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“Rainbows after rain. Cheesy, ‘better days are ahead’ kind of thing.”
She tips her chin up and I bring mine down, our gazes on a collision course. She looks at me with wide eyes and pink cheeks, and I try. I try so goddamn hard to not think of her as anything but my friend, but my imagination runs wild, and I can’t stop it.
I imagine her kissing the places no one’s seen in years. Inking her name right below June’s birthday, so I have something to represent the two best girls in my life. Just a few months with Maven, and she’s already won that award.
I imagine her pulling off my briefs and sucking my dick. Her tongue running up the length from base to tip and seeing how deep she can take me down her throat. It wouldn’t be awkward. She’d probably make a joke. I’d laugh, then she’d roll her eyes, giving me a few last seconds of sanity before she obliterated me into a million little pieces.
“I love it,” she finally says. She wiggles backward, two cushions away, a safe distance that lets me look at her again without thinking I’m going to die. “And I like that they’re secret,too. Only someone who really gets to know you would ever discover them, and when they do, it’s like the world goes from black and white to color. That’s special.”
Maven keeps her attention on my leg, and I see a look in her eyes that wasn’t there when my sweatpants were still on.
Hunger, if I had to guess, in a way that no one else has ever looked at me before. It’s not determination to win a prize but more like desire. It’s like she needs me, and that makes me feel bold as hell.
I rest my hand on my thigh. If I moved three inches to the right, I could wrap my fingers around my cock. She knows it, too, because the side of her mouth hitches up. It’s a smirk, a taunt, a fuckingdareto see if I’ll do it.
I’ve never been so close to jerking off in front of someone in my life.
“I showed you mine,” I say, rough and low. “Are you going to show me yours?”
“What do you want to see?”
I huff out a laugh. “That’s a loaded question.”
Maven tilts her head to the side. “Why do you think I asked it?”
She’s putting the ball in my court, and no matter how much I want to lay her out on this couch and fuck her smart mouth, I have to keep my wits about me. We’re dangerously close to slipping off the edge of something that would change everything between us.
“Where would you get a tattoo?”
“I haven’t thought about it.” She chews on her bottom lip, and I so badly want to sink my teeth into her and find out what she tastes like. “My ribs, maybe.”
Eyes locked on mine, Maven pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it away. She points to the spot on her bare skin, and a sound that can only be described as a pathetic whine leaves mymouth. My vision blurs. My lungs close up, but I don’t fucking dare look away. I know without a doubt I’d drop to my knees and worship at her feet if she asked
“That’s a good spot,” I whisper, and they’re the most difficult words I’ve ever said in my life.
“What do you think?” she asks, and it’s an invitation to admire her.
I drop my gaze to her throat, and she holds her hair off her neck. My eyes travel down to the green bra she’s wearing, to the round tits that fill the lace and almost spill over, and I decide right then and there I want to buy her one in every color.
“Perfect,” I say, but it comes out like a rasp. “Fucking perfect.”
She plays with the strap of her bra and drags it down her shoulder. “I’m glad you think so.”
“I think I need to see from a different angle, though. Just to be sure. Lie back. Please.”
There’s a minute of readjusting.
She scoots around and lays on her back. Her hair scatters across the pillows. Her feet rest on the cushions and her thighs part, like she’s waiting for me.
“Now what?”
“Can I touch you?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says without hesitating. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
There isn’t enough time to do everything I want to do to her.
I sit on my knees and move toward her until I’m between her legs. I hook one hand around her ankle and give her a tug to drag her closer to me.
