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“Anticipation, sweet girl.”
Marley turned toward me, resting her knee on the bench and leaned forward. “So, Atlas. When’s the last time you went home with a woman?”
“Too long ago,” I mumbled. “I’ve been too busy for casual sex.”
“So, it took your grandfather dying to get any action? Interesting.” She sat back, kicked off her shoes and placed her feet in my lap.
I turned my body toward her, grabbed her ankles and pushed her feet against my crotch. “It’s been a very long time, Marley. All of this is begging to get back inside your body.”
Her gaze dropped to my lap, that red in her cheeks, darkening.
“Can you feel it? Every inch is yours. It’s always been yours.” And it would only be hers for the rest of our lives too. But that was a conversation that could wait. Right now, I just needed to spend the night with her. We could talk about our future later.
She swallowed hard. “It’s been awhile for me too, Atlas. A long while. I’m not sure I’ll even know what to do with all of those inches.”
I chuckled. “I’m sure you could figure it out.”
“Hmm…I don’t know.” She pushed her foot into me, making me jump. “You might have to teach me. You might have to remind me what you like. WhatIlike.” She leaned forward, licking along her bottom lip. “You might have to make me beg.”
My dick twitched, pushing against the fly of my pants.
Marley grinned. “I think we should leave.Now.”
Marley
When Atlas jumped fromthe booth, threw money at Ricki and rushed me out of the bar, I almost laughed. I half-expected him to throw me over his shoulder and pound his fists against his chest.
It was later into the night and my head was swimming but not from the previous alcohol I had. No. I was going to get Atlas back inside of me. I was going to have him for the night. I should probably have been pissed that he never called me, but we could deal with that later. Right now, I wanted to fuck. And I wanted him to fuck me hard. Rip me apart and do whatever he wanted to do to me.
We all but ran to his car that was parked not too far from the bar.
“We can’t drive,” I reminded him.
“We’re not driving.” He pushed me against the side of it. “I need my bag. I’m staying at the motel.” He unlocked his car and pulled his bag from the back before kicking the door closed. He grabbed my hand and led us down the sidewalk.
I rushed to keep up with his long strides, my heart racing the closer we got to the only motel in town. I was sure people would be talking about this tomorrow. News spread faster than a disease in Shefford, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered at the moment.
“We need to walk faster,” I told him.
He stopped, glancing down at me. Throwing the strap of the bag over his head, he pulled me closer and before I knew what was happening, he had me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I squealed.
“You walk too slow,” he said, picking up speed. We had one block. One block to go before we both got what we finally wanted.
“You know, it’s not really nice to insult the woman you’re about to spend the night with.”
“Don’t give a shit.” He landed a hand against my ass. “Now shut the fuck up.”
I laughed. “Someone’s grumpy. You need to get laid.”
“Oh, I will. In about a half an hour.”
“Half an hour?” My core ached at the thought that he wouldn’t be inside me before then.
“Yes.”
Once we reached the motel, he carried me up the stairs and dropped me to my feet when we stopped in front of a door.
