“I’m serious. I need food!” I’m only half joking though and am actually more interested in where he’s taking me and what he’s going to do when he gets there.
“Shut up, McCallister. You’ll get your damn tacos.”
I’m grinning like a fool, knowing that he stuck to our thing and didn’t try to be someone he’s not. I don’t need fancy shit. I just need him.
I can’t see much hanging upside down, but can tell he’s taking us closer to the pond. My fingers roam the waistband of his jeans looking for an opening to slide my hand through.
Before I can find my mark—aka that phenomenal ass—he swats mine, stinging my legging-covered behind. “Behave!”
I pull back, bracing my hands against his lower back, kneading the muscles that makeup the fabulous v-line, pointing to the holy land. He comes to a stop and kneels before unceremoniously depositing me onto a quilt spread across the grass.
I take a minute, righting my shirt from its location over my shoulders. The blanket looks familiar. I realize after a moment, it’stheblanket. The one from our first time.
“Where did you get this?” I question on a gasp, my fingers tracing the delicate seams of the precious memento.
I swear, I threw it in the dumpster that night, after he left for Vanessa’s. I was hurt and that red stain mocked me so much that I couldn’t bear to look at those tiny blue flowers ever again. I hated that blanket, it reminded me of a time when I allowed myself to be vulnerable.
“I found it. Can you believe someone threw it in the dumpster outside our apartment?” He gives me a look. “Saw it when I took out the trash the next day. It was the damnedest thing.”
I keep quiet, giving nothing away.
He crowds me, pushing into me gently. “I want redemption. Let me love you the way you deserved that night.”
His confession clouds every ounce of reasoning I have. Are we doing this? Are we changing our entire relationship into something different? Do I want this? After all these years, do I want this with Theo? His hand brushes along my cheek, my eyes closing at the sweet gesture.
“Ok, Von Bremen. Let’s fuck up this friendship.”
Hands that have hurled ninety-nine-mile-an-hour fastballs grip my hips, pulling me down on the blanket beneath him. This time it’s not awkward when he lifts my shirt, easing it over my head. My leggings are peeled down to my ankles in one motion as he pins my hands to my stomach in one of his.
“Let me this time.”
I tilt my head in acceptance, watching as his draws up on his knees, lifts his shirt slowly, allowing me the liberty of counting each pack of muscle on his abs. He knows how I like it.
“Lay back.”
It’s not Thursday, but I’ll let him have this one demand. In slow compliance, I ease off my elbows just as he hastily pushes me back onto the blanket.
I obey, lying still against the cool fabric of the blanket. Massaging, he starts at my toes, moving to the arch of my foot, working his way up to my calf. His tongue sweeps out, readying his lips.
“I love the way you taste, McCallister. Every damn inch of you tastes like my very own piña colada.”
I snicker, recognizing that he’s talking about my coconut oil.
He bends, kissing then sucking the inner part of my thighs. My body flushes, relaxing into his touch while his hands and lips creep farther up my leg until his face is inches from my bare pussy.
“Mmm…just what I was craving.”
I chuckle at his theatrical comment until the heat of his mouth closes over my clit, rendering me completely mute. A long, leisurely suck has my back bowing off the ground in pleasure. “More,” I beg, grasping his shoulders, almost as if I am trying to pull his face inside of me.
He fulfills my request, sliding in a long finger as his tongue worships my bundle of nerves in a hypnotic circular motion. I’m on fire as my hands move to his head, pressing him down, smothering him in my juices.
“You taste so good,” he moans, not giving a shit that I’ve immobilized his head to my pussy. The vibration of his voice sends tingles throughout my body, causing my legs to tremble.
“I need you.” I’m on the cusp of begging. I can’t take anymore, I need to feel all of him.
Shushing me with a bite, he works me over like a new glove. Over and over, stretching and moistening until my body is tight, trembling with the need for release.
When he has me at his mercy, he pulls up, his face glistening with my arousal. We turn rabid, fumbling with the button of his jeans, shoving them down far enough to free his erection.
