Page 26 of Longing for the Minotaur
“Well, that’s where my heart is.” He traps my hand against his chest, then brings it down to press it to the right side. “Gotta protect that so I can love you with it.”
Sometimes Banon is a total cheeseball like this, and I adore it beyond reason. I didn’t know he had this side—a side that wasn’t all bluster and arrogance—and it grows on me more every day.
When we part, he tips my chin up, leans down, and brushes his lips over mine.
“I was thinking about fucking you right out here in the woods,” he says.
“In a park?!”
“It’s after dark, we’re off the beaten path…” His hand coasts down over my ass and squeezes it. “You know how to be quiet.”
“But it’s a public place,” I hiss.
“Even more exciting.” He releases me and grabs my hand. “Come on, let’s go a little farther.”
We walk a bit longer through the snow, and I forgot how huge this park was. We came here when I was younger sometimes, because there’s workout equipment along the walking path where Banon liked to show off. Never thought we’d be walking through it together, hand in hand.
“Here we go.” Banon stops at the trunk of a tall tree. “Keep your coat on, should be fine.”
“What should be fine?” I ask quizzically, wondering what he has planned for this tree.
“Pants,” he says, and I realize what he’s up to.
He was right, and the bark doesn’t scratch my back with the big coat on. I manage to keep my cries quiet as he fucks me relentlessly against the tree, groaning as I get closer and closer.
“Yes, Valentina. Come apart.” He grunts as I coast right into my orgasm, and the two big hands holding up my ass dig in. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m going to soak you.”
When we’re finished, I use some wadded-up tissues in my pocket to clean up, then dump them in the trash when we get back to the path.
A few days after that, I tell Dad and Marissa that Banon and I are going to see a movie. This is code for: fucking at his place.
“Oh, which movie?”
I had this prepared. “That new Deshannon film.” I even looked up when it was playing. “At four thirty.”
“Can we come?” Marissa says, hopping off the kitchen stool. “I’ve been wanting to see that.”
Great.
Now Banon and I have to sit on opposite sides of Dad and Marissa during a movie we never intended to see.
I have blue balls, big time. I remembered to bring my sex toys with me, at least, so I can try to imagine Banon’s there with me, that massive bull cock of his sunk deep inside me.
I had to size up my dildo.
It feels like it’s been eons when Christmas Eve finally rolls around. Banon has an excuse to spend the night because we’re all going to drink lots of eggnog and sing songs and watch stupid Christmas movies.
“It’s nice seeing you and Banon getting along better,” Marissa says while we wait for him to show up. “I’m glad you two got past whatever was going on at Thanksgiving.”
Right. That.
“Yeah, we did work through something, I think.” My face must be turning red while I lie to her. I’ve never been a great liar. “Hey, should we check on that casserole? I can smell something burning.”
Marissa scurries back to the kitchen just as the front door opens. When I see Banon, all seven feet of pure muscle that he is, I want to throw myself into his arms. I want to drag him back to my bedroom and have my way with him.
Instead, we give a cursory, loose greeting hug. But while his head is lowered, his arm around me, he murmurs, “My room, tonight. Quiet is the word.”
Oh, I can do that.
