Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Hunter
Burger in her hands, sitting criss cross on my back patio in a recliner overlooking the ocean, her tray of fries in between her thighs and milkshake next to her side, I couldn’t be a happier man.
She takes a big bite of her burger and washes it down with her Neapolitan shake from In-N-Out Burger and grin.
“Mmmmm,” she whispers with her eyes closed before looking my way. “This is heaven.”
“No, Angel, heaven is Dodger stadium at sunset. Light breeze. Beer in one hand, Dodger dog in the other, and you by my side,” I wink. She blushes. With a shrug, I add, “Bottom of the ninth, and bases loaded in our favor wouldn’t hurt, either.”
I take a big bite of my double-decker and reach for one of her fries, having already finished my own.
“This works, too, though. Nothing like some In-N-Out to right a shitty night,” I joke but she flinches. “The game, Angel. Not you.” I smile, but she’s still shaken from whatever exchange happened earlier with Tiffany.
My ex-girlfriend from high school that followed me to college and insists on making my life a living hell. Tiffany was just along for the ride, any ride that would guarantee her the limelight back in the day. Her father and Edward, the man who took me in after my parents died, go way back.
Tiffany talked me into trying a relationship with her that lasted a whole of two weeks. She was a leach, looking for any ticket she could into the easy life. Like most are in Los Angeles.
But not Rochelle. My Angel. A girl I don’t have to be anything or anyone with but myself. And fuck if that isn’t the most refreshing thing in the world.
We finish our burger, and I wash mine down with my soda as she takes a few sips of her drink before looking my way shyly. I smile and shake my head at her, at this, at us. Scooting my chair closer to hers, I stop only when we are just a few inches apart.
“True or false?” I question.
She cocks her head at me and smiles.
“Your heart races when I am near it?”
She drops her drink to her side and looks as if I have stolen her ability to breathe.
“True,” she whispers.
Smiling, I’m completely caught off guard when she hits me with a dose of my own medicine a second later.
“True or false?” she asks. I wait patiently for her question. My palms itch with the need to reach out and touch her, but I wait. “You can’t think straight when we’re apart?”
“True,” I answer quickly without any hesitation at all.
“True or false?” I ask her back just as fast. She sits up a little straighter, uncrosses her legs, my answer gives her some newfound confidence. “You’ve never felt this way before in your life, and you’re worried what will happen if you let it slip away?”
“That is two questions,” she giggles. “Not fair.”
I shrug. “Answer, Angel.”
“True,” she admits, making me lose all restraint. I reach out and grab both of her knees, now resting close to mine, and lightly run my hands up her inner thighs.
“True or false?” she asks, as her breathing hitches. “You’re afraid of what you’re getting into, because you might not survive?”
“True.” Her eyes fill with desire as I reach the fabric of her shorts.
“True or false, Angel?” I ask. Instinctively, she spreads her legs a little wider.
“You’ve never had a man touch you, the way I’ve touched you,” I brush my fingertips across the very top of her thighs before running both thumbs across her clit.
She bucks her hips wanting more. “The way I am going to touch you,” I whisper, as I lower her zipper. “The way you want me to touch you?”
I have to ask the last question, because fuck, I need her permission. I want all that she is willing to offer, but only if she wants me to take it. All she has to do is say the word and she won’t ever know what hit her until she is screaming for me to stop and begging for me to continue.
“True,” She whispers quietly. So quietly I almost don’t hear her, but her lips tilt in a beautiful smile as I finish lowering her zipper and she raises her hips, anxiously awaiting my next move.
I shake my head. She stares at me confused.
“Stand up,” I command. She hesitates at first before complying.
When she does, I can smell her through the fabric of her shorts and it makes my cock throb.
Pulling her forward, I breathe her in deeply before rising and brushing her hair back over her shoulders.
“Not here. I can’t get enough of you out in the open. ”
Lifting her in my arms, cradling her, I walk towards the open door leading into the master bedroom.
“True or false?” she asks as I step over the threshold. “You won’t be disappointed? Because of my… inexperience.”
Setting her down on the bed, I tear her shorts from her body and groan when I find her bare underneath.
Her center glistens. She’s so fucking wet and willing.
Her thighs part, desperate for my touch.
Kneeling before her, she’s the most tempting thing I’ve ever seen as I look up, meet her eager stare right before my mouth makes contact with her pussy, and whisper, “True.”