Page 31 of Trusting the Fall
“Do you think I wake up looking as pretty as I do? I need eight hours, Lover Boy. Your visits are starting to cause bags.”
I pinch her side and make her squeal, her legs jumping up and caging around my back.
“You always look beautiful to me.”
Her laugh fizzles out, but the contemplative smile remains.
“Okay. Tomorrow.” I reach up and drop a quick peck on her lips before rolling off the bed.
She watches me as I get dressed. The sheets pooled around her waist leave her torso deliciously naked. Her skin looks golden and glistening under the lamplight. The barbells on her nipples are far too fucking enticing.
I would love to spend a whole night in her bed, waking up as often as I wanted to keep taking her, over and over again.
It would never be enough.
I look around for my shoes, remembering I tossed them haphazardly down her hallway when I ran through earlier. I walk back to the bed, happy with the lazy contentment she wears and kiss her forehead.
“Good night,” she whispers.
“Sweet dreams, baby.” I shut off her lamp and quickly step through the house.
Moonlight streams through the windows in the kitchen and lounge room. I tiptoe over to the coffee machine. Grabbing a pink mug off the dish rack, I pop a coffee pod into the top so it’s ready to go in the morning.
I gather my shoes along the way to the door and flick the lock before closing it behind me. And just like every time I leave this place, I hope I can eventually convince this girl to give me more.
Because fuck if I’m not falling hard and fast for my pretty Bombshell.
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Ithoughtitwouldsuck with Lex working more weekends now that she’s an assistant manager at Hallucinogens, but it turns out the only thing that sucks is me.
That’s right, the last two weekends, I’ve been sucking on the glorious dick of Lover Boy. Or should I say, Leif.
Yep, he told me his name. Last weekend when he was buried deep inside me, fucking me into oblivion. I kept screaming, “Oh, god!” and he said, “You only need to scream my name when you feel this good, Bombshell. Say it. Leif.”
It was euphoric to scream his name, feeling how much more frantic it made him just hearing it fall from my lips.
Kinda like the way he calls me Bombshell. I don’t know why I like it so much, but it sends shivers right down to my toes every time.
“You’re happy this morning.” My steps falter in their pursuit of coffee as Lex’s words pull me out of my bubble.
“You know what? I am happy.” Nothing wrong with letting a man make me feel good and acknowledging that he can do it better than me.
Actually, it feels quite nice to take a load off and let someone look after me for once.
“Would it have anything to do with your friend who snuck out at three when I came home?” she offers with a knowing smile as she pours vanilla syrup into her coffee, the metal straw clanking against the ice blocks.
“You know I’m perfectly content by myself, but yes. A night with the Viking seems to leave me with an extra pep in my step.”
“Oh my god, do you like him?” It’s like a record screeching in my mind.
“Certainly not!” I clutch my chest in offense.
I do not like men. Not for anything more than what they can provide me.
I’m not ready to look into all the ways Leif feels different.
I clear my throat, redirecting the conversation. “If you passed him at three, what are you doing up,” I pause, looking down at my watch, “five hours later?”
