Chapter 19
DEX
Mallory was right. The date didn’t go well, and Lindy was back within an hour. She didn’t jump in my arms and proclaim her undying love for me. Instead, she came back with a doggy bag of low self-esteem and weird questions about wheat.
I didn’t know if I should go visit every dentist’s office in town to find the asshole for making her feel like shit, or if I should be thanking him for being Mr. Wrong.
Hearing her talk shit about herself pissed me off. No way was I letting that fly. While I couldn’t picture Lindy with Mav, I understood how an eligible, similarly aged bachelor choosing her sister over her would be tough to handle.
So she went on another failed date and was disappointed. But I was her man. Her Mr. Right. I’d stood in front of her and she couldn’t see what was happening. Hell, right now I was literally right in fucking front of her.
At three thirty-two in the morning–I knew the exact time because I’d slept like shit–Lindy had pushed away the fucking pillow berm she’d put back in place and cuddled up behind me because in her sleep, she was drawn to me.
Felt safe. Protected. Desired. She flung her arm over my waist and her hand settled on my lower belly, her fingertips brushing the top of my dick.
That had been three hours ago, and I was in heaven and the worst hell ever. My woman was a cuddler. I was the little spoon in the drawer and she was still–still!–touching my dick.
If those fingers encircling the sensitive ridge without doing a fucking thing wasn’t torture enough, I loved the feel of her pressed against my back, every soft, plush inch of her.
Her little nightie–this one was yellow cotton with white lace edging–was clumped about her waist. I felt the material against my back, which meant her bare pussy was pressed against my ass.
God bless airing things out, whatever the hell that meant.
She started to stir, and I knew the second she came awake because she tensed. That had her fingers gripping the head of my dick. Pre-cum spurted and wet my boxers.
She let go because she probably felt it. I took hold of her wrist and kept her from rolling away. Wanted to feel her against me just a moment longer.
“Morning, sugar.”
“Dex. Oh my God.” Her breath heated my back and made even more pre-cum escape.
“You crave a big dick, don’t you? Is that why you’re over here, gripping me?
Want it buried deep? Remember, gotta beg.
” With that, I raised her knuckles to my mouth, kissed them, then reluctantly–perhaps the hardest thing I’ve ever done–climbed from bed, not looking back.
If I did, I would have gotten her beneath me and given her everything she needed.
Because Lindy was so fucking hard to resist.