Time Will Tell (Maybe #3)(38)

“Do you get into a lot of fights?” she asks, wrinkling her nose.

Great, now she thinks I’m some * who starts shit everywhere he goes.

“No, I hardly get into fights,” I tell her. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I just saw you telling him no, but he still touched you and I lost it. I was trying to calm myself, but when he pushed me, he gave me the perfect excuse to teach him a lesson for touching you.”

She runs her hand up my bicep, her eyes lifting to mine.

“I was a little scared,” she admits. “More shocked, but shit happens, right? We’re both okay and that’s all that matters. You need to understand that I’m yours, and only yours.”

If feels f*ckin’ good hearing her say those words.

“Is that right?” I murmur, lifting her onto my lap, straddling me.

She nods. “Trust me, if another woman touched you, I wouldn’t like it one bit.”

I gather her hair in my hand and move it to one side, over her shoulder. I lean forward and kiss her neck, my tongue licking the spot between her neck and shoulder. She shivers, so I do it again.

“I don’t want to touch anyone but you,” I whisper, my lips exploring her neck. “And I never will.”

She threads her fingers through my hair and pulls my head back so our mouths are almost touching. “I love you.”

“And thank f*ck for that,” I whisper against her pouty red lips. “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.”

Then I kiss her.

The kiss isn’t polite or reserved.

No, it’s hot, all consuming, and demanding.

It’s hungry. It’s needy.

It’s teeth clashing, biting and sucking.

Licking.

Tasting.

I devour her mouth.

She moans as my hands start to wander over the dress I’d wanted to rip off her all night. Sliding the slinky black material up her thighs, I push the dress over her hips and up under her breasts.

“Arms up.”

She lifts her arms and I pull the dress off. Underneath, she’s braless, so she’s left in nothing but a black thong. I cup the bare globes of her ass with both hands, squeezing and fondling. My mouth then pays attention to her breasts and sucks on her nipples.

“Shit. Xander,” she groans as I playfully nip and lick. I do the same to the other, not wanting it to feel left out. Standing with her in my arms, I lower her to the floor. Reaching down, I rip off her thong in one swift move.

“Leave the heels on,” I tell her, taking a step back and greedily taking in the sight before me.

Fuck.

I’m so hard and want in badly.

Her dark curly hair is wild and untamed, framing her pretty face and falling down her back. Her blue eyes are heavy-lidded, staring back at me with such desire and need that I want to fall to my knees. Her pink nipples are beaded, begging for more attention that I’m going to give her in due time. Her small waist flares out into wide hips that I love so much. My eyes lower to her *, bare except for one strip of trimmed hair, then down to her sexy, strong thighs. Last, I enjoy the view of her heels, making her legs look even sexier.

And she’s all mine.

How did I get so lucky?

“Turn around,” I tell her, my voice trembling slightly. “Put your hands on the wall and stick your ass out.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip before doing as I asked. She places both hands flat on the wall, bending at the waist, sticking her ass out to me.

What a f*ckin’ view.

Her ass is perfectly rounded, and she has a lot to grab.

I like that.

A lot.

I pull off my shirt and remove my jeans, already having taken off my shoes when I entered the house. Sliding down on my knees behind her, I cup her and lower my mouth to her *. I start with one short lick before settling in for the long haul. Soon, I have her screaming, begging and pleading with me to let her come. When I feel her thighs tremble this time, I don’t pull away. I keep my mouth on her clit as she comes, sliding a finger inside her. I drag it out for her as long as I can, then stand and slide into her with one smooth thrust. She curses. I grip her hips, take a few steps back, and sit back down on her bed with her still on my dick, her back to my front. Hands on her hips, I lift her up and down, bouncing. My mouth finds her neck and my hands move to cup her breasts. My hips work up and down, thrusting up into her. Fuck, I can’t get enough. What has this woman done to me? She reaches her hands back and holds onto the back of my neck, then turns her face for a kiss. I slow down the rhythm of my thrusts as I pay attention to her lips.

I love these lips.

“You feel so good, Xander,” she groans. “I never knew it could be like this.”

I never knew it either.

When I feel myself on the edge, I reach down and play with her clit, wanting us to come at the same time.

My hand on her neck, we look into each other’s eyes as we do.

*****

I don’t know what I’m going to do. Am I going to move to Channon to be with Trillion? Can I go back and forth? That isn’t exactly a permanent solution, but it seems smarter than committing to moving so soon. Trillian has two days left before I have to take her back, and I have no idea what to tell her. How long can I stay this time? I’ve been spending a lot of my time here at the shop, and Trillian either tags along or Summer takes her out somewhere. Those two seemed to have hit it off, and I know Summer genuinely likes Trillian, so that makes my life much easier.