Carrying her, it is. Good. It’s the option I liked best anyway.
I hand her the heels and purse before sweeping her into my arms bridal style.
“Wait, what are you doing?” she asks, swinging her free arm around my neck.
I kick the car door shut. “I’m carrying you to your door.”
“I live on the second floor.”
She starts to squirm in my hold, so I just tighten my grip on her. “I’m a firefighter. It’s kind of my job.”
She exhales heavily but stops fighting me. “I could get up there on my own.”
I chuckle as I start up the stairs. “I know you could, but you don’t have to right now. What apartment is yours?”
“Two-oh-six,” she says quietly.
I find her door much quicker than I would like. The feeling of having her in my arms is something I’m not ready to let go of just yet.
Her toned curves below the silky fabric of her dress make me want to feel all of her without the dress as a barrier.
I ease her down to the ground. Her body slides down mine.Please, don’t get hard right now.With how close she is, she would most definitely feel it.
Dirty gutter water, changing a lightbulb, toe fungus.My brain grasps for thoughts of anything other than her breasts pressing against my chest as she regains her footing.
When she steps back and starts rummaging through her purse, I swear there’s a pink hue to her cheeks. She pulls out her keys and unlocks the door.
“Thanks for the ride and…” She motions toward me with a flurry of her hand.
“Being your knight in shining armor?” I finish for her.
She rolls her eyes as she giggles.
I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to one of her cheeks. “Good night, Sienna.”
“Night, Tucker.”
I stand there until she is safely inside her apartment, and I hear the door lock on the other side. Then, I jog down the stairs and slide back into my car.
As I drive across town to my own apartment complex, I can’t get her out of my head. Someone as fiery and amazing as she is shouldn’t be chained down by the belief that she doesn’t like sex.
If she genuinely didn’t enjoy sex, that would be totally fine. But I get the feeling she does. She just hasn’t been doing it with the right people, people that put her needs above their own.
That’s just a tragedy—one I would very much like to rectify.
I could be her very own sex professor. We could learn together what she likes and doesn’t like.
I pause, thinking of the other two men who followed her outside earlier tonight.Obviously, I’m not the only one who has a soft spot for this girl.
Plus, she’s already slept with Grayson and apparently liked it.
I could just step back and let one of them help her navigate this, but I’m notthat selfless. I want her.
Maybe it doesn’t need to be an “or”situation. Maybe it can be more of an “and” type thing. It’s not like I haven’t shared women with other guys before, especially when I was in college.
It was never an issue for me in the past, so I don’t see why it wouldn’t work now.
The way my dick pulses in my pants tells me he’s fully in line with this plan. Now I just need to convince the other three that this could actually work.
