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“I agree. Maybe keep this one out of your bio though so it’s just ours.” When he finally pulls out of me, he does it painfully slowly. Green eyes stay locked with mine until we’re separated, and I can see it all over his face that he wants to shove right back inside me. “I meant to pull out,” he admits. “I just couldn’t.”
Couldn’t, like it was too good to stop. It settles in my chest in the best way.
“Funny, I meant to tell you to pull out but my mouth wouldn’t work. I guess that makes us both guilty.”
Grinning, he leans in and kisses my lips again as he fixes my panties, then slaps down right on my soaked center. “All messy for me, Rowyn.”
“Yeah, it’s about to be an uncomfortable drive home. I’m glad we’re close.”
“See, I thought ahead.” Once my shorts are on, he spins around and pats his back. “Hop on.”
I don't hesitate to use the dead guy’s tomb to give me a leg up and climb him like a tree. “A fun date, amazing sex, and a piggyback ride? You lied to me earlier. You’ve had a girlfriend before.”
“Nope,” he replies with a chuckle. “I read a how-to manual. I’ll be sure to leave it a five star review.”
I bite his ear playfully and let him help me back into the truck with a huge smile on my face. I’m not sure what I really expected tonight would be like, but I’d have been wrong no matter what.
It’s been so much better.
Six: So Long, Goodnight
Pulling into my driveway sucks. For the last couple of minutes, neither of us said much — do I invite him in, do we just leave it here? I’ve never been in this situation before. Usually I invite guys in so I can get laid. I already did that here.
Still, I’m not ready for him to leave, so when he comes over to help me out of the truck, I hold onto him. “Come inside for a bit.”
“Good thing that wasn’t a question.” He backs me against the passenger door the second it closes, stopping just shy of our lips touching. “I need to see all these fakeplants and wax people you claim don’t exist.”
Screw it. I close the distance and kiss him, tangling my hand in his hair before pulling back. “They don’t exist, but I don’t mind proving it.”
“Mmhm.“ He slaps my ass with a pop that echoes around us, and then follows me to the door. When we reach it, Eris leans down as I’m attempting to unlock it and whispers, “Still feel me in your panties?”
Smirking, I let us in and spin to face him as I walk backward. “Panties, pussy, throat... yeah.”
“Fuck,” he whispers, adjusting himself unabashedly. “Good. Go pee after my tour.”
Immediately, his eyes start roaming my house, taking in the spacious living room and dining room we walked into. Dark green walls and all black furniture are accented only by fake plants, the occasional gothic art piece, and a giant tv I love to rot in front of. My dining room table is more like a bar, and my kitchen happens to be my favorite room in the house. The emerald green backsplash compliments the darker walls and the hugewindow over the sink lets in plenty of natural light. It’s cozy, functional, and sleek.
It’s also almost completely obscured by Halloween decorations right now.
We then backtrack through the main part of the house to get to the hallway, where the two empty bedrooms and newly remodeled bathroom seem to keep him occupied for a few minutes, but I know what he really wants to see.
My bedroom looks the same as the rest of my house sans the plants. All black bedding, dressers, nightstands, and gorgeous green walls. The only difference here is that a friend of mine painted the ceiling to look like the night sky.
I fucking love it.
I fall for it a little more when Eris spots it and I get to watch his eyes light up. “That’s fucking awesome.” He plops down on my bed to stare up at it, making such a pretty view it’s hard not to take a picture.
“Yeah, I like it. Makes it hard to fall asleep sometimes.”
When he opens his left arm up and pats his chest like he wants me to lay there, I hold up a finger and run to pee real quick. It’s awkward, but I get cleaned up as muchas I can before returning and climbing in with him.
I’m surprised at how well we fit together.
I feel him as he inhales my hair, his arm closing around me in a way that feels like he isn’t going anywhere tonight. “Your house is nice. All that’s missing is a cat.”
“I’d love one, I just haven’t gotten there yet. Maybe I could just keep her upstairs.”
“Yeah, she’d be fine. So tell me about your worst date ever since we just had your best one.”
