Sydney
I look up his body over mine and see the scars on his shoulder. He has more than me, and they go down his arm and over part of his chest. I don’t match him, but I know he’s trying to make me more comfortable being naked around him. I hold my arms up in front of my chest to show him my forearms with the small scars inflicted from the gravel and thorns I had crawled through. He leans forward and kisses the scars there.
“You take my breath away with your beauty.” His tongue licks up my arms before he moves them away to lick over my lace covered breasts. Since I recently stopped nursing Mari, I didn’t put in nursing shields, but him licking my nipples causes some milk to leak out and I flush in embarrassment. “That’s hot as fuck. Never thought I would find it sexy. Not the blush but the milk leaking from your body. You caring for your baby is a turn-on.” He presses his pelvis into mine and I throw my head back. “I’m going to stop for tonight. I should get home. But I’ll be back tomorrow to pick you up for the party at the clubhouse.”
“What party?” He never mentioned us getting together again.
“You’re my girl now and I want to have you with me at club functions if you’re not working.”
He presses down on to my body, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight, wanting him to continue what he started.
“You kissing someone else?”
“Well, no.”
“Then you’re my girl, correct?”
“I don’t know.”
“Again, Sydney, does another man do this to you?” He leans down and kisses me, taking my breath away. His tongue slides into my mouth and dominates mine. Taking everything I have and demanding more. I clutch at him, my nails digging into his skin. I wrap my legs around him, not wanting him to stop, but he pulls away again. “Well?”
I’m panting, confused, and not sure what he’s asking me. All I can think about are his lips against mine. His chest pressing into mine. His body enveloping mine.
“What?” I shake my head, trying to remove the fog of lust.
“Are. You. Kissing. Another. Man?” He punctuates each word with kisses over my face.
“No. Only you.”
“Mine,” he says before he leans down and kisses me again. This time when he pulls away, I can’t stop the response that comes from my lips.
“Yours.” I sigh, and he pulls himself up, unwrapping my legs, and away from me.
“That word from your mouth makes me want to check out your bed. You are mine, but we are still going to wait.”
“Okay.” I nod, a smile playing across my lips. I want him so bad I’m about to beg him, but I agree we need to wait. That was the issue with my previous relationships. I confused them with sex too soon and realized I wasn’t into them as much as I thought. He hands my sweater back to me and I slip it on while he grabs his shirt. His chest is not only ripped with muscles but tattooed and hairless except for the trail of hair that leads to his cock. The slab of muscles over his pectorals and a full six-pack have me drooling.
“Spitfire, stop looking at me like that.” His voice is filled with desire. My eyes flip up to his and he’s grinning. He turns his back toward me to slip his Henley over his head, and I see a large tattoo across his back and more scars. The scars are primarily on his left side. I move off the sofa and walk to him.
He’s right, I’m not kissing any other men. I don’t like that he manipulated my body to answer his question, but I like how it sounded. I walk around him until I’m standing facing him.
“Did you just ask me to be exclusive to you and to be your girlfriend?” I smile at him and lean up to kiss the cleft in his chin. That sexy cleft has been calling me to kiss it since the first time I saw it.
He pulls me up his body and I wrap myself around him. I love that he moves me around where he wants me. That he’s strong enough to pick me up.
“Yeah, spitfire, we are exclusive and you’re my girl.” He nuzzles his head into my neck and kisses me there. I giggle at his scruff tickling my skin. “Walk me to the door.” He lowers me back down. I watch as he lifts his jacket with the cut off the hook and slips it back on along with his work boots. He turns back to me and pushes my hair behind my ear. “I’ll be here at seven to pick you up.”
“Okay. I’ll call my mom and see if she’ll take Mari for the night.”
“Good, baby.” He leans down and kisses my forehead, nose, then my lips. I love how gentle he is with me too. “Lock up and set the alarm.” He orders.
“Text me when you get to your room.” I tip my head to the side.
“Okay.” He walks out the door and I watch him until he gets to his bike. He turns back around and waves at me. “Lock up, spitfire.” I close and lock the door, then set the alarm as I hear his bike leave. I then make my way to my bedroom.
In the bathroom I take in my swollen lips, the love bites across my collarbone, and my messy hair from his hands. But the flush on my cheeks and the glow in my eyes makes me smile. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way. I still worry about him being a part of my life. But he wants to be here and I’m safe.
No one has found me, and I’ll keep it that way.