“For me?” she asked, the look on her face a mixture of relief and disbelief.
I snorted, patting her ass in a gesture for her to move over. “Do you see anyone else face planted on the couch groaning like she just had a root canal?”
She grimaced, flipping over to her back and collapsing into the cushions. Then she opened her mouth wide. “Feed me please?”
Suddenly, I was the one expelling effort. Trying not to think of the image as a dirty one. I swear this girl was the only person who could be so ridiculous yet so endearing at the same time. I’m almost positive the first time I saw her at her abuelo’s funeral, she’d sneered at me. The next few times hadn’t gone much differently, and yet here she was years later, in my home at my mercy. And here I was, in her hands and completely at hers.
I shook my head. “Alright, but you’re sharing some with me.”
She hummed but her big amber eyes trained themselves on mine quietly. “I’m the only person you ever share food with.”
I hummed too as I popped open the bakery box and picked up the one and only fork I brought over. She wasn’t wrong. I hated sharing food. If it was mine it was mine.
“Drinks too,” she pointed out as she watched me spear the cake. I hummed my response again. She just kept on looking at me. “You weren’t always like that. You actually tried to prick me with your fork on our first date when I tried to take a piece of your bacon.”
I quirked a smile. She was pouting like she was still holding a grudge over it. Scooping up a corner of cake that was mostly frosting, her favorite part, I leaned over her and brought the cake down close to her mouth. Grasping her chin into my other hand, I angled her head up to an accessible angle as she laid underneath me. I didn't have to speak louder than a murmur for her to hear me loud and clear. “That was not a date, Celestia. If you went on a date with me, you would know the difference.”
Her mouth flattened and she squirmed in her spot, but I didn’t care. I was so done bottling this feeling up just so she could use it as another excuse to hide.
For a while, I thought I’d do anything to bring back the way she looked at mebeforewhat happened in the bathroom. But it turns out, I’d do anything to bring her forward to the way she lost herself in me at the park. With abandon and trust and full force ahead.
Tapping the piece of cake against her full bottom lip, I said, “Open up, baby.”
In response, her eyes flicked from the cake to my eyes, imprisoning me in an iron tight hold. Unlike many of her gazes, she wasn’t challenging me. She wasn’t poking fun or cracking a joke at me either. She was warming to me. Trusting me. Submitting to me, in the smallest of ways.
And damn did it not shake my core when she did.
Slowly, she began to open her little pink mouth. And just as slowly my mind started wandering to things other than feeding her cake. I watched patiently as she opened wider and wider, tipping her chin up and sticking that cute little tongue out to wait for me.
Dirty, dirty visions of her passed through my mind. And I just let them, all the while I was sure she could see my thoughts through her hold on my eyes.
Transfixed, I watched as she wrapped her mouth around the fork full of cake I placed on her tongue before pulling the utensil away clean.
“Good girl,” my voice rumbled through me, my lust and wanting hard to hide after watchingthat. I set the box down, unable to continue feeding her without pitching a tent while the poor girl was on her period. Instead, I cleared my throat and leaned back. Picking up her legs and replacing them on my lap as I depressed into the cushions. “But to your point, there are lots of things I share with you that I don’t share with other people, Cee.”
“Why’s that?” she asked.
Snaking a hand under the leg of my oversized sweatpants, I found one of her calves and started massaging. She swallowed a moan in her throat and, yep—looks like that tent was going up anyway. “Do you just like wringing confessions out of me?”
“I don’t know what you mean, but that feelssogood,” she sighed as she leaned back, letting her eyes flutter closed at my ministrations.
Oh hell.
I fixed my eyes away from her as I continued my work on her muscles. She was sore a lot lately. Working hard at multiple goals, and I knew she had to be that much more tired today given the circumstances. So I wouldn’t stop what was making her feel good. Hell, you couldn’t pay me to stop after hearing that breathy sigh fall from her mouth. But I would stop looking at her like a siren when she was simply enjoying an unprompted massage. No matter how fucking hot she still managed to be in clothes many sizes too big.
Clearing my throat, I tried to talk through it. “You know my middle name. I try to keep that under wraps a minimum of one hundred percent of the time. If I could raise it to two hundred, I would.”
“Oh, don’t be like that,Marvin. It’s cute,” she said. I pinched the underside of her leg in retaliation and a giggle popped out of her throat.
I sighed. “You’re the only one who knows my computer passwords too. Clint has them in safe keeping for emergencies, but I told him if he ever accesses them just cause, he’s dead to me.”
“Hmm,” she said. “Sounds like you’re protective over your stuff.”
“Seems like it,” I said, not helping the harder than normal squeeze on her leg, as if I needed to hold onto her. She didn’t notice, only purring more in satisfaction. I moved onto her small feet, rubbing at the sole and pads in deep circular motions. Her mouth parted and she hitched a little breath but otherwise held off from moaning again. I swallowed. “You were the only one I told about wanting to open my own thing.”
An amber eye popped open. “Were?”
I nodded.
