Page 19 of Real's Love
I stopped. I was still a nervous talker, a hard habit to break. I had a technique that helped; Real just made me forget sometimes. I brought my teeth together and pressed the back of them with my tongue while giving a half smile.
"I don't 'have to go,' Ev."
His words threw me for a loop, made me forget my little technique as I accidentally muttered, "Oh, yes you do."
He had me on my back in seconds, and I stared up into his perfect, umber face. Damn, he looked so good, strong, masculine features assembled in a face that could make angels sing. He raised one thick eyebrow as he looked down at me.
"I do? Tell me more, love," he challenged.
I sighed heavily. "Real... let's not pretend that we do... this."
He tilted his head to one side. "Do what?"
So, he was going to be an asshole and make me spell it out? No surprise.
"Spend the night and wake up together."
Real frowned. "You got a playbook or something? Cuz you got a lot of shit you don't do and I feel like it’s starting to be more than those five damn rules you love. A man like me does whateva the fuck he feels, though."
"Real—”
"I mean, I can't sleep with you. I can't wake up with you. Yeah, I knew you had a thing about that. But I can't see your real face--"
I sucked in a breath as he unexpectedly peppered kisses across the bridge of my nose.
"Can't believe you really out here with freckles. Pretty ass," he murmured.
I clapped a hand over my nose. Sponsors didn't get my real name or face—it was too intimate,too much. It made me feel vulnerable for some reason. But as Real nudged my hand away, I didn't fight.
"Stop! They cute as fuck.”
He kissed a few more of them as he settled between my thighs.Awww, shit!He was naked, his huge, hard dick pressed against my pussy.ThisI could deal with. This—minus his sweet little kisses—is what we did. Never in the morning, but I could still use it to get us back on track. Luckily, my sleep shirt had ridden up. I wasn't going to focus on the fact that he was seeing me in a ten-dollar shirt decorated with unicorns instead of the expensive lingerie or lounging clothes I always wore for him at night. I was going to focus on fucking him, reminding both of us of what this situationship was, and sending him on his happy way.
I spread my legs wider and reached between us, positioning his dick at my already-wet entrance. I waited anxiously for him to push.
He did, all right. Pushed my hand right out of the way and scowled down at me.
"Nah, wit' yo' little greedy ass pussy. We setting some shit straight, first."
My eyes flew up to meet his.What the hell?
This girl thoughtshe was so damn smart. She didn't like me messing with her list of "things not to do," so she wanted me to fall right back into her "pre-approved activities" category, even if that meant letting me fuck her raw. I had every intention of spreading those tight ass walls again, but not until I shook some more shit up.
I had watched her as she slept in my arms, just let myself enjoy the feel and the sight of her. She felt so damn good, like she belonged there, cuddled next to me. I had to admit to myself that I liked it. And in admitting that I wanted more of it, I allowed myself to think the truth about something else, a truth I’d been avoiding even as I pushed against her rules the last few months. Despite how we had begun, I had caught feelings for her. All the late-night talks, the meals she made for me, the affirmations she spoke to me, the best sex of my life—all of it had me wanting more than hidden evenings with her. Things had changed. Her rules would have to, as well.
"Wh-what do you mean, setting things straight?" she asked carefully, breaking my reverie.
"About our day. Stop panicking, scary ass girl."
And just to fuck with her, I kissed another freckle. She wrinkled her nose, and the shit was adorable.
"I don’t panic, Real. But… ‘our day?'"
The way she said it—cold and reluctant, like I was about to suggest we spend the day in jail or something—could've pissed me off. I was used to women tripping over themselves to spend time with me, be seen with me. But this girl... as long as I fucked and financed her, she was good on me. For some reason, that intrigued me instead of angering me. Hell, everything about her intrigued me, if I were honest. Usually I would walk away, but with her… With her, I was determined to change her mind.
"Yeah. 'Our day.' I'ma let you have this dick since you want it so bad. Then, since it's 'bout five o'clock in the damn morning and I know you don't work weekends, we goin' back to sleep. We gon' wake up, shower, I'ma feed you, and you gon' ride wit' me on a couple of errands. ‘Our day.’"
At this point, her eyes were wide as fuck and her mouth was open. I dropped a kiss at the corner of her lips, before pushing my dick against her center. Damn, she was already wet for me.
