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“I was embarrassed,” he says. “I didn’t want you to know that I had the worst case of blue balls from being around you and not being able to touch you, Lola. That was all there was to it.”
“You could have touched me.”
“How?” he asks. “I could barely slap two pieces of bread together. I wasn’t going to go to bed with you if I couldn’t please you.”
My hands soften as they reach for his face. “As if that could ever happen, Daire. Just being with you, that’s all that I need.”
“But you said we should be friends,” he points out.
“I know,” I admit. “That was stupid.”
“We need to work on this communication thing,” he says.
I agree, but right now all I really want to do is tear his clothes off. The improbability of that happening in his wheelchair is quite apparent though, so I settle for retrieving his cock from the confines of his trousers. He groans and shudders when I touch him and doesn’t take his eyes off of me.
“I need to be inside of you,” he says. “Like yesterday, pet. So quit playing games and get on my dick.”
I pull my panties aside and sink onto his shaft. It’s a tight fit because it’s been so long, and both of us feel every inch of it. Daire grabs my hips and pulls me all the way down until I’m impaled on his cock and can hardly breathe. “Oh fuck,” he grunts. “I’m not going to last long, LB. Not this time.”
Something Daire would have never admitted before. It gets me hot for him when he’s exposed like this. When he’s human, and he doesn’t care if I see it. Because that means something. As far as Daire is concerned, that means an awful lot.
I ride him like my life depends on it. I kiss him and suck on any part of him my lips can reach. I roll my hips, and he slides in and out of me. He reaches down between us and touches me, groaning at the wetness there. It’s good to see his motor skills are in fine form because Daire takes full control of my body in a matter of seconds. I’m close. So close. And then I’m there. I convulse around him and nearly black out. Daire is on the verge too when something occurs to me.
“Shit,” I murmur. “I forgot to tell you something. I’m not on the pill, Daire. I quit taking it when—”
He buries himself all the way inside of me and unloads with an explosive grunt.
“Did you hear me?” I ask.
He looks up at me and tightens his grip around my waist. “I heard you, Lola.”
“You do realize this means I could get…” I’m afraid to finish that sentence.
“I realize,” he answers. “Maybe we should have talked it out, but I don’t have a problem with it.”
“You don’t?” I feel like this is a trick, and I’m waiting for the punchline, but it never comes. He kisses me again. And his dick gets hard inside of me again. But he won’t let me move.
“I really did have intentions of taking you somewhere tonight.”
“Do we have to?” I wiggle around. “My apartment is right upstairs.”
His face is amused, but I can tell I’m not going to steer him off course. “Let me put it this way, poppet. If you go with me, I’ll let you do whatever you want to my dick for the rest of the night. Capiche?”
Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.
44
Daire
Lola is confusedwhen the driver drops us off in front of my building. “This is where you wanted to take me?”
I don’t bother with a reply. Letting her stew on her questions is more fun for me. We travel to the elevator, her on feet and me on wheels, and ride all the way to the top. The apartment is dark and quiet when we step inside, and she’s still trying to figure out my motives when I roll over to the keypad for the roof.
“You take the stairs,” I tell her once I’ve punched in the code. “I have to take the small elevator. It can only fit one.”
She nods like she’s in a daze and does what I say. Good girl. I take the small elevator, and when I arrive on the roof, Lola is standing by the pool waiting for me. It’s dark, and none of the lights are on, but I change that with the flip of a switch.
“What are we—” She stops short when she sees Grazi and Jimmy. And then Julian. But her mouth really falls open when she sees Mellie standing there, and the look on her face is priceless.
