“Vividly. And that’s what I want.”
“You want me to touch myself? To be clear, I’ve got no problem with that. I’m just making sure.”
“I do. And I want you to touch me too.”
I scooch her toward the middle of the bed, so she’s positioned in between my legs, her back to my front. It’s both perfect and torturous. I can easily touch her in this position, but when she leans back, her ass rubs against my junk. Sweet, sweet torture.
“Just covering my bases here, Lucy. Are you telling me the Ohio rule also applies to Indiana?”
“Mmmhmm,” she murmurs, nestling in between my thighs. “We’re just going to go ahead and call it the Midwest Rule. So we’re covered.”
“Works for me.” I flick on the TV and rewind to the good part. We’re a few minutes into the show and I’ve taken it upon myself to narrate the action, just in case Lucy’s so overcome with lust that she can’t comprehend what’s happening on screen.
Slipping my hand under her tank, I tug and lift it off as she raises her arms. My hands go to her tits immediately, because God, I love them. But before I get very far, she’s covering herself up.
“No, don’t. You don’t have to. They’re not super sensitive. And they’re small.”
“Fuck me, Lucy. We gotta have the ‘size doesn’t matter’ talk? Because it doesn’t—not for dicks and not for tits. Not for bellies or thighs. Not even for asses, though, Christ al-goddamn-mighty, yours might be the exception to that rule.”
She laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “Easy for you to say. Your dick is huge. My boobs are not. Especially in relation to the ass you love so much.”
“God, I fucking worship it,” I tell her, squeezing it just because I can.
“I know. It's weird, but I know.”
Shaking my head, I correct her. “It's not weird. It’s perfect. You’re weird. But back to tits...you gotta know they’re perfect too, right?”
She freezes and starts to speak, but no sound comes out.
Pressing a kiss to her temple, I ask, “Look, does it feel good when I touch them? Because that’s the number one rule in my house—if it feels good, and it’s legal in most states, we do it. If it doesn’t, we don’t. And we fucking know that what feels good one day, might not feel good the next, and that’s cool.”
She relaxes into my touch, but I have to ask. “So...do you like it when I put my hands on your tits, Lucy? When I rub…”
She throws her head back in response. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”
“Then I’m gonna fuckin do it.”
Chapter 15
Lucy
We’ve been snowedin for three days.But the good news is that the storm pretty much hammered the Midwest, so I haven’t missed the meet and greet for my internship.
Three glorious days, I must admit. The last seventy-two hours have been a sex fest. And I’m not complaining. It wasn’t all debauchery, though. I had a few things to catch up on, and Caleb’s been shoveling the walks even though the sky keeps dumping more snow on them. The storm should stop tonight, at least according to the news Vicki had on during breakfast this morning, so that’s something positive. And since the end of the storm coincides with New Year’s Eve, that’s good news all around. Not that we’ll be going out. We’d have no clue where to go around here, and I’m sure the secondary roads won’t be plowed until tomorrow morning.
Besides, all I really want to do is to ring in the new year with Caleb Whitman. And I can do that right here, in our hotel room.
Speak of the sexy devil, and he walks right in. But he’s frowning. I’ll have to do something about that.
“Everything ok?” I ask.
“It’s fine. Just called Knox, but he’s not answering. I texted Booker and Ty, but they haven’t gotten back to me yet.”
Caleb sits next to me and tugs off his shirt. It’s an unspoken rule that we’re never fully clothed around each other, and I kind of love it. “How long ago did you text?”
“Uh...like, three minutes?”
I begin to massage his shoulders and he moans. I have to admit, I love having this much power over his body. “Then I wouldn’t panic.”
