Page 149 of What Are the Chances
I don’t know what Riley was doing down there, but she’d somehow shifted gears so that she was taking me deeper.
Fuck it.
Readjusting myself and Riley, I threw off the blankets and shoved us both to our feet. Sinking balls deep into her was a hell of a lot more appealing than Ghost Slasher, or whatever the fuck it was called.
I purposely positioned her in front of me, my dick pressing into her back.
Tanner dropped the pillow. “Where the hell are you two going?”
“Bed,” I answered.
“Why?”
“Early morning dryland,” I mumbled at the same time Riley murmured, “Running with Grace first thing.”
Taking Riley’s hand, we hurriedly climbed the steps, Tanner’s grumbles to turn the movie off following us the entire way up.
Once in Riley’s room, she wasted no time discarding her clothes. She was merrily falling onto the bed naked before I’d even slipped off my sneakers. Though as I reached for the laces, I found myself halting. Riley’s milky skin had caught in the moonlight, making it seem as though she literally glittered.
In my eyes, she did.
I slowly paced towards her, my grey eyes locked on her steel blue ones. She was undoubtably the best thing in my life. I’d promised myself to no longer get caught up on the time we’d wasted and focus on the time we had.
Forever.
“Why are you still dressed?” she complained.
“Give me a minute.” My knees hit the mattress. “I’m cataloguing this.”
Her full breasts heaved up and down, breasts that still had faint teeth marks from the last time we’d fooled around. They matched the scratches on my back. How she was both the sweetest and naughtiest thing mystified me.
“How should I fuck you, Dover?” I asked, my fingers inching forward to part her.
I was met with a wet heat, which caused my dick to twitch.
The new ink on her hip bone pulled my attention.Wfor yours truly. It matched theRI’d had included in my most recent piece, on the skin that covered my heart.
Riley and Parker also had matching ice cream tattoos behind their ears. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed it until Riley pointed it out when we’d been sitting in the tattoo parlour.
I liked that she wasn’t afraid of needles, and I loved that she’d inked a piece of me on her forever. Not that either of us needed the reminder of what this was.
With husky eyes, Riley pushed onto her elbows then tugged my mouth to hover over hers. “You decide, Caufield.”
THE END
(for now)
