“For how long?” Anxiety colors her tone again.
“I’ll tell you over breakfast,” I whisper to her. “I believe I was promised something when I got here.” My grin is predatory as I lean down, stopping just before our lips connect to give her a chance to back away.
True shocks me and lifts up to meet my mouth, and we’re both zapped with electricity as we touch skin to skin for the first time. She tastes of apple cinnamon and debauchery. The things I want to do to her. Her tiny hands grip the front of my uniform so tightly her knuckles are white as I kiss along her neck and shoulder. The baggy sweater she’s wearing slides off her shoulder to entice me with more flesh.
“Oh, gross!” Lena gags.
“Piss off,” I say, not stopping in my quest to devour more of True’s soft skin.
“I’m not leaving.” That fucking foot stomp again.
Picking True up in my arms, I walk past Lena and head to the only bedroom in the apartment. “Fine. Stay. See if I care.” Kicking the door shut behind us, I turn the flimsy lock and aim straight to the bed.
“You freak!” Lena screams, and seconds later, the front door slams shut.
“If I only knew it was that simple,” True mutters with a quirk of her lips.
Laying down beside her, I take stock of how thin she is compared to her pictures and begin to worry for the first time. “You’ve lost weight.” My hand has found exposed flesh on her hip and lightly rubs circles on the bone.
“So I’ve been told,” she huffs. Obviously not liking it being pointed out.
“Lena was right then? You been worrying yourself sick over me?” I fucking hate that.
“Not purposely,” she defends. “Did you mean it? You don’t go back?” All her vulnerabilities are out in the open for me to see, to feel.
“No, baby girl. I don’t go back.” Slowly, I inch my way up under her sweater as a lone tear leaks from the corner of her eye. “No crying, baby, I’m right here.”
“Happy, Maverick, just happy you’re safe.” Her fingers reach for the hem of her sweater, and I’m gifted with the most glorious sight as her upper half is exposed for my looking pleasure.
She has three tiny freckles leading up between her perky tits like my very own treasure trail. Bending forward, I kiss each one before licking my way across the valley of her breasts and sucking one nipple into my mouth.
“Ohhh…” She breathes roughly, squirming as I tongue her nipple into a hard peak.
I feel her hand tug at my hair, and I bite lightly on her sensitive flesh, goosebumps immediately rise as I pull away.
“You taste so sweet.” Sliding down her body, I pull her little shorts along with me as I stand at the foot of her bed. “Well, I’ll be,” I mutter upon seeing the tiny tattoo of three blue, black, and green waves at the top of her thigh. “Never would have taken you as the tattoo sort.”
She grins as she rolls over and looks at me. “You remember how you asked if I knew what my last name meant?” Crawling over her, I nod and see the little water nymph with a crooked crown and devil’s tail intricately climbing half way up her spine from her lower back. “Evil Nymph,” she murmurs as I lean forward to kiss her delicate flesh.
“Nymph, alright,” I groan as her sumptuous globes push up into my aching cock, “definitely not evil.” She sighs. “You ready for me, baby girl?” My harsh words are followed by a deep growl as she rubs her ass against my cock.
“More than ready for you, big daddy.” Her voice is light and teasing.
With one hand pushing on the small of her back, I use the other to dislodge the buttons of my uniform and pull the material from my body.
True
I can feel his body heat seeping into my shivering frame as the clothes are torn from his flesh in a mad rush. I still can’t believe he’s here. I expected a letter, not his body.
“You keep trembling like this, and I’ll think you’re scared.” His hot breath warms my back as he kisses up my spine.
“Only of that baseball bat I feel trying to take over my ass.” The feel of his hardened cock is terrifying. The man is built.
His chuckle isn’t as soothing as he’d probably like. “True,” his voice is low, “when this bat takes your ass, you’ll know it and fucking love it.”
“Oh. My. Stars.” It’s become my favorite saying where he’s concerned it seems.
“Condoms?” he asks.