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“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Right there. Holy shit.”
Motherhood has tamed my mouth down quite I bit. I try to watch the cursing, but when Tanner starts touching me, I turn into a sailor on leave.
I have no idea how long my orgasm takes because my brain seems to have gone on vacation for the moment, but eventually, I find myself teetering on the edge. My fingers grip into Tanner’s thighs as I try to hold onto any semblance of control I have.
But when Tanner increases his tempo a little and whispers in my ear. “Come for me,” I realize that any control I thought I had was clearly all in my head. Because my orgasm hits me hard. Water sloshes all over the place as I struggle to sit still.
He holds me tight until I finally start to settle. He leans in to say, “You look so fucking sexy when you come.”
I could get used to this; Tanner is amazing.
But I know better than that.
This is temporary. It’s just like one of the romance books I read.
A wonderful escape, but not reality.
Chapter Eleven
Tanner
“Areyoureadyforthis cinematic masterpiece?” I ask Erin, who already doesn’t look impressed.
She clicks the play button on the remote as she reads the title. “The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Is this a movie about a bunch of dudes fighting over some jewelry?”
“Well…technically, yes. But there’s a whole lot more to it than that. There are orcs and hobbits and wizards.”
“Oh my,” she says sarcastically. “You’re lucky you’re a wizard in the bedroom. You make me come, and then, in my post-orgasm haze, you get me to agree to watch extremely long movies with you.”
I grab her by the chin and pull her close. “How about we watch for a little while and then I do some more sex wizard stuff to your naked body?”
“You know I can’t say no to that,” she says with a grin.
The movie starts to play, and Erin watches intently as everything is explained. When I suggested we watch this, I wasn’t one hundred percent serious, but she agreed, and I wasn’t about to turn down a chance to watch it with her.
Our condoms arrived a few minutes ago, but I figure we can wait a little while before breaking into them. As much as I want to constantly bury myself inside Erin’s sweet pussy, I equally want to spend some more time getting to know her.
I was surprised earlier when she opened up so much to me about her marriage and subsequent divorce. I tried to keep my cool while she talked, but it was hard as hell to keep my mouth shut about her shitty ex-husband.
That asshole had the nerve to tell her she wasn’t sexy anymore after she carried three of his kids for nine months each? Fuck that.
Maybe it stems from my childhood, but I believe women should be treated like fucking queens. No matter how long I’m with a woman—whether it’s one night or a whole year—I make sure they know how amazing they are.
Growing up, I saw my momma get with every lowlife in the area. She was a magnet for men who treated her like shit. I watched her heart get broken over and over again. I refuse to ever let any woman I ever date feel like that.
Any woman I am with will not be my maid or my mother—nor will I treat her as such. She will be my partner. If anything, I would take the brunt of things so she doesn’t have to.
And I don’t consider myself some sort of saint for that. I just consider myself a decent human being.
I’m sure most women look at me, and at first glance don’t think I would be that type of man. They probably take one look at the long hair (and occasional man bun) and tattoos and think I’m automatically a douche bag.
But if they give me a chance, I do my best to prove them wrong. It can sometimes be hard when I have a job that has me on the road so much. That just means that I have to try that much harder when I’m home.
Best believe that if someone as amazing as Erin was home waiting for me every night, I would make sure that she felt as loved and appreciated as possible. Hell, I’ve only known her 24 hours, and I’m determined to still make her feel special.
Doesn’t that sound ridiculous?
Twenty-four hours.
