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I stop at the grocery store, grab some things for dinner, and head home. Since I’m a betting man, I’d say she’s not going to be so happy with me after the T-shirt stunt, so a homecooked meal sounds like the best plan to dodge her right hook. Even though she may be waiting by the door, ready to sock me, the image of her looking so damn sexy in my shirt was worth it.
Pulling into my place, I grab my work bag and groceries and head up. Is it bad I’m actually anticipating her anger? Her pouty lips. I take the stairs two at a time, forgoing the elevator.
Jamming my key into the lock, I open the door and look around. “Makayla?” I call out, dropping my keys and bags on the table. The place looks the way I left it. “Mak?” Maybe she’s sleeping. Fuck, I shouldn’t have left her alone all day with those meds. What if something happened? I pick up my pace and head to her room. Opening the door quietly so I don’t wake her, I peek in. She’s not there. The bed’s made and—all her things are gone. “What the hell?”
I check my room. “Makayla?” Again, nothing. I’m about to leave when I turn back, spotting the note stuck to my dresser mirror. I rip it off and read it.
Nice prank, asshole. For the record, your team sucks. So does your wardrobe. That’s why I did you a favor and trashed all your shitty sports stuff. You’re welcome. Oh, and Levi says thank you for the football. Well, he will say that when I hand it over. If Hannah asks, I enjoyed the sweet finger-bang you gave me last night that broke your terms. Payback’s a bitch.
xoxo - Mak
“Motherfucker.” I crumple the piece of paper and dash to my closet. I have years of sports memorabilia, signed and untouched. T-shirts I wore when the team made it to the World Series. And the football. She fucking didn’t. I swing my closet door open, praying she didn’t go through my shit and find the football. “I’m going to ring her fucking—”
“Got you!” A tiny thing jumps at me from my closet, scaring the piss out of me. I stumble back as Makayla hops out. “Sucker! Oh, man, what was that? You were going to what?” She laughs, doing a little dance in front of me. That little—
I react quickly, grabbing her, making sure not to hurt her hands, and bringing her into my arms. I capture her against my chest and walk back into the dark closet.
“You think you’re funny?”
Her soft chuckle is like music to my goddamn ears. “A lot funnier than a lame T-shirt prank. Man, you sounded like you were about to cry there for a second.”
“I did not.”
“Sure did. What upset you most? That I possibly trashed your shitty jerseys or stole your football? We can always discuss your baseball card collection. That was going next.” I want nothing more than to shut her up with a kiss. Even in the darkness of the small room, I see the glimmer in her eyes. The way they consume me, no matter our situation.
“You went through my things?” I ask, moving her farther back.
“I mean, you did leave me here. What else was I supposed to do?” Her tone is softer, less confident. She’s affected by my proximity, and I fucking love it.
“What else did you find? Did you go through my box of toys?”
She licks her lips, and it turns me on. “What. . . toys?”
I press her up against a row of hanging shirts. My head dips. I don’t know who I’m torturing more: her or myself. I want to claim her mouth, wrap her legs around me, and thrust an entire lifetime of desire into her. Fuck. “One thing you don’t know about me, sweetheart, is I’m a dirty man. And I like dirty things. Giving up that football may be worth it to see you tied to my bed with a red ball-gag in your mouth while I shove my favorite objects inside your tight cunt. Clamp these nipples.”
The heat from my palm is the only thing touching her as I raise my hand along her breast. “Have you ever been filled from behind, Makayla? Stuffed with toys? Something in both your pretty holes?” A small gasp filters out as her lips part in the sexiest way. Unable to stop myself, I lift my hand and brush my thumb along her bottom lip, pushing it down to widen her mouth. “Tell me, Mak. Have you ever felt such pain, that morphed into the deepest of pleasures? Have your body brought to the brink of breaking, only to experience such an intense orgasm, you lose feeling in your entire body?” I lean into her so she can feel my cock straining against my jeans. “I’d be glad to give up that football for a round of playtime with you.”
Her head falls back into the clothes, her eyes heavy with lust. I can’t imagine mine look any different. “What’s it going to be, Mak?”
She bites down on her bottom lip. Opening and closing, she attempts to speak. We’re so close, I can feel her heartbeat hammering against mine. It’s barely noticeable, but she slowly nods. “Yes. . .”
“Yes, what?” I push her.
“Yes, I want to feel that.”
She’s so damn beautiful. And eager. Shy in the best way while open for adventure. My cock jerks, and I pull away, causing her to almost fall forward into me. “Well, you're a kinky little thing, aren't you? Good to know. I was messin’ with you. No box of toys. But I did bring home dinner. Hungry?” I turn and walk out, an ear-to-ear grin on my face.
“You asshole!”
“Nope. Just hungry. You like pasta? Or would you prefer the ball-gag?” I duck as a shoe sloppily flies at my head. I really love that football, but thrusting my cock deep inside her, fucking the fury out of her. . . damn. It would be so good, I’d probably go blind.
“You’re seriously an asshole. And that was crude. Clearly, I was just appeasing you and your disgusting behavior.” She trails behind me, trying to say something to save face.
My chest heaves with laughter. I stop and turn around, and she almost runs into me. “You were appeasing me, huh?”
She swallows deeply. “Yeah. You’re a pig.”
I fight back my smirk and lift my hand to cup her cheek. “I might be a pig, but you, my little dirty bird, have some secret desires we both just discovered. Maybe once these days are up, I’ll treat you to a nice going away present.” That only throws more gas on the fire, but the way her pupils dilate is worth it.
