Page 73 of Wild Love
“Say you’ll be mine for the summer.” I bite her shoulder and walk two fingers across her hip bone and down to the apex of her thighs.
When she doesn’t answer, I glide one digit over her sensitive clit. A hand shoots out and grasps my forearm, steadying herself on me.
While teasing her, I drop kisses along her neck and collarbone. “Hop on, baby, let’s go for a ride.”
I curl one finger inside of her and then add another. Slowly, I pump in and out of her. She drenches my fingers as her pussy squeezes them tight.
She wraps her arms around my neck and rolls her hips. Pinching her clit, I ask again, “Be mine.”
“Johnny.” She gasps. She’s close, and I want nothing more than to feel her come on my fingers.
“I take care of what’s mine.”
“I don’t need you to take care of me,” she says even as she rides my fingers harder.
“Need and want, baby. Look up the difference.” I push a third finger into her tight pussy.
Her body shakes, and she lets her head fall against my chest. “Ineedto come.”
“And Iwantto be the one that gives it to you. Be mine, Dakota.”
She nods. It isn’t the enthusiastic screaming answer I was hoping for, but I put her out of her misery anyway. Rubbing my thumb along her clit, I continue to pump her until she cries out and goes limp against me.
With the hand that was inside of her, I lift her chin so I can finally kiss her the way I’ve been dying to. Her eyes are still a darker blue and hooded as I lower my mouth to hers. She opens immediately, and I tangle my tongue with hers.
Fuck, this is going to be a good summer.
“I gotta take Charli for a walk and feed her. Stay mostly naked.”
I can read the hesitation on her even before she says, “I need to take this slow.”
“Slower than riding my hand like a joystick?”
She narrows her gaze.
Chuckling, I kiss her softly. “We’ve got all summer. We can take it as slow as you want.” I take her hand. “You canslowlyfuck my hand again in my big comfy bed.”
24
Dakota
I showerand then hide out in my room while Maverick takes care of Charli. I’m stalling, giving myself time to talk myself out of it, but thirty minutes pass, and I still want to do this. Whatever it is. Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? I don’t like any of the labels, but I want a lot more of his hands on me. And inside of me. My face warms. A summer of sex and fun. Maybe it’s exactly what I need.
When I finally emerge from my bedroom, I wonder if it’s going to be weird between us, but my question is answered as I spot a shirtless Johnny in the living room holding up two bottles of lube. “Do you like a tingling sensation, or are you more au naturel?”
“What happened to slow?”
“I just want to be prepared like a good Boy Scout.”
“You were never a Boy Scout.”
“No, but I’m just as good with my hands.”
I laugh, and the worries I had disappear. We can do this. We can be friends and also have a little fun exploring the chemistry between us. But I meant what I said about needing to take it slow. Insane chemistry or not, jumping straight from kissing to letting him put his dick inside of me in one day isn’t something I’m comfortable with. “Maybe we can just watch a movie or something?”
He tosses the lube on the coffee table. “Yeah. Movie. We can do that.”
While he flips through options, I sit on the couch with Charli.
