“Marius, you’re being a tease,” she whines.
In her ear, I say, “Does my Duck want something? All you have to do is tell me.”
Pushing back against me, she says in a soft voice, “You know what I want.”
I do, so I lean back and thrust my hips forward, filling her completely. Duck grabs the sheets and holds onto them tightly as I begin to fuck her. With each time I drive my cock into her perfect cunt, she moans and whimpers, making my need to come even greater.
As much as I want this to last all night, I can’t keep myself from coming before long. With one last plunge inside her, I still as my cock pulses and I come hard.
The two of us finally collapse onto the bed in a sweaty mess of afterglow. As I try to regain my ability to think straight, she flips her hair back so I can see her face and smiles.
“I’m thinking we should order in tonight. You in?” Duck asks.
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me before softly kissing the tip of her nose. “Whatever you want. I’d be fine with bringing up some crackers and something to drink and staying in bed all night.”
She rests her head on my chest, and with every breath, I feel warmth dance across my skin. “Good.”
We lie there in silence, and all I can think is I don’t want to imagine a time when she isn’t mine. In the eyes of the rest of the world, I’m a manwhore who couldn’t care less about love. The reality is very different, though.
I’d be lost without this woman. Someday, everyone will know about us and how crazy I am about her. Until then, though, it’s just the two of us.
Which is fine by me.
CHAPTER THREE
Eden
After makinga bag of microwave popcorn, I settle in to watch one of my favorite series. I’ve cleared the entire day for this marathon. After a hard week at work, I deserve to relax.
Naturally, not halfway through the first episode, my phone rings. I glance down and see it’s Ava. If it were nearly anyone else on the planet, I’d let it go to voicemail, but not for my best friend.
“What are you doing?” Ava asks when I answer the call, and I mute the TV.
“I’m watching something. Nothing big.”
There's silence on her end of the phone, and then finally Ava asks, “Are you watching Air Disasters again?”
The judgment in her tone comes through loud and clear.
“Yes. Is that a crime?” I wish I didn’t sound so defensive.
She chuckles and says, “No, but I don't think it's normal, especially for someone who's afraid to fly.”
“I'm not afraid to fly,” I say defiantly, knowing the truth is I loathe flying. “Anyway, I don't watch this show to look at what’s flying or what's not flying for that matter.”
Ava chuckles again and says, “I know why you watch this show, and I'm not going to lie. I think it's strange. Is this an episode with him in it?”
“Of course.” Not that I don’t watch episodes he’s not in but not usually.
“Well, should I let you get back to it?”
“Don't worry. The DVR is taking care of it.”
“Do you DVR every single episode of Air Disasters?”
She asks that like it would be bizarre if I did. “No, just the ones with him in it.”
“You don't even know his name, Eden. What's the point of this?”
