“I am, sweetlips.” I thrust once more, driving the futon against the wall, before withdrawing completely.
“Hey!” she protested. I smacked her ass.
“Bend over,” I growled. She bit her lip, but turned over, sticking her ass into the air. I bit it gently before I gave it another thwap for good measure, making her squeak.
“Again,” she whispered.
“Does my girl like to be spanked?”
She nodded.
Another swat at her cheek. My palm stung with the contact, but she arched beautifully in response. “Another?” I growled.
She sucked in a breath. “Yes, but this time I want you in me.”
Fucking hell. “What my girlfriend wants, she gets,” I said as I lined her up with my cock. “Ready?”
She nodded. I entered her slowly, making sure the angle was right. She gasped when I was fully inserted. Then I slapped her ass and she fucking moaned so loud, I could have come just from hearing her. I thrust into her a few times and she put her back into it as she moved her hips, swirling them onto me. My fingers dug into her soft flesh, gripping her. My balls were swelling, her pants coming quicker.
“Yes, Josh.” I withdrew from her, bent her over farther,yanking her hips up, and plunging into her. She cried out, “More!”
I thrust in and out like a fucking piston, the sound of our grunts and groans ringing out loudly through the bunkie. April shoved her face into a pillow.
“Fuck, I love that sound.” Our bodies slapped together, filling the air. I gripped onto her thick hips, pushing and pulling until I felt her pussy strangle my cock. A few more deep thrusts and my balls squeezed tight as my orgasm ripped through me. Holy shit. I almost blacked out.
We collapsed on the futon and nearly tipped over, making us both laugh. I got up and found some tissues to clean us up with. She turned her back to me for a moment, looking for her shirt and it hit me. We’d crossed a line that we never defined and we would need to figure that out. I crawled in next to her and did the one thing I never did, I pulled her in close for a post-sex snuggle. I waited for her to say something about it as her fingers danced across my chest, it was soothing, but neither of us spoke as we fell back to sleep.
CHAPTER 25
JOSH
April was sleeping peacefully when I woke up. I tossed on some basketball shorts and a shirt, scribbled a note, and went for a run. Despite it being sunrise, the air was already thick and sticky thanks to the late-July heat. The kind that matted your hair to your head and made sweat bead down your back just stepping outside. My mind was playing last night on repeat, and I needed to figure out how, and if, we’d crossed one too many lines.
I’d slept with her. I craved her. I wanted nothing more than to make her scream my name as she came undone, and what was worse, I wanted more. Hence the reason I needed to clear my head. Fake dating didn’t have real strings and sex was more like a rope than a string.
The entire night I’d laid there listening to her shallow breathing and watching her chest rise and fall. I wanted so badly to hold on to her. Something about the similarity of her childhood to mine and never seeming to be good enough no matter what I accomplished, had me seeing her in a different light. Understanding how misunderstood she was and how much of an ass I’d been to her.
A car horn blared behind me, making nearly jump into the hedges of a lawn.
“Watch where you run!” A guy yelled out the window, speeding past me.
Clutching my chest, I flipped him off before leaning over to catch my breath. Fuck, I felt out of shape this morning.
Since I was familiar with the area, I knew April’s grandparent’s cottage wasn’t far from Main Street. It’d probably be nice if I picked April up one of those fancy lattes she liked. I jogged through the streets lined with a mix of cottages that could pass as main houses, then some smaller cottages that appeared original with some peeling paint, worn fences, and grass that was just a touch too long.
Main Street looked the same as it did last summer when I was here. The storefronts were vibrant and inviting with big planters filled with brightly colored flowers. Signs were propped up outside advertising sales or “best breakfast” in town. FYI, not wrong. The guys went last year, and something about that eggs benny was perfection. Maybe I’d ask April if she wanted to grab a bite before we headed home.
Passing the General Store and the pizzeria, I made my way into Ma’s Bakery. The smell was overwhelmingly sweet with fresh baked goods and roasted coffee. My stomach grumbled as I took my place in line behind a young googly-eyed couple that were a little too giddy for six a.m. I wondered about their story, how long had they been together? Was it their first morning after? That’s always an interesting one. I thought about my own mixed feelings about today.
The last thing I wanted to do was complicate our situationship with sex, but fuck. I couldn’t hold back. It was combustible between us and I think we both needed the relief. At least, that was what I was telling myself.Maybe we could make this a friends with benefits thing?Our deal was only just beginning and I doubted we could take sex off the table now,although if she wanted to, I’d respect that decision. Even if it gave me blue balls.
The couple ahead of me cleared their throats, snapping me back into reality. They were both staring at me.
“Hi?” I waved awkwardly.
“Josh Davidson?” the guy asked nervously.
“Yeah.”
