Page 171 of The Path to Loving Him
Push her on the swing.
And build a fort.
I told her all the things we could do.
And now that we’re headed home, I feel an ache inside me, knowing that spending time with Gabby is going to be hard, but I missed Mac and I’m excited to see her.
“I need to talk to you about something,” Gabby says.
“Why does it sound like it’s something bad?” I ask, picking up on her tone of voice.
“No, it’s nothing bad, but I do think we need to seriously set some ground rules if we’re going to make this work.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“I want you to go first,” she says. “What is your comfort level with Mac? Do you want her to know we’re together? Do you want her to be oblivious? Do you want me to keep my distance until we figure out where this is going? That way, she doesn’t become attached?”
“Huh,” I say, giving it some thought. “I haven’t considered your role with her.”
“That’s okay, you don’t have to answer now. I won’t be offended if you want me to keep my distance. I understand there are sensitivities to account for, and with Mac losing both of her parents, you might want to play it safe.”
“Yeah, maybe. Let me talk with my sisters and see what they say.”
“That’s totally fair, and like I said, you can take your time on this. I want to be sensitive to the situation.”
“I appreciate that.”
“That leads me to school and baseball.” She lifts off me and takes my hand in hers. “I don’t want you to be offended by this, but I’d prefer that we keep things very professional at school and baseball. Meaning no affection whatsoever.”
I hate that rule.
I hate that rule tremendously because the thought of locking her classroom door at lunch and spreading her across her desk is very appealing.
“From your silence, I can tell you’re not a fan of the rule but let me explain.” She squeezes my hand. “I’m new and still trying to prove myself to not just the teaching staff but also the school board and the boys on the team. The last thing I need is for them to find out that I’m seeing the head coach. It just wouldn’t look good.”
“Yeah.” I sigh. “I get that and respect it.”
“So can you promise me right now that you can keep your hands and your dirty talking to yourself?”
“Even dirty talking?” I ask. “Come on.”
“Ryland, I don’t need someone overhearing that you want to fill me with your cum.”
I chuckle. “Why not? It’s a compliment. There isn’t anyone else on this earth who I’d want to fill up with my cum.”
From the corner of my eye, I see her clasp her chest as she says, “As honored as I am to know that I’m a vessel for your cum, I don’t need other people hearing it.”
“Vessel for my cum, huh? Maybe I should change your name to cum vessel in my phone.”
“Do that, and this little relationship is over.”
I chuckle some more. “Noted. Okay, so no funny business at school or at baseball. I think I can do that. What about texting? Can I at least text you dirty things?”
“If you think you can handle that and receive responses from me without getting turned on, then by all means, text away.”
“Hmm, I didn’t consider the responses.”
“Afraid your cum vessel might turn you on in the middle of school?”
