Page 48 of Duke
“You gonna be walkin’ bowlegged like me tomorrow?”
She laughs. “Yeah. Maybe.”
“Another deep breath.”
She does as I tell her. I slowly—slowly—rock my hips backward, pulling out of her inch by inch.
Her breath catches. I lean down to kiss her mouth. Moving my lips to her cheek, I taste salt.
My turn to go still.
She’s crying.
The calculation happens within the space of half a heartbeat. She’s not crying because she’s sad or lonely or in too much pain.
She’s crying because she’s overwhelmed. I know this becauseI’moverwhelmed. In a really fucking awesome way.
My pulse goes apeshit. Does this mean—
I don’t know, could it mean this ain’t casual for her?
The fantasy unwinds in my mind. Us staying in this bed all weekend. Us driving home and me asking her on a date. Her saying yes. Me going on another trip with her. Another and another and another. Us dancing at the Rattler every Friday night. Us sleeping in at my place every Saturday morning.
Rein it in, asshole.
I’m getting way, way ahead of myself here. But the fantasy is warm and real, same as Wheeler is warm and real underneath me right now.
I want you, sweetheart. So fucking bad.
Kissing away her tears, I pull all the way out of her. I feel a rush of cum follow. Sheets are gonna be wet. Wonder where the linen closet is?
Wheeler whimpers, her grip on me tight. My heart turns over.
“You hurtin’?”
“Yeah. A little.”
I brush my nose against hers. “A little? Or a lot?”
“Just a little.”
“I’m gonna get you dressed in some of my clothes, okay? That way, you’re not freezing when you go to the bathroom.”
“You really don’t need to—”
“Yes, Blue, I really do need to.”
I can’t see a damn thing, but I picture Wheeler biting her bottom lip, a smile working its way across her face.
“Okay.”
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
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My dick wakes me up.
Correction: My dick pressing into something soft and warm wakes me up.
