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fridge and cereal in the cabinet, or there’s a McDonalds around the corner. Lastly, this is not a relationship. There will never be a real relationship between us. Got it?”
She has gone from being sweet little Red to bossing me around. I like it. I don’t want nor do I need a relationship. I’m not a cuddler. And I can cook my own damn breakfast. So all those things work for me.
“Gotcha, Red.”
I crawl over her, jumping off the bed and finally removing the condom. I tie the end off and walk out of her room in search of a bathroom and some water. I glance back at her right before I step out the door to see her staring at my ass and biting her lip.
I laugh at her facial expression when she realizes I have caught her staring.
“You like what I’m working with, Red?”
She laughs, “From the amount of times I just said your name, I think we can assume I like everything you’re working with, Mr. Wade.”
I moan and have to resist the urge to rush over to her and dive back in, literally. She smirks and pulls back the covers, crawling underneath them. “Hey, lock the door before you come back.” I nod and walk out of the room.
I find the bathroom and dispose of the condom; next, I head to the living room. Her ripped Ricky’s shirt lies on the floor and I realize we never even shut the door fully when we came in. God, I hope her neighbors are heavy sleepers. I lock the door and head toward her kitchen to get some water. I see a few pictures sitting out. All of them are of Dani and an older man and woman that I assume are her parents. In one of them, her dad is in a police uniform holding a baby Dani next to a police car. Great, her dad’s a cop. The woman standing next to her in most of the pictures must be her mother. She looks sweet and is holding a wine glass in most of them. I laugh; she and Dani look alike in lots of ways. Something about their eyes and smile, I guess.
By the time I make my way back to Dani’s room, she is curled up in a little ball, snoring. Her hair is wrapped around her neck and chest like a red silk scarf.
I crawl in next to her, making sure to stay on my side so I don’t break her ‘no cuddling’ rule. I stare at her for a moment. She is beautiful, but that’s not all she has going for her. She’s smart, funny, a total smartass, and from her encounter with Nikki last night, I know she can hold her own. I respect her. Which my mother would say is odd since she assumes I don’t respect women at all.
But Dani is different. I can’t fall for anyone, it’s just not the way I’m built, but something tells me that if I could, Dani would be the kind of girl I could do it with.
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing, but it sounds far off. Then I remember my phone, along with my whole purse is in the living room. It’s in the living room because Lucas and I were a mess of hands and lips when we walked in last night, so much that I’m not sure we shut the front door.
I fucked Lucas Wade last night. Correction, Lucas Wade fucked me, and it was addictive. I’m hooked on the kind of loving Lucas can dish out, and from his reaction and sounds he made last night, I think he feels the same way.
He’s snoring loudly beside me. He’s a few inches away from me, but our feet are tangled together. Does this count as cuddling? I don’t think so, but I separate my feet from his just in case.
I roll over, glancing at the clock. Shit, it’s almost noon.
From the living room, I hear my phone ring again. Shit. Shit. Shit.
It’s my mom.
I jump off my bed, almost tripping over the pile of clothes and shoes we made on my floor. My phone has stopped ringing by the time I get to it, but I have a text message.
Mommy Dearest: You, me, Skype. 5 minutes, young lady .
Aww shit. She’s pissed. She has been calling and texting me all morning. She knows I am an early riser by nature, so I’m sure she suspects something or is worrying sick. I text her back letting her
She has gone from being sweet little Red to bossing me around. I like it. I don’t want nor do I need a relationship. I’m not a cuddler. And I can cook my own damn breakfast. So all those things work for me.
“Gotcha, Red.”
I crawl over her, jumping off the bed and finally removing the condom. I tie the end off and walk out of her room in search of a bathroom and some water. I glance back at her right before I step out the door to see her staring at my ass and biting her lip.
I laugh at her facial expression when she realizes I have caught her staring.
“You like what I’m working with, Red?”
She laughs, “From the amount of times I just said your name, I think we can assume I like everything you’re working with, Mr. Wade.”
I moan and have to resist the urge to rush over to her and dive back in, literally. She smirks and pulls back the covers, crawling underneath them. “Hey, lock the door before you come back.” I nod and walk out of the room.
I find the bathroom and dispose of the condom; next, I head to the living room. Her ripped Ricky’s shirt lies on the floor and I realize we never even shut the door fully when we came in. God, I hope her neighbors are heavy sleepers. I lock the door and head toward her kitchen to get some water. I see a few pictures sitting out. All of them are of Dani and an older man and woman that I assume are her parents. In one of them, her dad is in a police uniform holding a baby Dani next to a police car. Great, her dad’s a cop. The woman standing next to her in most of the pictures must be her mother. She looks sweet and is holding a wine glass in most of them. I laugh; she and Dani look alike in lots of ways. Something about their eyes and smile, I guess.
By the time I make my way back to Dani’s room, she is curled up in a little ball, snoring. Her hair is wrapped around her neck and chest like a red silk scarf.
I crawl in next to her, making sure to stay on my side so I don’t break her ‘no cuddling’ rule. I stare at her for a moment. She is beautiful, but that’s not all she has going for her. She’s smart, funny, a total smartass, and from her encounter with Nikki last night, I know she can hold her own. I respect her. Which my mother would say is odd since she assumes I don’t respect women at all.
But Dani is different. I can’t fall for anyone, it’s just not the way I’m built, but something tells me that if I could, Dani would be the kind of girl I could do it with.
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing, but it sounds far off. Then I remember my phone, along with my whole purse is in the living room. It’s in the living room because Lucas and I were a mess of hands and lips when we walked in last night, so much that I’m not sure we shut the front door.
I fucked Lucas Wade last night. Correction, Lucas Wade fucked me, and it was addictive. I’m hooked on the kind of loving Lucas can dish out, and from his reaction and sounds he made last night, I think he feels the same way.
He’s snoring loudly beside me. He’s a few inches away from me, but our feet are tangled together. Does this count as cuddling? I don’t think so, but I separate my feet from his just in case.
I roll over, glancing at the clock. Shit, it’s almost noon.
From the living room, I hear my phone ring again. Shit. Shit. Shit.
It’s my mom.
I jump off my bed, almost tripping over the pile of clothes and shoes we made on my floor. My phone has stopped ringing by the time I get to it, but I have a text message.
Mommy Dearest: You, me, Skype. 5 minutes, young lady .
Aww shit. She’s pissed. She has been calling and texting me all morning. She knows I am an early riser by nature, so I’m sure she suspects something or is worrying sick. I text her back letting her
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