Page 25 of Are You Gonna Run?
His thrusts are getting faster, sharper. His voice alone is nearly enough to send me over again, but what I really need now is to feel him let go. “Come inside me, Eris. Please.”
Whatever he tries to say back is drowned out by a loud groan, his hips finally stilling and giving me what I crave. He stays there pinned deep inside of me, and I feel the pulsing of his cock as he floods my cunt, his hips twitching every few seconds. When he’s spent, he sets my legs down at his sides and leans in to kiss me, keeping me stuffed full. It’s a slow kiss, gentle, like we’ve got all the time in the world.
And you know what? Maybe we do.
AFTER A SHOWER ANDa nice breakfast out, we come back to the house and I nearly trip over his boots just inside the door. Looking around, I notice his clothes, his jackets, an XBox controller that makes me wonder where the console is, and another full duffle bag I didn’t notice Friday.
This man is moving into my fucking house.
A little exasperated, I turn toward him. “Eris, sweet pea, don’t take this the wrong way... but are you homeless?”
The question makes him snort. “No.”
Okay, that wasn’t convincing at all.
“Do you have roommates or something?”
“You don’t believe me, huh?” He closes the distance between us with his eyebrow raised and an amused expression. “Where do you think I kept Ralph if I’m homeless?”
“I honestly forgot you already had him. I never assumed you kept him anywhere, I thought you bought him and brought him straight here. I’m just... wondering why we never go to your place, that’s all.”
Biting his lip, he contemplates something for a second and then shrugs. “Want to go there now?”
Skeptical, I nod and pick my purse back up. “I’d love to.”
Eris walks ahead of me and opens the passenger door as I lock up, and when I meet him there, I see he’s staring down at his phone. It takes him a solid ten seconds to realize I’m waiting, and then he shoves it away and lifts me up without another word.
When he joins me, I have the strong urge to check his messages when he hands me his phone to pick the music, but I don’t. I have a feeling I’ll find out the truth soon enough either way.
It only takes a few minutes to get there, the row of peach and gray townhouses much nicer than I anticipated.
He parks next to one with a Steelers flag on the porch, and I finally realize what’s wrong with him. I knew he was too good to be true. “This is it.”
“I wanna break up,” I joke in a very serious tone. “Let me out.”
“What?” he spits out incredulously. “N-No. No, I don’t accept.”
He’s shaking his head, completely missing the joke as he locks the doors hastily.
That’s not creepy at all. It’s a good thing I actually do trust him.
“You’re a Steelers fan, it’s against the law for us to be together.”
Realization dawns on him, making a laugh bubble out of his chest. “Is my little burrito a Browns fan? Ah, it’s okay. You just don’t know any better yet.”
Oh god. Yeah, that’s definitely the thing that’s wrong with him.
“All the places you lived with your dad, and you chose the Steelers?” I groan. “Whatever. I bet you’ve got bodies in your freezer too, but let’s go see for ourselves I guess.”
“Hey, this is where he’s from and the team he shoved down our throats. You like when I shove things down your throat,” he says teasingly. “What’s one more thing?”
He gets out of the truck and helps me out, and I choose not to tell him that his shit will end up in the front yard the first time he shit talks my Browns. They suck, they’ve always sucked and they’ll suck for the rest of my life, but they’re mine.
The inside of his house is fucking stunning other than all the dirty hoodies slung over the back of the leather couch. It’s nicer than mine, actually. So why all the secrecy?
“See? It exists.” He waves his hand around. “Nothing special. Your house is just better than mine.”
Sure it’s a little messy, but aside from the obvious signs of this house belonging to a man, it’s actually quite cozy. Two black leather sectionals, a fireplace, a huge flatscreen TV. The kitchen counters are littered with take out boxes and plastic containers, but the gas stove and fridge look brand new — he even has a dishwasher.
