Three stimulants at once, and my multitasking skills are rewarded in under a minute.
Ara’s screaming. Her body quakes under my hands. When she orgasms, I swear I feel just as good as she does. I’m not even joking. She’s a mess under me. I’ve made her squirt, cream, laugh, and even cry with how overstimulated she is.
What a masterpiece.
I pull the dildo out and say, “Don’t move.” Then I get up and carefully place the toy in her bathroom for later.
Coming back, I’m not surprised she’s moved. Four. Four more beautiful handprints are going on that luscious, bratty ass of hers.
She’s staring at me, heavy-lidded and exhausted. Her hair is stuck to her sweet face. She’s radiant, and I take immense pride knowing I helped get her this way.
“Do I get to suck your dick now?”
My eyebrows lift to my hairline. If she’s not passed out, I haven’t done my job well enough. “Do you want to?”
“Mmm hmm.” But she’s already closed her eyes. I quietly lay down beside my girl and spoon her until she falls asleep, which doesn’t take long. Once I know she’s knocked out, I creep out of the room and notice her cell buzzing in her purse. Whoever it is will have to wait. Hope it’s not an emergency.
Speaking of which, I pull my cell out and check it. Beetle’s called twice, but it’s definitely past his bedtime, so I can’t call back. He was probably bored out of his mind. He’s grounded for getting that infraction, because yes, Erin found out about it. The principal called and told her. I feel bad he’s having trouble in school, and I want to help him rebuild his make-believe world, but I’m secretly grateful he’s lost gaming privileges for a week. It gives me undivided Ara time.
My stomach rumbles, and I glance at the clock. Holy shit, it’s almost two am.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
I pad quietly into her kitchen and put away the rest of the groceries we’d abandoned. Then I make myself useful for a little while. By the time I’m pulling pizza out of the oven, Ara’s blinking sleepily at me from the doorway. “What are you doing?”
“Making dinner,” I say with an easy smile. She’s so perfect. Her hair’s a knotty mess on her head, and she’s put on little shorts and an anime t-shirt with the neckline cut big, so it falls off her shoulders. All she’s missing is the tube socks.
“I thought you’d left.” She looks confused.
I gently close her oven door and rest the pizza on her stovetop. “Do you want me to leave?” Not gonna lie, my heart’s in my throat waiting for her answer.
“No, I just…”
“Thought I’d have my way with you and skip out once your guard’s down.”
Her silence is confirmation enough.
Jesus, she must have dated some real fuckheads to automatically think that of me. “I didn’t stay so you’d suck me off, either.” I fear that’s where her head went next. “I honestly just wanted to stay and make dinner.”
“At two am?”
I’m not sure what’s happening here, or why the atmosphere between us has changed. “If you want me to leave, I can g—”
“No!” She cuts me off. “Ugh.” Ara scrubs her face with both hands and groans. “I’m sorry. I’m fucking this up, aren’t I?”
Yes and no. I’m not even sure. “This is a lot. I get it. And that’s my fault.” I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the counter.
Ara comes into the kitchen, her shoulders slumped. “I’m in my head again. It keeps happening.”
She wasn’t in her head back in the bedroom.
Or was she?
I suddenly realize Ara’s an enigma I might never fully figure out. Maybe that’s okay. Or maybe I need to give us more time. Probably both.
“I feel like I’ve known you forever,” I say cautiously. “Is that weird?”
“No.” She comes even closer. “I feel the same way. I just wasn’t gonna say it.”
“I should probably get going.”
“But you made pizza.”
“I figured you’d be hungry. And thirsty.” I point at the glass of water with ice I’d left on the counter. I was going to bring her dinner in bed, but she woke before I was done setting things up. I think she figures that out when she sees the origami rose next to and the glass, both set on a cookie sheet because I wasn’t sure what else to use as a tray to bring it all to her.