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“It’s gross, Rocky. Get me something to wipe it up.”
“It’s gonna do that for a while, huh?” he asked, instead of doing what she asked.
“No clue. Probably.”
He smiled wider. “Fuck, I’m a caveman. Knowing I’m the first to see this, and it’s the first time it’s ever happened for you, turns me on so bad.”
“I can see that,” Bristol retorted, eyeing his hardening cock between his legs.
He reached out and ran his thumb between her pussy lips, sighing in contentment when he easily slipped through the folds because of her own juices and his come. Then he leaned over and grabbed the T-shirt he’d thrown on the floor earlier. He gently wiped her thighs and between her legs. He straightened on his knees and kissed her hard once more.
“Can’t lie. Thinking about that while we’re eating dinner is gonna make it hard to not haul you right back into this bed.”
“Try,” she said dryly. “I’m hungry, and I know you are too.”
He smiled, then sobered. “I’m going to do everything in my power not to fuck this up.”
“Me too,” Bristol told him.
“I’m serious. You’re literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m gonna guard that with my life.”
“I don’t want you to do that,” she told him.
“Too bad.” He then stood, threw the dirty T-shirt into the hamper and strode over to his dresser. He grabbed a pair of boxers and two T-shirts. He snagged his sweats from the edge of the bed where he’d removed them earlier and grabbed her hand. He towed her to the bathroom, where he grabbed a washcloth, wet it with warm water, and handed it to her.
This should be weird, but somehow with Rocky, it wasn’t. Bristol cleaned up and put on the T-shirt Rocky had grabbed for her. After he’d washed himself and gotten dressed, she started to go back to the room to find a pair of underwear, but Rocky grabbed her hand once more.
“Hey! I need to go put on some undies.”
“Nope. You’re perfect just how you are.”
“Rocky, seriously.”
“Iamserious. You don’t need ’em. I’m just gonna take them off later.”
“But you put on boxers—and those sexy sweats, I might add. And I’m gonna takethemoff later.”
He pulled her to him and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “But I want you to sit on my lap while we eat so I can feel if any more of me leaks out of you.”
Bristol rolled her eyes. “You’re so weird.”
“I know. I’m sorry. But you’ll do it anyway, right?”
“This once. Yes. Since it’s the first time.”
“Okay.”
Their dinner was waiting for them in the oven she’d set to warm before he’d gotten home. The gravy was a lost cause, but the rest of the meal was delicious. Bristol sat on Rocky’s lap, as he’d asked, and she didn’t even feel too self-conscious about it. The shirt she had on was large enough to completely cover her, so she didn’t feel naked.
“Sorry I skipped lunch,” he said as he ate. “I just got busy and wanted to finish up the drywall so it had time to dry before I went in tomorrow.”
“It’s okay. You haven’t seen me when I’m completely lost in my stained glass. I forget to eat all the time.”
“We’re a lot alike,” Rocky said.
Bristol nodded. “Yeah.”
“I can’t wait to see you lost in your creativity,” he said, pausing from eating to kiss her temple. “I bet it’s hot.”
