I shake my head, a weak attempt at letting her know that it’s nothing bad but it needs saying.
My eyes snag on her lips—swollen, glistening, and slightly parted—as she tries to take in her breaths. Fuck, she’s so beautiful it’s blinding. Now’s not the time to get distracted. This is what we were taught from a young age…do the shitty thing now so you can have fun later. Although, my mantra has always been, fun now and maybe I’ll do the shitty thing later, this time it’s important and the outcome of this conversation could lead to some fantastic rewards.
“I want you, Parker. More than anything…” This is where the English language sucks. I’m about to follow up with a “but” which is going to suck and possibly make me miss out on the “butt”. It all hangs on that missingT.
“Except Spencer?” Jesus, when she says it like that it sounds like I prefer one over the other. I really fucking don’t.
“No. Not except. As much as.” Her eyes go soft and I love the way they shine in the moonlight. Oh, nevermind. It’s a lamppost behind me. Still sexy as fuck, though.
“I’m okay with that. The more the merrier, right? But…” Motherfucker, I knew that word was going to fuck up my life.
“No buts,” I palm her ass cheeks and squeeze, digging the pads of my fingers deep into her flesh. “Only butts.”
“Well, this is a big but…”
I chuckle at her raised brows. She’s having a serious conversation, whereas my mind is solely focused on how quickly I can get her jeans down, my handy dandy packet of lube out, and my dick inside her. We are not the same.
“Nah, Stabby, your butt is just fucking right.” Again, I squeeze for emphasis.
“Concentrate, you loon. And I’m the one with ADHD? Are you sure you’re not also? They say the symptoms don’t present the same in men and women. I wonder if your sex drive is a symptom? Wouldn’t that—” I shut her up with my mouth, my tongue forcing her to swallow her next sentence so she can U-turn back to the original conversation.
“Big but?” I remind her.
“Right. Spencer. There's no way he’s okay with this. I know men and I know lust. He’s a man, yes, but there’s no lust for me…only you.” Yeah, Spence is gay. Like,gaygay. Like her exposed vagina might make his balls shrivel up and hide. I know this but it doesn’t minimize the fact that I want them both.
“We’ll figure it out. He knows I want you both and you know I want you both.” Fuck, said like that, I sound like a selfish prick.
“Were you ever told no as a child?” She’s got one brow raised, challenging me.
“Trust me, I’ve got the scars to prove it, but that’s a story for another time.”
My hands slide up her denim-covered ass and across her waist so I can flip open the button and zip her down. I don’t hesitate, don’t play coy or timid or even ask her for permission, because the fact she’s shimmying out of said jeans is invitation enough.
When she grabs the back of my head and pulls me in closer just so she can lick a path from my jaw to the top ofmy cheekbone, I seriously consider just ripping every piece of clothing on her body.
To say I’m hard is like saying lava is warm. My dick could drill for oil at this point and if she’s not careful, I may be drilling for days.
“You know it’s dangerous to wave a red flag at a bull, right?” My question comes in between kisses. And by kisses, I do mean biting her bottom lip and sucking on her tongue.
“And you’re the bull in this scenario?” I freeze because…of course I’m the bull. Aren’t I?
“Something you’re not telling me there, Stabby?” I would’ve noticed if she were packing, right?
“No, I meant…maybe you’re the one with the red flags and I’m gonna attack you.” As if I wouldn’t be down with that.
“By all means, Stabby, attack away.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, she drops her pants, battles with her shoes, and just throws her panties away like she won’t be needing those…ever.
Then, with a move worthy of WWE, she kicks my feet from under me and brings me to my literal knees.
Plot twist.
“Now eat my pussy as an apology for assuming you’re in charge.” This is gonna be fun.
“Yes, Mistress. Pussy’s my favorite meal.” I’m all good with switching it up and kneeling at the feet of a goddess, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be a brat. After all, what’s the point if you’re not pushing back?
Grabbing her thighs just beneath her ass cheeks, I position her pretty little cunt at the perfect angle for my evening meal, but I don’t move. Parker’s in charge and I won’t take this away from her. Not that I could with the way she’s locked my head right where she wants it.
“Now, be a good boy and eat ya dinner.”