“I should uh… move. I can get you a drink or something.”
I didn’t let her break my hold on her.
“Nope. Not ready to stop holding you yet. Now please stop holding back. I’m right here. What do you need?”
She sighed, looking away from me. “This is… I’m not… This isn’t right.”
Not the answer I was expecting. “Am I crowding you, little angel? Am I scaring you? I can back off.”
She shook her head.
“You’re… no. It’s me. I’m not good enough. I try, but I’m cheap, and worthless, and-”
I practically fucking growled at her for that.
“Who the fuck has made you feel that way? Has someone said that to you? Point me at them, Julie. I’ll fucking destroy them.”
She blinked at me, her eyes wide, and fucking endless.
Before she could speak, I slid a hand into her hair, and pulled her face to mine. My lips pressed against hers, and then as her lips parted, I teased her into a slow kiss. I wanted to comfort her, and make her feel loved, and beautiful, and that’s the only reason that I didn’t let it descend into the fucking X-rated moment I wanted it to be.
I wanted to strip her slowly, and spread her out on her bed, so I could pay attention to every inch of her petite body, before I filled her with my cock. And then I wanted to fuck her brains out, and fall asleep wrapped around her, where nobody could get to her.
By the time I pulled back from her lips, even though I hated having to, I realised something important. My face hurt way too fucking much for this. I wanted to go and punch Marco right back for this. Julie watched me as I closed my eyes, taking a breath.
“Was I hurting you?” She asked quietly. I looked at her, and hated seeing the worry on her face.
“I think I was the one kissing you, so no, beautiful, you weren’t. However, could I trouble you for some painkillers now? I’m enough of a man to know I need them.”
She smiled, sliding off my lap, when I reluctantly released her. As soon as she moved, I had to adjust my fucking pants as discreetly as possible, as she moved away from me.
She went to the kitchen, and returned with a glass of water, and a pack of paracetamol. Damn, what I wouldn’t give for some stronger shit right now.
She frowned at me as she handed them over. “Uh… hang on. I just remembered I have some co-codamol. Would you prefer that?”
I blinked at her, wondering how she read my mind. “Uh yeah, please. How did you know?”
She giggled. “You just said you wanted some stronger shit.” Fuck… I said that out loud? I had to be more fucking careful. What if I accidentally spat out some bullshit about how I wanted to do things to her?
She ran upstairs, and came back with a different pack. It was more than half empty, which made me frown.
“What did you need these for?”
I raised my eyes to look at her, and even that fucking hurt. Fucking Marco.
Julie shrugged. “Uh… twisted ankle, a while back.”
I looked back at the box. “You took a lot of them. What happened?”
She snatched the box back from me, and popped out two of the pills, offering them to me, with a pointed look on her face.
“You’re in pain. Pills first. Relentless questions later.”
I found myself chuckling, and fuck me if that didn’t hurt my face too.
After I swallowed the pills, she made us coffee, and came back to sit with me. Or, at least, as she tried to sit, I pushed her back up out of the seat.
“Get your comfy clothes on, little angel. Go on now.”