As she walks away, I can’t help it and check out her amazing ass. Of course, most of the guys in this place look at her; between the body, the ink, and the hair, she could be a fucking model.
Even at fourteen, she was a knockout, and I knew how lucky I was that she wanted to be with me. Then I threw it all away, and for what?
Sean comes walking back in and sits down across from her. I should really stay, but things are already strained between Lainey and me. I can’t get on her good side if I’m pissing her off at every turn. I’ll leave, but maybe have her brother text me when she gets home.
I throw a couple extra dollars on the bar and get up. Before I walk away, I look back at Lainey and find her eyes on me. I lift my hand, and she turns her focus to Sean.
I head back to my place and try to come up with a plan.
Buzz, buzz, buzzzzz… I open my eyes and grab my phone off the nightstand. It’s two in the morning. Buzz, buzz, buzz… It’s the buzzer for the entrance downstairs. I climb out of bed and limp my way into the living room. I press the button. “Hello?” My voice is thick with sleep.
I’m surprised to hear the voice on the other end. “Can I come up?”
I press the button that unlocks the door. I hear it open through the intercom and let go of the button. I stand in front of the door, anxiously waiting for her to knock.
The moment it comes, I pull the door open. She’s still in the dress she had on earlier, but her hair is now in a braid, her face free of makeup, and I prefer her this way.
“Come in.” I step back, and her eyes immediately go down, and I am very aware that I’m only in a pair of boxer briefs. My dick likes the idea of her staring at it. I shut the door behind her. “How was the rest of your date?”
Lainey whips around and sashays toward me. “What do you want to hear, Ranger? That we fucked in the bed at my brother’s, or that he took me back…”
Before she can finish that, I cover her mouth with my hand. “I don’t want to hear any of that.” I walk her backward until she bumps into the wall. “You’re lying because I know what you look like after getting thoroughly fucked.” I slide my hand from her mouth down to her neck. “Your cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink after you come.” I lean in a whisper, “I could always see your pulse pound in your neck.” I run my nose along it. “And you’d smell spicy and sweet.”
Lainey’s chest rises and falls. “W-what are you d-doing?” she whispers.
“I don’t know, but it feels right. Remember how good we were together? Remember how responsive you were for me? I could make you come from just sucking on your nipples, couldn’t I? I’d make you come over and over before I let myself come inside you.” Fuck, my cock is so hard as Lainey does a full-body shiver. “Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me that I won’t find your pussy wet if I stick my hand in your panties.”
I grab the front of her dress, pulling it up until her panties are exposed. She doesn’t say anything, but her chest rises and falls rapidly, and her pulse is throbbing in her neck.
The moment I slip my fingers inside, I groan—she’s completely bare and so fucking wet.
“Oh, you naughty girl.” Lainey moans as I rub little circles over her clit. I feel it swell against my fingertips. “Always so responsive. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
She closes her eyes and nods. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she gives these little moans that start in the back of her throat. Lainey grabs my wrist and pushes it farther down until my fingers are at the entrance of her pussy.
The minute I push one inside, I groan—she’s hot, tight, and so fucking wet. Lainey grabs my face and pulls me down to her until our lips meet. Fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids, and everything fades away except for Lainey and me.
I tease the seam of her lips until she opens to me, letting her tongue duel with mine. Every kiss we’ve ever shared flies through my mind, but this is by far the best. I keep fingering her as our lips stay fused together.
Her fingers curl around the back of my neck as I feel the telltale sign that she’s beginning to come. Lainey’s body tries to pull my finger in deeper, as it becomes drenched in her arousal.
I ease my finger out of her, bringing her down by gently rubbing her clit. Slowly I pull my lips away and smile at the pink blush of her cheeks. Lainey opens her eyes; her pupils are dilated.
When I finally pull my finger from her panties, she watches as I bring it to my lips, licking every bit of her arousal off. Her sweet, tangy flavor explodes on my tongue, and Lainey’s tongue peeks out as she watches me.
I lean down to kiss her again, but she turns her head. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t come here for that. I actually don’t know why I came, but that wasn’t the reason.” Lainey places her hands on my chest. “Your body is so-so different, bigger, and more muscular than before.”
She lets her hands slide up and down my chest to my six-pack, then around to my back. My cock is begging for her touch, but she touches me everywhere else. I cup her face, moving my thumb back and forth over the apple of her cheek.
“Yours has changed too. Fuck, you’ve got a great body.” I kiss her behind her ear and then nip at her earlobe.
Lainey pulls back and looks up at me. “I-I should go.”
“Please don’t. Stay with me. We don’t have to do anything. I just want to hold you.” I wait on bated breath for her to answer, and she finally gives me a nod. “Good, let’s get you a t-shirt, and we’ll go get in bed.”
I herd her toward the bedroom, thankful that I cleaned my room earlier. I grab a t-shirt for her and then carry it into the bathroom, setting it on the counter. In the closet, I grab her a toothbrush.
Lainey thanks me and then steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I head back into the living room to shut everything down before returning to my bedroom, sitting on the side of my bed.
My nerves kick in when I hear the bathroom door open. I feel like I’m sixteen again, and we’re about to have sex for the first time. I turn my head to watch Lainey walk out of the bathroom. My t-shirt hits her mid-thigh, showcasing her long legs and the tattoos that cover most of her thighs.
She climbs onto my bed and lays on the other side. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her and stand up to head into the bathroom. I take care of business, step out into my bedroom, climb in, and lie down next to her.
“Why are you limping?” Lainey asks softly from beside me.
I move around until I get comfortable and then roll to my side, so I’m facing her. “I was in a bad car accident four years ago. I broke the neck of my femur, and there were complications after the surgery. It’s a dull ache that never really goes away, but I’ve learned to deal with it.”
Lainey looks down at my leg and touches the faded white line that runs past the bottom of the band of my boxer briefs. Her fingers trail over the scar, and I fight getting hard.
“I’m sorry you were hurt.”
I whisper, “Me too.”
She’s quiet for a bit and then whispers, “Sean tried to kiss me tonight.”
Why does that make me want to punch something? He’s always wanted her, but I felt like it was a weird obsession. I’m beginning to think she shouldn’t be around him at all. “How did he take it when you rejected him?”