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“Technically speaking, I’m a Heritage Hill resident, and Mason will probably have a hard time getting rid of me.”
“From what P says, I think he’s probably pretty happy about that. When Parker and Beck moved out, he was actually a bit bummed.”
“I’m lucky to have him. It’s going to be a big transition, but I know it’s the right move.”
“I think so too.” I lifted my chin up. “We can talk details later. Kiss me again.”
He obliged, and we came together in an easy, comfortable way. As for what was next? We’d decide that… together.
47
COLE
I opened the bedroom door, looking for my girlfriend, and wasn’t at all expecting her to be lying on the bed. Naked.
She continued to surprise me every day.
“I thought we were going on a leaf-watch drive.”
It was a beautiful time of year in the Finger Lakes, the leaves just starting to fall, which meant it was this weekend or never.
“I still want to do that, but I want you more.”
I was happy to oblige.
First, I took off one shoe.
And then another.
One by one, I slowly removed every article of clothing as Jules watched.
She looked so fucking perfect on that bed.
When she started to get up, I stopped her.
“Uh, no you don’t. I want you just like that.”
I loved that she loved when I took control in the bedroom. To that end, I headed to the closet where my ties hung and grabbed two of them.
When I brought them back out, I didn’t even have to say a word. She lifted her hands up toward the headboard spindles.
As I tied her first hand to it, I complimented her choice of furniture. “You’re never getting rid of this bed.”
I moved around the bed to tie the second one.
“Agreed. And actually, I was thinking, maybe you should make it your bed too.”
She was tied to it, and as I crawled onto the bed, between her legs, one of my favorite positions, I tried to gauge if she was serious.
Using my thumbs, I spread her wide.
“To be my bed, I would have to be living here.”
One lick. And then another. When I thrust two fingers inside, my thumb circling at the same time, the blessed sound of her heavy breathing filled the bedroom.
“I’m asking you to move in with me.”
Her words were disjointed, interrupted by the kind of panting that could only come as a precursor to an orgasm, one I was determined to give her.
