32. Tanner
Chapter Thirty-Two
Tanner
Yes, please
Anticipation was spinning in my veins when I stopped in front of Ava’s place a short drive later, her text still fresh in my mind.
I had not even tried to play it cool. I’d already resigned myself not to seeing her tonight, so when she texted, the unexpected invitation only ramped my anticipation higher.
By the time I walked to the door, I was grinning like an idiot.
“Come in, Tanner,” she called.
“Hey,” I said as I stepped inside. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
She was seated on the couch with her foot propped up, as usual. Growly was curled up nearby, fast asleep, his purr rumbling enough to live up to his name.
“I cannot wait until I can jump up and run over and kiss you,” she said. “I have my appointment tomorrow to see if I can get rid of this boot. Chris says my physical therapy is going great.”
“Of course it is,” I said.
I shrugged out of my jacket, hung it on the hooks by the door, and toed off my shoes. As soon as I sat down, she reached for my hand, tugging me closer.
“Hi,” she murmured against my lips.
I smiled. “Hi.”
She leaned away slightly, her expression turning serious. “I like you, Tanner.”
“I like you too,” I said.
Without warning, she slid her palm over my already-insistent arousal, and I let out a startled breath.
“Wow,” she said. “Somebody’s happy to see me.”
“I’m always happy to see you, Ava.”
“Do we have to take it slow?” she asked as her fingers moved to unzip my fly.
“Not at all.”
The next thing I knew, her hand slipped into my boxers, easing them down just enough for my cock to spring free. I started to say something, but then she leaned forward, and her mouth closed over the tip of my cock.
I groaned, lacing my fingers through her hair as she took me deeper. “Fuck.”
She hummed, clearly enjoying herself as her tongue teased along the underside of my length.
I was shocked by how fast she brought me to the edge.
Her palm stroked in time with her mouth, and before I could even warn her, I was there.
My release spilled into her mouth, and when she drew back, her eyes sparkled as she swiped her tongue across her lips.
“Well then,” she murmured.
I stared at her, stunned, before a choked laugh broke out of me as I leaned back into the couch cushions. “Wow. I guess you have the upper hand.”
“For now,” she said lightly.
“Give me a minute. I promise I’ll take care of you.”
“Oh, I know,” she replied. “There aren’t many things I have confidence in, but you taking care of me is one of them.”
Something sharp and tender twisted in my chest. I wanted to be that for her. Not just someone who gave her orgasms, but someone she could actually trust.
A little while later, I lifted her into my arms and carried her toward the bedroom.