Girl Crush(71)

“It could take months to find another house I love as much as I do this one.” The words were spoken against his chest, and I wondered if he could even hear them they were so soft.

“Please?” he begged and slipped his hands between my thighs.

“Collier…” I moaned his name as he sank two fingers into my heat.

He played dirty. West was a man used to getting his way. He teased my clit with his thumb and stroked my insides, bringing me to life like a key turned in an ignition. The guy knew just what to do to get me to concede. Since the first night we’d bumped uglies, he’d used my sexual drive to steer me in the direction he wanted to go.

“Giselle,” he responded as though he didn’t know my plea had been for him to take me higher.

Two could play at this game. “Can I drive your car?”

His other hand kneaded my ass, and I felt his excitement growing against my hip. “Would that get you to buy a house with me?” The warmth of his breath against my ear sent a chill up my spine.

“Maybe.” We were nowhere near an agreement.

“What will it take to get you to consider it?”

I threaded my fingers through the short hairs on the back of his head, and he rolled his hips and erection against me. Peppering kisses against my neck, he continued to work his way down my body. Twisting his wrist and the fingers deep inside me, I almost gave in.

“The keys.”

Suddenly, his hand was no longer between my legs, and his lips weren’t on my skin. In one swift movement, he hoisted me, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. He moved to press me against the wall, the head of his junk waiting at the entrance to my love tunnel. I tried to shift and sink his raging stick into my holiest of holy places, but he refused my advances. My sexual frustration mounted while he toyed with me.

“How about I buy you your own?” His length slipped between my lady lips and glided smoothly with my excitement.

“I want to drive yours.” I forced him to kiss me, unwilling to continue with the topic at hand until he slapped my bread with his salami. Our chests heaved, and both of us struggled to catch our breath, but neither relented to the other.

Finally, I transferred my weight in his arms enough that he had to shift his position to keep from falling, and in that save, he lost the battle. His swollen schlong dipped into the pool, and he refused to come up for air at that point. West fucked me against the wall, hopelessly lost in the ecstasy that existed anytime he was inside me. I bit his shoulder, desperate for release, but West held out knowing I’d cave to reach that illustrious O.

“Tell me what I want to hear, babe.” He panted against my mouth between kisses.

“I love you.” It was a nice sentiment, but not what he was getting at.

“What else?” His thrusts slowed as he pulled me away from the peak.

I tried to control the pace, but the position he had me in made it impossible. “You’re an amazing lover.” Flattery usually got me anything I wanted…except the car keys.

“Uh-uh.”

“Collier, please.”

“Please what?”

“Don’t torture me.”

“What do you need, babe?”

“You.”

“Tell me what I want to hear.”

“Blackmail.”

“Are you in a position to bargain?” He had me and knew it. I craved this with him, and nothing short of an earthquake would pull me away.

My forehead dropped to the crook of his neck, and I shook my head without responding.

“Can we buy another house?”

If it had been anyone other than this man, I’d be pissed he tried to manipulate me. But with Collier, I knew he’d never force anything I didn’t want, and if I never found another house I adored, we’d stay here. As much as I loved this place, I loved him more. And I couldn’t wait any longer. “Yes!” I cried out, and he responded with a mind-blowing orgasm that left me lifeless in his arms.

He carried me to the bed and covered my body with his own. The Collier who was driven to make a point took a back seat to the man who insisted on making love to me.

Satiated and almost asleep next to him, I closed my eyes to welcome the sandman. He kissed my temple and whispered, “You should have asked for the keys one more time.”

Fucker thought he was cute. And I loved him.



*

Turned out, shopping for a house when money wasn’t an issue was far more fun than doing it on a budget. My modest home had fit my humble budget after I purchased it, but once we started looking, I realized there were things we could afford together that I never could have had on my own. I had no interest in breaking the bank, but I added a few things to my wish list.

“You’re driving the real estate agent bonkers, babe.”

“I’m just challenging her skill set.”

“There isn’t a pool in this state shaped like a bottle of nail polish.”

It was absurd, and I knew it, but I loved seeing Collier’s face when I threw out something outlandish.

“I didn’t say that was a deal breaker.”

“You want a four-thousand square foot house with three bedrooms. It doesn’t exist.”

“No, you set the size, I just said three bedrooms.”

“Custom cabinetry for your OPI collection?”