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“Are you saying we could fuck each other constantly and it could be just fucking?”
No. Not even close. The notion that we could fuck each other casually is preposterous. She knows it, and I know it, but I can try. If it means I can have this piece of her, I can try for casual.
“I’ll try.” It’s my best offer. “If that’s all you want, we can cut this down to the basics.”
I’ve known Layla for about six weeks. And in this time, shit has gone from fun and dirty to insanely complicated. I’m also the sole guardian of a little girl. A little girl I’m fighting to keep. So truthfully, I shouldn’t be attempting to start a fake-relationship-with-benefits. Yet that’s precisely what I’m doing. Because she’s the one I want to keep.
In my bed. In my life. In Katy’s life.
“You hold all the power,” I admit. “But I think we both know that at this point, sex is on the fucking table. Whether it’s our centerpiece or not is up to you. The decision is yours.”
I shift beneath her and wait for her deliberation. But that doesn’t stop my hand from playing with her nipple, and she’s not stopping it either as she scrutinizes me with deliberate thoughts flickering through her eyes like an old movie reel.
“I don’t want to fall in love again. At least not yet.”
“Whatdoyou want?” I ask.
“You.”
With both hands now on her hips, I glide her center harder against the bulge straining in my jeans, forcing her to feel every hard inch of me. “You’ve got me. I’ve never wanted a woman more than the way I want you.”
“Then I’m saying yes.”
“This continues until you tell me to stop.”
Her hands slither up into her hair, lifting the golden strands and making the hem of her already short shirt rise higher. She grinds against me, and my eyes half close at the spike of pleasure.
“I will tell you to stop,” she promises, but there is uncertainty there too, almost as if she’s forcing that design into herself as well as into me. “When Katy is officially yours and our arrangement comes to an end, we will too. We’ll have to.” It’s a warning mixed with regret, but she’s decisive and fierce as she lands that blow.
Challenge accepted. “Until then…”
In a flash, I grab her ass and flip her over onto the couch. She lands with a soft bounce and a laugh, but then I’m on top of her, pressing her into the leather with my weight.
“God, Layla.” I hover over her, staring down at the goddess beneath me. “Why do I want to fuck you again so badly? Why is it all I can think about? Even as my life is being turned completely upside down, all I want is you.”
I don’t allow her to answer as my lips consume hers. I wasn’t lying. I crave her in a way I don’t quite comprehend. It’s deep in my blood. Restlessly rattling the marrow of my bones.
I wish you belonged to me.
It’s a useless chant, one I’ve had for weeks now.
But fuck all to hell, if she wants me. I’m going to take and take and take until she’s so spent and spun up on me, I’m all she knows.
My hands rip at her T-shirt, throwing it up and over her head. Her tits, so soft and sweet and playful, give a little excited jiggle. And her piercings? I never considered myself a guy who was into that, but I love her piercings. Once I get a good eyeful of them, I rip down her leggings, and when I get them off…
“You were naked under your clothes like this all day?” My hungry gaze shoots up to hers.
“Is it weird if I say I’ve not worn underwear since I moved in here?”
“Why?” I demand, staring down at her pussy.
Layla bites her lip, spreading her thighs a little wider for me. “Because every time I wake up next to you, I’m wet. And not wearing underwear turns me on because it feels like a naughty secret I keep for myself. It’s been too long since I’ve felt you move inside me.”
And then I’m on her, blood thrumming hot and brutal through my veins. There is nothing that can stop me. My mouth is all over hers, licking, biting, tasting, delving in as deep as I can go. I grind against her, punishing her for this. For all that we could have had, she’s denied me, and I want her to feel that.
My jeans are still on, but she doesn’t care about the rough fabric scraping her sensitive skin. She’s taking it all. Welcoming it. Moaning into my mouth and begging for more.
