14. Cleo
Once I’ve made my mind up about something, there’s no going back. That’s why Zeke is here with me at Shawn’s place, helping me pack my stuff.
I know all the warnings. I’ve seen the red flags. But are they really that red?
I called. He came. That eliminates at least one red flag. I have abandonment issues, so I want a guy who’s there. A guy who comes when I call.
“This yours?” he asks, holding up a lamp.
“Nope.”
The glass breaks as he drops it to the floor.
“I think that’s it.”
I’m ready to get moved back into my apartment and put all this behind me. What was I thinking moving in here? Long-term relationships aren’t my strong suit. Come to think of it, my relationship with Shawn is probably the longest I’ve ever had.
“What about these?”
The lacy red panties are definitely not mine. Guess he doesn’t want to get back together after all. Not that I intended to. I just liked knowing he wanted to and that I had the power to turn him down.
“They’re a little small for you, in my opinion.”
Zeke dangles them in front of me and I snatch them away, tossing them to the floor. He grabs my ass, giving it a rough squeeze.
“Definitely too small for you.”
I lick my lips. “I have an idea.”
With a shove, I push him back onto the bed. He arches an eyebrow as I start to strip. He immediately follows suit. Once we’re both naked, I pick up the panties and climb onto his lap.
“What’s this idea?”
“I’m going to come on you,” I say, sinking down onto his pierced cock with a groan. He rocks me back and forth, his depth almost painful.
“Then?”
“You’re going to come on these.”
It’s demented. Unhinged. But Zeke smiles, thrusting his hips.
He may be the wrong guy. But he’s doing all the right things.