Page 40 of Come Take Me Now

I repeat it over and over until I believe a sliver of it.

“Enzo, are you okay?” Ally asks from the doorway to my office. I pull my fingers out of my hair and snap my head up.

“Yeah. What do you need?” I calmly respond.

That evening, once I return home, I light up half a joint and smoke it on my back patio slowly. The worries about missing something big at work fade as more ash appears. Life is good. Dream job, dream truck, dream girl, who seems to have forgiven me. What’s left to chase?

“I knew you’d drop by,” I state as Tilly walks through the front door late after the sun sets.

When I saw she was on the move, I assumed she was coming here again, and I freshened up to mask the potent weed scent from my body—changed my shirt, swished mouthwash, shook out my hair, and put it back up. Not that I’m ashamed, and it’s legal for a reason, but I didn’t want to answer questions. I just want to feel her.

She smiles at me. “Hush,” she replies teasingly.

“Let’s try to make it to my room this time, eh?”

Wednesday

A third night in a row.

Watching that round ass rush up the steps, a little impulsiveness sparks within me. “I can’t fucking wait.”

As Tilly steps up the stairs, I yank her shorts down her legs. She stops on the stairs in surprise, and I pull her against me. My impatient fingers work their way between her legs while she twists her neck to kiss me. I knew she wanted this just as badly.

“Now,” she whispers.

“Grab the railing, Bee.”

She flashes me a smile, and I release her from my arms. She grips the staircase railing that’s open to the downstairs and arches her back to stick her ass out. I give it a good squeeze as she pushes backwards to invite me. I pull my dick out of my joggers with one hand and slip my fingers through her moistness with my other.

After so much back-to-back fucking, I know she can handle it, and I’m going to give her every inch. I brush my tip through her arousal, and she grinds against me.

“Take it,” I say, holding the base of my dick steady. She backs up slightly to take the head, and I shut my eyes to enjoy every second of her warmth stretched around me. I thrust my hips to bury myself in her, making her moan out at the fullness.

You’ll never walk away after a summer with me.

I grip her hips and don’t hold back in ramming into her. She cries out over and over with every one of my thrusts. She tightens her grip on the railing to absorb the force I drive into her to the point her knuckles turn white. I hear a crack, and she screams out not in passion, but in actual fear.

“Enzo!”

My eyes flare open, and the railing has detached from the column. I slow my hips to a stop. “Something to fix next weekend.” I pull out of her and step out of my joggers and sit on the top step. “Come here.” The hardwood doesn’t feel good under me, and I know my thirty-two-year-old back will ache later.

But fucking worth it.

Tilly straddles my lap, crossing her wrists behind my neck, and takes me inside of her all over again with no hesitation. She closes her eyes and continues at her own pace. She throws her head back, and I plant a kiss at the base of her neck. At this rate, we’re going to christen every room in my house, and I’m perfectly okay with that.

I place my hands on her back, holding her to me as she rides me. I tangle my fingers in her hair too, giving it a slight tug, and she smiles while keeping her eyes closed. But I’m watching her. Every second. The way her tits jiggle with every move. How her hair flows around her elbows.

The tension builds in my thighs, faster than it ever has before. I’m spilling into her before my brain can catch up. “Fuck, I’m coming!” I call out. She doesn’t slow or move, and I grip the sides of her hips to make her slow her motions. I lean back and rub my hands over my face. “Jesus,” I mumble. “But you didn’t get there yet.”

Tilly shrugs, which causes her tits to rise with her movement. “Almost did.”

“Give me ten minutes.”

She giggles and lifts her hips to break us apart. She steps over me and starts for my bedroom. “Don’t keep me waiting, E,” she calls over her shoulder.

I smirk to myself at how hard I’m going to fuck her when my dick comes back to life after being drained. But first, I have to get off the floor, and I hate how much my knees creak now. At least she’s in my room and can’t hear them. I gather up my joggers and from the doorway, I see her lying across my bed with her head propped up on her hand and that ‘fuck me now’ look in her eyes.

“Let’s see how many rounds we can get to tonight,” I say. She bites her lip before sending a devilish smile my way.