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I take a sip and grab a lock of her hair to twirl in my finger. “Yup. Now come here.”
Tugging lightly on her hair, I guide her so she’s sitting on my lap and I’m leaning against her headboard. I run my fingers along the hem of her neckline, casually brushing the tips across the swell of her breasts.
“What are you trying to do?”
“Make your nipples incredibly hard so you can’t go anywhere today until I fuck you up against the white of your wall.”
“I was already planning on it.” Her sexy smile captures me and I’m moments away from cashing in when I realize there are a few things I need to discuss with her.
Setting the cup of coffee on the nightstand, I pull her in closer and rest my hands on her hips. HerI got fuckedlook has me hard underneath her, and I hope I can talk to her before she starts to rock her hips against me again.
“Mmm . . . morning wood suits you well.”
I laugh and press my fingers up her shirt but still keep my hands on her hips. If I move any higher, I’ll be a goner. Her breasts are so entirely boner worthy that I fucked them last night right after I ate her out. We got to know each other rather personally during the late hours of the night.
“You suit me well,” I respond.
She leans in to kiss me, but I stop her. Confusion crosses her face so I speak quickly. “Before I take your pussy again, I have a quick question for you.”
“What’s that?” She leans forward and kisses my chest right before flattening her tongue against my nipple and licking it.
Fuuuuuckk.
Concentrate.
“Funny thing, I heard you tell your roommate to put some clothes on.”
In between kisses to my chest, she says, “Ugh, yeah, he’s always walking around naked. I’ve seen his penis so many times it’s like second nature to me now.”
I grit my teeth, the tension in my jaw overpowering. She knows what his penis looks like?
“So, he’s gay, right?”
Her kisses halt, and she glances up at me.
“Who? Jonathan?” I nod, too angry to open my mouth. To my dismay she laughs and shakes her head. “Oh my God, no. Jonathan is the furthest thing from being gay. Probably the biggest manwhore I know.”
“And you see him naked, almost every day?” I feel like my teeth are about to turn into dust.
She pulls away a little more and asks, “What are you getting at?”
Knowing how we got into this situation last night, I choose my words wisely. “This man, does he see you naked?”
“Oh my God, Reese.” She stands up from the bed but I quickly catch her and pull her back down, trapping her with my naked body. “Get off me.”
“No.” I pin her hands above her head with one hand and force her to look at me. “I trustyou, Paisley, but I don’t trust other men. You do realize you’re incredibly fucking hot, right? Like any man would fall to their knees if you gave them the time of day.”
“Not Jonathan. He’s like a brother to me. God, Reese, are you really jealous of him?”
“Hell yes, I am. Why wouldn’t I be? He walks around naked, and he apparently is a manwhore. Of course I’m jealous, and worried.”
Her face lightens from my confession. “And why would you be worried?”
Without skipping a beat, I say, “Because I don’t share, ever. If I’m going to be with you, Paisley, then I want all of you, not half.”
The tension in her body releases. “Does that go both ways?”
“Of course it goes both ways. Despite what the media says, I don’t fuck around, Paisley, especially on girls I really like.”
