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“So Mason took us for a beer since I was also moody because a beautiful woman I can’t get out of my head wouldn’t take my calls.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. It was at the Hi-Lite. I was inducted into the club of poor bastards who happen to love a Harris woman. I know about Mason by the way.”
“You didn’t—”
“Tell him that he’s the proud papa to an actual child and not an infant? No. Although I will say I like him.”
“I do too.”
“Then why doesn’t he know?” I ask.
“It’s a long and sad tale,” she says. “Basically, they were too young to fall in love and too stubborn to give into each other and love each other as they should have. I get the feeling he was scared when he was in the marines and didn’t know what to do with her, so he cut her loose.”
“Got it. I guess she didn’t take it well?”
“She did not. She left for Chicago and never looked back. Two months later, she called me crying because the plus sign on the stick was a glaring indicator that life was complicated. But we’ve done the best that we could.”
“I can see that.”
“Thanks,” she says, and we both stand to clear the table.
Zelda fills the sink with hot water, and I fit myself to her back with my arms on either side of her as I help her wash the dishes.
“Court,” she whispers.
“Hmm,” I answer against the side of her neck below her ear. She arches into me and I feel her press her ass against my growing cock.
“Court,” she says again as she turns her head to the side to face me, pressing her mouth against mine. I take over the kiss and lick into her parted lips, tasting the sweetness that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since last night.
She rocks her hips me again and I feel the heat of her through her jeans. She turns her head, offering me her neck and I trail my lips up the slim column of delicate skin that she’s offering.
“Can you feel what you do to me? Can you feel how much I want you?” I ask as I press my erection against her.
“I’m scared,” she whispers.
“You never have to be scared with me,” I tell her. “Do you trust me?”
I wonder if she’s going to tell me no. I would tell me no. She really hasn’t known me long and still, if she denies me, I might die from blood loss to my head because without a doubt it is all in my cock right now.
“Yes,” she says.
Thank Christ.
I reach around her and turn off the faucet before scooping her up in my arms and she squeals because we both still have a little water and soap bubbles on us. I kiss her again, deep and wet, but also short, and then head for the stairs.
“Which one is yours?” I ask at the top of the stairs.
“The last one on the end.”
I walk down the long hall and to the only open door. I kick it closed behind me. The moonlight shines through the sheer white curtains in the window, illuminating everything just enough. I’m going to show her that she can trust me. Always.
I set her down next to the bed and pull my shirt over my head. She watches me unveil my body for her eyes. I take my phone and my wallet out of my jeans pockets and toss them on the bedside table after pulling out a strip of rubbers.
I toe off my shoes and socks and then unbuckle my belt. I push my jeans to the ground, taking my boxer briefs with them and step out of them, kicking everything aside.
“This is me,” I tell her, holding my arms out so that she can see me, scars and all. “This is all of me and I’m going to show you that you can trust me.”
