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It didn’t matter how much I wanted Ellie. I was committed to staying strong.
And yet here we are.
You know what, though?
I don’t care.
I’m done fighting.
I’m done keeping my feelings a secret.
I fucking love Ellie Troy.
That’s right; I said “love.”
And tonight I’m going to show her just how much.
I drive us home, even though we’re in her car. I don’t think she could drive if she wanted to. She’s all over me, running her hands up and down my jean-clad thighs. And now she’s kissing my neck and the side of my stubbled face.
Though I love it, I have to say, “Babe, if you keep that up, we’re going to wreck.”
“Then get us home faster,” she grinds out as she squeezes my leg.
Oh hell, I hit the gas.
Boy, do I ever.
We make it to the house, but pulling into the garage and parking is a blur.
Walking into the house is too.
At some point—fuck the ankle, especially since it feels a lot better anyway—I pick Ellie up in my arms and carry her to my bedroom.
I kick the door closed behind me, and then our clothes are discarded all over the damn place.
At one point, I grab the comforter on the bed and just rip it the hell off.
There are giggles and laughs, like when I almost trip over that damn comforter, or when I have Ellie prone on the bed and I’m kneeling above her, yanking off one of her cute, fuzzy pink socks, and it goes flying across the room.
I almost lose my balance, but I recover quickly.
When we stop and look into each other’s eyes, we know that what’s finally happening is so fucking right.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” I confess. “I thought it would never happen.”
Quietly, she shares, “I’ve actually wanted this for a long time now.”
“You have?”
She nods. “I have.”
“Well, shit, woman, if I’d known that…”
I’m bare, so I quickly get to work on the rest of her clothes—bra, panties, that damn other fuzzy pink sock.
Once I have her naked and beneath me, I peer into her eyes and stroke her hair away from her forehead. As much as it sucks, we have a quick talk about health and birth control.
But as soon as that’s out of the way, I tell her, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ellie. I don’t mean just here.” I caress her soft cheek, her perfect full lips. But then I drop my hand to her heart and say, “I mean in here, as well, where it matters most.”
