Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
RAMONA
R ío closed the door, sealing us in his apartment. Alone.
The sounds of his neighbors were faint and in the background, so he no doubt picked up on my heart pounding within my chest. Because I could hear his, too.
Río stepped up to me, gaze intent and hot. His chile and clove was richer, affecting my body more than it had any right to. I’d never had this response to the lust of another, even when I had been in a relationship. Normally, the connection I needed with someone kept me far from getting to this place, and even when I’d managed it with my high school boyfriend, something still kept me from doing what I was absolutely about to do, now.
Río crowded even closer and tucked a lock of curls behind my ear. I’d been told before that my hair, when I could get it to behave, was pretty. But he seemed to be fascinated by it. “I like the smell of you in my apartment, Princess.”
And I jumped him. My lips slammed onto his, and my legs wrapped around his waist. Río growled, and the sharpness of his claws just on the other side of my shorts had me wiggling and moaning against him. Though I closed the distance between us, Río took charge of the kiss, despite me pressing against him, trying to communicate with my tongue that I just wanted him to fuck my mouth already.
Instead, Río walked us further into the fairly spacious room that was a combination of kitchen and living area. He sat us on a couch, slow and controlled when I felt like I wanted to just pull him under my skin, to live there always.
Jesus.
He broke the lock of our lips to kiss down my neck and start sucking, as if he already knew that it would send me into high, trembling mewls and shifting on his lap. His hands continued to squeeze my ass and keep me pressed to him. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned into my neck, “you’re so— fuck ,” he almost sounded frustrated.
Which made two of us. My body was aching for him in a way that I’d never felt with anyone before. To have him inside of me. We’d made each other come multiple times at this point, but it was like the base, animalistic part of me was done waiting to be taken . “Plea—want you.”
“Yeah, baby? What do you want me to do?” He moved his hands up my sides and between our bodies, finding my nipples that were almost too sensitive against the fabric of my bra and sweatshirt. Río used his thumbs, still sucking hickeys on my neck, to flick and rub the sensitive points.
I whined, hands buried in his hair and rubbing over his cock that was hard between my legs. “Need you inside of me. Now .”
He pulled back, and through my haze, I saw him staring with half-lidded eyes and lips parted. The scent of our desire swelled even higher, staring at each other, and my skin felt almost too hot for comfort. He palmed my hips and tugged on the belt loops of my shorts. “Then take these off for me, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”
Wouldn’t say that I scrambled off of his lap to take off my shorts and panties, but it was quick work to unbutton, unzip, and shove everything off from the waist down. I couldn’t even be bothered to make a show for him or even think about slowing down to do so.
And by the way he reached in his back pocket before unfastening his own jeans, he was just as hungry for me, too. He fished out a condom from his wallet and pulled his cock out.
The light in the apartment was low, but I could perfectly see it, long and thicker than I would’ve guessed. My mouth watered, remembering what it tasted like and how that piercing felt against my tongue. Río pumped his fist, causing precum to bead and start running down the shaft.
It was ridiculous what this shifter was doing to me, but while he turned his attention to opening the condom wrapper, I swiped my finger through the trail of precum before popping it in my mouth. I sucked the salty bitterness off of my skin, watching Río as he rolled the condom on. What would it be like to have him bare inside of me? The thought of it made me squirm impatiently, letting out another pathetic noise.
“Get the fuck over here, Princess,” he ordered, and, for once, I didn’t object.
We were both breathing harshly, fighting the urge to completely tear into each other, but?—
I wanted it, I did , but what if it hurt? Or I wasn’t good at it, or—I tried to shake the thoughts away, but the closer I got to finally having him, the panic set in. Any sexiness I’d mustered in my mind as Río kissed me was gone in an instant as I hovered over his lap. His hands held my hips firmly, yet even with his claws poking into my skin, there was a lightness, like a gentle caress on the edges.
My hair was a mass around both of our heads, and I knew that he could hear my heartrate jackrabbiting in my chest. My fingers clenched tighter on his shoulders, in time with my breaths as I tried to fight off tears.
“I’ve never done this before,” I blurted, and half of the weight on my chest disappeared. My eyes had slammed shut at some point. And if I just continued to not breathe, maybe the despair wouldn’t come back twofold like I was so accustomed to.
It took a moment, after I realized I wasn’t going to combust from sheer embarrassment, for me to calm and tune back into the room. To the couch that Río and I sat on.
I opened my right eye first, focusing in on his nose because that seemed like the easiest thing. When he still wasn’t pulling away or trying to push me off, I forced open my left eye and took in the bottom half of his face. The light streaming in from the apartment windows was more than enough for me to see a muscle ticking along the angle of his jaw. Gaze jerking upward, I was immediately sucked in to those black eyes. Although, now, there was a yellowing at the edges, more than I’d seen before.
A steel grip took my chin, though I was close enough to his face anyway. Río sat up straighter, taking me with him, and if I hadn’t caught the thick scent of a fresh wave of arousal, I would’ve thought he was upset with me, his gaze was so intense.
“If you don’t want to do this, Ramona, tell me now.”
I didn’t answer. My mind was particularly aware of the tension in my thigh muscles, but I didn’t relax onto his lap or get off altogether. Wanting this wasn’t the issue. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have came over in the first place. Certainly wouldn’t have taken off my shorts.
Río’s eyes didn’t flinch from mine for a second, probably taking in more than I even knew myself. But that was okay. I just needed someone to hold it for a while. For him to know and to continue to see me.
His lips were on mine, tongue taking over my mouth and forcing past the hesitation. My short fingernails dug further into his skin, but his claiming was good. Necessary.
When Río parted our mouths, claws still prickling on my face, he spoke in a low voice that was halfway a snarl. “You say that shit to me again, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep it gentle.”
My knees scooted even further apart, and I reached down to steady his cock at the base. Río’s chest heaved, and when the tip met the warmth of my skin, his lips parted to reveal the deadly tips of his fangs.
Even with the condom on, the hard press of his piercing added an element of friction I’d never felt with the things I’d bought and tried on myself. I gasped as I slid down, stretching over the hot press of him. My head tucked into the side of his face, afraid that he’d see the nerves and pleasure and strain rushing back and forth within me.
I bit hard at my bottom lip when it felt like I couldn’t take any more. The real thing was so different from cold silicone, and what would he say when I admitted that it was too much? Would he call off everything and pull out? Would he say ‘fuck it’ and make it hurt? My chest rose and fell in blustery pants as I tried to take another inch and was met with an answering burn.
“You feel so good, Ramona. My beautiful princess, relax for me, okay?” his breath tickled the curve of my neck.
I released my fingers from his shoulders and twined my arms around him instead. Hiding or clinging or both, but the tumbling roll of his voice brought a soothing warmth that cascaded from my ear down my spine.
“That’s it, relax and open up for me.” Another whimper trailed out from my parted lips and curled around his loose hair. I forced a deep breath, to take in Río’s scent and do as he said. That’s all I had to do.
He slid further in, continuing to give me reassurances and commands. I focused my mind on his words, on the purr that was starting to rumble through both of us, until my hips lowered the last inch and met his. “Fuck,” I breathed and pulled away from my hiding spot to look between us.
Sure enough, Río was all of the way inside, my body full. I clenched around him and moaned at the fullness that responded. The burning was nearly gone now, and left in its wake was the exhale of finally .
Río threw his head back and cursed. “ Mierda . Do that again.” It hadn’t been conscious, but I was able to will my walls to tighten around him again, and we both groaned from either side of the pleasure we were sharing together.
As if my body knew just what to do, and maybe it did, I pressed up on my knees, rising just enough for air to kiss the backs of my thighs, and sank back down. The movement made the piercing and girth of him known, forcing a longer, louder noise from my lungs.
His palms and claws remained on my hips, exerting enough pressure to remind me of their presence but allowing for the rhythm to be set by me. Noises of slick friction rang out between us as I went from tentative movements to full-on riding him.
The sharp, sweet physicality of it blanketed my mind in desire and lust to get to the top. My eyelids pressed together, and I tightened my fist in his hair while I rose and plummeted over and over.
Río placed wet kisses and licks while he growled underneath me, affected by this just as much as I was. I chased it, racing toward the crest that he was pushing into me with every thrust of his hips. The pain of his claws just deepened everything, and when I felt them break my skin, I cursed in joy.
“Just like that, Princess, fuck yourself on my cock. You take it so well.” He added more force behind his movements, pulling me down harder and thrusting upward in a way that was tearing me apart. Someone was chanting in hoarse screams for more, harder, more, and it took me too long to realize that it was me.
Río obliged, shoving my release closer and closer, and when he added a spit-slicked thumb to press between my legs, fireworks danced behind my eyes.
While every muscle tensed and I lost all semblance of self, Río pounded into me, running up to meet me in ecstasy. He let loose a scratchy shout that was more growl than anything, and I could feel his cock lock and fire inside of me, filling the condom while we fell together.
The smell of my blood soothed me instead of sending me into a spiral of familiar self-loathing, and I accepted the clawed thumb that he forced between my lips. Mind hazy and loopy, I licked myself off of his finger, teasing the sharp edges that’d been so gentle with the softest parts of me.
Fluttering my lids open while he traced the plush flesh of my lip, I adjusted to the brighter darkness of the room. Immediately, I homed in on the set of pale yellow eyes hooded by black lashes. His pupils and irises were just as black, but what had been the whites of human eyes before were now a glowing pastel color.
I hadn’t seen Río’s shifter form yet, and I wondered if the half-shift of his eyes matched the color of his fur. Would the spots be the exact same color as his hair?
He placed a tender kiss on the point of my chin. “Let me go trash the condom,” he commanded, and I nodded silently, lifting slowly and letting his softening dick slide out of me. I fought down the bits of embarrassment that tried to trickle in as I shuffled off of his lap and unwrapped my arms from around him.
Río stood and slipped the condom off of himself while heading toward the kitchen. The apartment was small—I could see all corners of it from where I sat—but it felt so much like him. Clothes were tossed haphazardly, but only in the area of the loft where I’d caught sight of a large mattress with a low bed frame. A stack of books rested on the beaten up coffee table in front of me.
Before I could start examining what Río elected to read in his downtime, his lean hips filled my line of vision. His jeans were still unbuttoned, and the red fabric of his boxer briefs matched the color of a small bleeding heart beside the V leading to his crotch.
Río gripped my jaw and forced my neck to crane up towards him. I went willingly. His lids were lowered more than usual, and I wondered what he’d look like truly sleepy. Río was either intense or cocky and cracking jokes, but I imagined that he was different when he was alone and at his most vulnerable.
“How was that for a first time, Princess?”
He was being so casual about it. I didn’t give a shit about my virginity , or lack thereof now, but the fact that he was acknowledging it made heat rise to my cheeks. “Do you even have to ask?” Though I didn’t doubt him, I’d always had in the back of my mind that my first time would be a throwaway. Something that would probably be mediocre at best. An obstacle to get to the truly good stuff.
Leave it to this asshole to have me skip that awkward phase altogether. I came so hard that I was pretty sure I stopped breathing there for a while.
Río sank to his knees, just like that, and pushed my thighs apart. Insecurity flashed quick, and I tried to push them back together. But he didn’t let me. He took the back of my knees and pulled them toward himself, slouching me down into the couch.
“Nah. If I believed in God, I would say I’m pretty sure you saw Her up close and personal just now.”
He hooked my legs on his shoulders, eyes between my thighs where he’d just been. I squirmed under his gaze. Being inside of me was different than this. I wasn’t even sure what to be insecure about , but when he wiggled a clawless thumb between my labia, I sucked in a sharp breath. “Shut up.”
He ignored me, pressing down on my clit. My toes curled in the air, and I bit down on my lip to not give him the satisfaction of the moan that threatened to slip out.
“Are you hurting?” He replaced his finger with a delicate flicker of his tongue that had my head dropping back on the couch cushions. I lost the very short battle to stifle my reaction to him, and a whine shook out. “Hm?”
He didn’t go further, and I looked down in frustration. Río’s hair was cascading around his shoulders and down his back, like the rolls of ocean waves. He cocked a brow, waiting.
“Um,” I had to think for a second to remember his question and took stock of my body. There was a dull throbbing that I’d been completely ignoring. “Not really. A little sore, maybe.” I was surely blushing, now, but he didn’t make fun of me for it.
He directed his attention back to between my legs. “You’re bleeding a little.” For a second, I panicked that my period had started or something, but I remembered that some blood after was possible.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
Río took the moment to give a long, slow drag with his tongue, ending with quick circles that had my body electrified. My back arched, weight mostly resting on my elbows.
“Don’t apologize,” he said with a hard twinge.
He didn’t give me time to respond, going back to eating me out for the first time in my life. Again, it wasn’t the unsatisfactory fumbling I’d expected to receive at some point in high school or at a frat party or something. Though I’d never tell him, I was glad that circumstances and my own disinterest in most people had led me into taking Río’s cock and his tongue as my first experiences with someone else. He certainly knew how to use them, and the flash of jealousy was quickly erased as another wave made me curse.
If bouncing on Río’s dick ripped me apart, having him go down on me was melting me and putting my body back together. My mind, though, was even more messed up. How was I going to give him up when he left?
Río groaned, continuing with his expert movements, and a new sound had me cracking my eyes open. With a little tilt of my head, I saw his arm jerking and fist flying over his hard dick. My mouth dropped open, watching him jerk himself off while his face was buried between my thighs.
He looked up at me with those yellow and black eyes and speared his tongue into me, thrusting and swirling. Wetness dripped down on to the couch, but it didn’t even register as my hips moved in time with his tongue.
It didn’t take much longer for my pleasure to break, and I threw back my head again and screamed to the high ceiling. My thighs tightened and shook on his face, but Río didn’t seem to mind.
When my breathing slowed enough for me to relax and open my eyes, it was to the sight of him pressing little kisses on the inside of my legs. The scent of cum filled my nose, and I sat up on my hands. At the same time, Río released my feet to rest on the floor and pulled his shirt off. If I weren’t still trembling with aftershocks, I would’ve melted all over again with his naked torso and tattoo-covered skin in front of me.
He used his shirt to wipe off his hand, then the floor beneath us. Satisfied that he’d gotten it all, Río dropped the t-shirt and climbed onto the couch beside me. His hands snaked around my thighs and back, sitting me on his lap. He kissed the side of my neck, and I clung to him with a scoff. “You’re developing a bad habit of manhandling me.”
His chuckle was deep and lingering, which just made my frown grow as I leaned into the press of his lips. “But Princess,” kiss , “I know,” kiss , “that you like it,” kiss .
I sputtered, wanting to reject the notion but knowing my movements and scent would show me a liar.“That’s irrelevant.”
“Is it? Just say the word, and I won’t touch you anymore.” When I froze and didn’t say anything, he laughed again and gave the side of my hip a light spank. A bone-rumbling purr rolled out of him. “You like it when I touch you.”
His hands were painting lazy circles over my back and on my still-naked lower half. My own rested lightly beside his heart. It was a steady, content beat. “No shit.” Like, though, was too weak of a word. My stomach flipped as a tiny voice in my mind spoke the truth. That I was the pathetic virgin because I was already in love with him. How embarrassing. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
Río’s touch paused and resumed almost immediately. The side of my face itched with his stare boring holes into my skin, but I was becoming used to it. If he was going to say something, he would.
It was odd, the lack of a record playing in the background. I’d gotten so used to the ever-present noise in such a short period of time, but the silence between Río and I wasn’t uncomfortable. With the way my body relaxed into him, it was what I needed.
We sat for a while, my head tucked into the curve of his neck, our breaths and heartbeats syncing, and sleep was coming over me like a warm blanket. I tried to fight it, but comfortable darkness closed in. And with Río beneath me, I let it in.
A deep, quiet serenity, like peering into the mouth of a familiar forest, startled me awake. But my body felt too languid, too good, to move more than a sleepy shuffling.
My fists tightened against the unfamiliar sheets, accidentally pulling at my own hair in the process. As I stretched my legs beneath the covers, my toes bumped against bare skin dusted with hair—a leg and the knot of an ankle. A light brushing sound filled my ears, as did the breath of the body beside me.
I cracked my eyes open and was met with faint, yellow light amidst the darkness that filled the rest of the room. With more purposeful blinks, further stretching of my limbs, the image of Río, bent over a large book, solidified.
He surely knew that I was awake, but I was content to take him in as my conscious mind finished percolating. The side of his face that was closest to me was cast in shadow, emphasizing the slight but strong curve along the bridge of his nose. The tender bow of his lips.
His long, black waves were plopped on top of his head in a messy bun, and his chest was bare. Admittedly distracted by the detailed artwork on his skin and the fluid peaks and valleys of his muscles, it took me some time to notice that he was… wearing glasses.
Not just that, but his eyes were moving quickly over the book while he swept a pencil back and forth on an ivory page.
“You okay, Princess?” he asked without looking away from what he was sketching. His voice wasn’t bogged down with sleep, so I guessed that he’d been awake for a while. Maybe he hadn’t gone to sleep at all.
My mouth tasted stale, and there was a low ache where he’d fucked me earlier, but it was more than manageable. I propped up on an elbow, testing the water before peering at what he was drawing. When he didn’t recoil or turn the sketchbook away from me, I risked it.
He was using a black pencil, holding it at a slant to shade the delicate silk of a chrysalis, full with the changing insect inside. I watched as he took finer, darker strokes that looked like some sort of pattern that ran on the wing curled within.
“Danaus plexippus, or the monarch butterfly,” he informed before I could ask. The image he’d drawn was in startling detail and took up the whole page. Like the sort of illustrations in my high school textbooks.
I had to try a few times to get words to form, but it was at least another minute or so before I was able to mutter, “It’s beautiful.”
Río reached beside him, where I couldn’t see, and came back to the page with a white eraser that he used to swipe away a few pencil strokes. He set back to sketching, emphasizing the transparent nature of the butterfly’s cocoon. “Thanks.” The corner of his mouth gave a little tilt, but it was me that blushed.
“Uh… do you draw a lot?”
“Yep, always have. Did most of my tattoos, too.”
“Holy shit—” my words came out louder than I’d intended, and I scrambled to whisper “—you did all of these?”
Río used a finger to quickly push his glasses a few centimeters back up the bridge of his nose and immediately went back to his work. He shrugged, “Yeah. The ones I could reach, I did myself. The other shit, like on my back and stuff, I just designed then had someone else tattoo them.”
I hummed, entranced by Río’s tattoos once again and the way he was stroking his pencil against the page. The detailed crane feathers along his torso and the dragon scales along his spine took on a whole new weight.
The light streaming in from the windows was faint but more than enough for me to take in his studio apartment. Now, though, we were in the lofted area that contained his bed. The sheets and pillows smelled briefly of laundry detergent, but much more prominent was the wild, peppery scent that was Río’s.
A few more minutes passed, wherein I fiddled with the end of my braid and watched Río finish his butterfly illustration. With the final shadows that brought out the highlights that curved around the figure, he wrote in a neat and elegant script, D. Plexippus, pupal stage . Below that, a quick jotting of the date.
Satisfied, Río closed his sketchbook, which I now recognized from the coffee table stack downstairs, and turned to me. He brought a finger, the side of which had smudges from his artwork, to caress the height of my cheekbone. A watery depiction of my face reflected in his large, clear lenses, but there was no mistaking that he was looking right into my eyes.
“Are you okay? Physically, mentally, all that shit.”
I frowned, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
He shrugged and settled onto an elbow to mimic my posture, then resumed his barely-there tracing of my face. “A lot of people don’t care about their first time, but I wanted to make sure that I at least did right by you. I guess.”
The backs of my eyes prickled, a lump forming in my throat at his soft words, the crease between his brows that was so far from the quick jokes and jabs we so often exchanged.
I pushed myself up on to my hand, ready to scramble out of the bed. This was exactly what I didn’t want—him feeling like I was some charity case or pathetic virgin or, or?—
“Hey, hey. Cut that out.” Río’s command was soft but harder at the end, and he moved too quickly for me to block the arm that shot out and pulled me toward him. I melted while shoving at his shoulders as he flipped me onto my back, head hitting the pillow to release a rush of my scent mixed with his. Just that turned my physical protest into a curling of my fingers into his skin.
Río bent his head and bumped his nose against my top lip, once, then twice, before pulling back. “If we’re gonna fuck, you’re gonna have to be able to talk about this stuff. Got it?”
My chest rose and fell in large, expanding breaths, brushing against his bare skin. The back of my neck was beginning to heat with his demand and the bunched up hood of my sweatshirt beneath it. Why did we have to talk about it? Couldn’t we just—do it? It’d felt so good to be out of my head, to only concentrate on the sensations between us.
“Ramona? It’s either that or nothing. And I think you like my dick too much.” That got an incredulous, choked noise out of me, which just made him smirk like the asshole that he was.
Instead of taking my mouth, commanding with his tongue, Río pressed his lips to mine with the sweetest weight. With a tenderness that threatened tears and left me giving an embarrassing mewl when he pulled away to speak. “So. What’ll it be?”
I bit the inside of my cheek, wanting to fight him but finding it harder and harder to remember what I was protesting. “Fine.”
He kissed me again, this time with a slow heat that I felt in my chest. Only to have it spread down my belly, to my legs, and down my arms to the fingers that were now buried in his hair. The edges of his glasses bumped my cheeks, a cold line of metal and glass that was so different than the hot slide of his tongue against mine. I teased the barbell pierced through his tongue and earned myself a groan and the pressure of his hips against mine, rolling.
Before I could get my legs wrapped around him, he stopped again. “You didn’t answer my question.”
I huffed and let go of him, running my palms over my face that was certainly giving away my arousal and embarrassment all at once. Muffled beneath my hands, I snarked, “What the fuck do you think? I feel good, and I like your dick, okay?”
What was once an expectant smirk turned into a full on, shit-eating grin, and I wanted to punch him in the face. “Yeah? What about my tongue?”
“You are so arrogant— yes . I loved them both. Great experience, ten out of ten. Are you happy now?”
He rewarded my stupid vulnerability with a dragging of his tongue from the corner of my jaw to the crest of my temple. Frankly, it should have been gross, but the scratchy flesh and hard jewelry and purr really felt like a gift. In my ear, he whispered, “Was that so hard? I’m not a mind reader—I want to know how you feel.”
I rolled my eyes, though he couldn’t see them, “Whatever. Are we done talking now?”
“Aren’t you going to ask me what I thought of being in that sweet pussy for the first time?”
“Oh my god, you don’t stop, do you? I had no idea fuckboys did this much pillow talk. Fine, please, do tell.”
A dark chuckle coming from him wracked both of our bodies as he continued to hold me close. “Why, thank you for asking.” Río took the flesh of my earlobe between his front teeth, nipped, and followed the sting of his bite with open-mouthed kisses. When he spoke, it was with a deep rumble that had my breath catching. “I had to stop myself from tearing you apart. You were so fucking tight and perfect . Knowing I was the first one inside of you almost had me flipping you over and pinning you down.” Another bite and kiss on my ear, “And you taste better than candy.”
I was back to clinging to him, arms circling his shoulders while he kissed down my neck. When he settled in the valley between my throat and shoulder, instead of giving me the bite that my illogical instincts were screaming for, he latched onto my skin, licking and sucking out my soul.
My muscles tensed, anchoring him to me while he planted hickey after hickey, and I whined through my nose and tried to breathe.
A muffled growl rang beneath our pleasured panting and the sound of our bodies shifting against the fabric of his sheets. When Río pulled away for a third time, I actually groaned at the loss and flash of frustration. Somehow while I’d been asleep, my underwear found its way back on me—I was not going to think too closely about him dressing me before carrying me to his bed—and was now in the process of becoming completely soaked through.
“Wanna get food, Princess?”
“Right now?” I squeaked, and my stomach gave another hearty growl.
The kiss Río gave me was a quick peck, and I exhaled, defeat calming my racing heart. “Yeah, lemme get you some food. I am the one who made you work up an appetite by tearing that ass up.”
I groaned from everything but pleasure, making him laugh at his own ridiculous ways. “What time is it anyway?”
“‘Bout ten, last time I checked.” He sat up, thighs spreading my hips, and I grumbled at how much I missed his body against mine. His glasses were adorably fogged and slowly clearing to reveal his black eyes full with amusement.
“Fine. And I’m ordering the most expensive thing.”
He laughed loudly and stepped off the low mattress, standing and giving me a full fucking show of his golden brown skin decorated with artwork that I now knew was of his own hand. His muscles were the sort that came from activity and his shifter heritage, not some purposeful workout regimen. His thighs and calves looked hard to the touch, his biceps and pecs well-defined without being bulky. I wasn’t small by any means, and I already knew that he was able to throw me around as if I weighed nothing. In fact, he did it right then, bending at the waist to lift me gently to my feet.
A good bit of his hair had now fallen out of his bun and was fanning around his face and neck. With a light smack on my ass, he turned to a low dresser and fished out a pair of jeans. “I’d expect nothing else from my favorite rich girl. Let’s get you a good, greasy burger.”