Page 102 of Lies and Lullabies
“Makes sense,” I said, reaching for her. She fit perfectly against me. “The only thing I really don’t like about your room is that there’s no lock on the door.”
“I never needed one before. And my father could come home any minute…”
“I know.” I kissed her nose. “Tonight I won’t be able to show you how much I’ve missed you.” I kissed her again, though, and Kira was ready. She leaned in, and slowly we tasted each other. I’d been dreaming of this for days. I swept a naughty hand down her body, shamelessly palming her core.
Kira made a sound that could only be described as a stifled whimper. “None of that,” she whispered. “Not until you plan to follow through.”
“Oh, I’ll follow through,” I promised. “The next time I see you.”
She frowned. “You’re right. That’s perfectly reasonable.” But then she slid a hand over my hip and onto my fabric-covered cock that was already straining against my boxer briefs.
I groaned and pushed her hand away, for which I received an evil giggle. “Point made, sweetness. Now cut that out.” I eased her body over mine, arranging us so that she was half-lying on me, but not touching my eager dick. “This is nice, too, you know.”
“It is,” she agreed, giving my shoulder a little squeeze. “This is pretty awesome.”
I kissed her forehead. “Love you, Kira.”
She sighed in my arms.
And I was happier than I’d been in a long time, sex or no sex. Although I mentally adjusted my real estate wish list, adding a bolt for the bedroom door. And a big kitchen. “You know, I asked Vivi what she liked to eat for breakfast. And she said you make awesome strawberry pancakes. She said you’d make them for us tomorrow.”
“Maybe,” Kira hedged. “If there’s time before I go to see Adam.”
I gave her a little pinch on the ass. “I’ll convince you.”
“Mm-hmm,” she said lazily, and I took another deep breath of her clean, citrus scent.
I was drowsing when I heard the apartment door open and then shut again. At the sound of the deadbolt locking, Kira lifted her head from my shoulder .
Mr. Cassidy was home.
We lay there silently, listening to quiet footsteps move about the apartment as Kira’s father got ready for bed.
I turned my head so that my mouth was just beside her ear. At a very low volume, I moaned.
“Stop that!” she hissed.
“If you promise to make the pancakes,” I whispered, “then I won’t start grunting like a horny pig right now.”
Kira clapped a hand over her mouth, her ribcage expanding with laughter.
“Unh, baby,” I grunted, thrusting my hips, threatening more noise. She pressed her hand ontomymouth this time. Naturally, I moaned beneath her fingers.
“Stop!” she squeaked. “I’ll make the freaking pancakes.”
I had to roll my face into the pillow to laugh.
“You are so evil,” she hissed, but I could feel her laughing, too.
For several minutes, we both had to fight off laughter. Finally it was quiet in the apartment again, and my stomach had stopped shaking. I was still grinning in the dark, though. I wanted more of this—the comfort of lying beside my girl, laughing over some bit of nonsense. “I hope there’s real maple syrup,” I whispered to the ceiling, trying to get one more rise out of Kira.
But her breathing had evened out. She was sleeping.
It was so peaceful that I closed my eyes and didn’t open them again.
Hours later came the unfamiliar sound of a rolling pocket door. There was movement beside the bed. Slowly, I opened my eyes. To my horror, a strange animal stared me right in the face, only inches away. Startled, I sat up in a big hurry, only to realize it was the stuffed horse.
“Shit,”I gasped.
