Page 90 of The Cheerleader is Off Limits

“Thank you,” she whispers. I’m still kneeling in front of her, and she leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose. There was something so domestic, so intimate about it that my heart squeezes in my chest. She grabs the clothes I gave her and moves into the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if I was expecting her to get completely naked, but a part of me is disappointed that she put a door between us while she changed.

This is for the best.

But then she comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, and I see she’d taken her hair down from that sexy-as-hell high ponytail she had it in from the game, and she’s wearing nothing but the T-shirt I gave her. She’d foregone the sweatpants, so I was looking at her smooth, bare legs underneath my shirt that came to about mid-thigh on her.

She collapses onto my bed and pulls her pillow under her head immediately before letting out a contented sigh.

“Do you need to text anyone to let them know you’re safe? Maybe your cousin?”

“I told her I was safe,” she murmurs as her eyes flutter closed. “I appreciate you coming to get me.”

“Of course.”

“I know this doesn’t change anything.” I swallow the words sitting on the tip of my tongue that… maybe it did? Not that Margot finding out was the worst thing that could happen, but another person knowing this secret did feel like a tiny weight had been lifted off my shoulders. “Will you lie down with me?”

“Yeah,” I tell her, kicking off my shoes and sliding my pants down my legs and pulling my shirt off. I climb into bed next to her, and within seconds, I can hear her softly snoring.

I’m asleep not long after.

The first thing that jostles me somewhat awake is the feeling of a weight on top of me. The second thing is the feeling of lips on my neck andmoreweight on my dick. My eyes fly open, and the room is pitch black. “Sloane.”

“Mmm, hi, Daddy.”

“Shit,” I whisper. “Baby, we really shouldn’t.”

“Please… haven’t you missed me, Daddy?”

“Yes. So much. But we’ve talked about this,” I say, but my actions are very different as I reach under my shirt she’s wearing to play with the string of her thong.

“Maybe just… one more time? I mean… I’m here.”

“You’ve been drinking, baby. I don’t want…” I start when she cuts me off.

“To take advantage of me? River, please. I’m half naked and climbed on top of you while you were sleeping. I don’t think anyone would think you’re taking advantage here.”

“You seem more sober…”

“Well, I’ve been asleep for a few hours,” she says, and when I reach for the phone on my nightstand, I see it’s almost four in the morning. “How about… you just… relax,” she whispers before her lips collide gently with mine.

I groan against her soft, pillowy lips, and then her tongue gently moves between my lips, to meet mine and begins to rub hers against it. Her soft hands rub against my bare chest as she rocks against me while we kiss. “Maybe… we can get off like this?” She grinds her covered pussy against my dick that’s covered by my briefs, and the thought of dry humping her until we come was so fucking sexy, I’m about to lose my mind. “I’ve missed you so much,” she tells me as she begins to move faster on top of me.

I grab her hips, holding her hard against me and helping her move back and forth. “I’ve missed you too. I’ve thought about you so much.”

“I don’t want to give you up. Please don’t make me,” she pants against my lips. “I want you… I want this… us… fuck, you’re hitting my clit just right,” she moans, and my cock is already leaking in my briefs from her humping me.

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

“I’m your good girl?”

“My best fucking girl.”

Her lips find mine again. “Have you… had anyone here since I’ve been here?”

I pull her lips away from mine and hold her cheeks in my hands. “Fuck no. I swear.” It’s so dark, I can’t really see, but I feel her nod against my cheek as she continues to move on top of me.

“You believe me?”

“Yes,” she whispers before her teeth nip at my chin. Her lips trail along my jaw before our lips connect again. The kiss is passionate and hungry, like we can’t get enough of each other or we can’t get close enough.My hand slides up her back and tangles in her hair, as I hold her head. Her hands find my cheeks as she strokes my jaw, and all the while our groins are pressed together, grinding against each other and desperate to be connected.