take ya to work.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I’m not asking, babe. I’ll send Blimp.” He won’t pry, and he’ll get her to work safely.
“Don’t you have a hangover?”
“A little. But your pussy was the cure, just like I said it would be.”
