Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I grab my bag, slide in my laptop, charger, and paperwork that I’ll need to work on later tonight.
I head upstairs to take a shower, stripping as soon as I get in my bedroom. I throw my clothes in the hamper and walk into my massive bathroom with a walk-in shower.
Sleeping with Kinsley was a slice of heaven on earth, the only problem was her couch. My neck is giving me hell for it.
Once I’m in the shower, I take my time standing under the water, letting it pound over my body. The one thing missing here is Kinsley. I’d have her slammed up against the tile wall, her legs wrapped around mine as my body takes every inch of hers.
My cock is standing straight up, there’s no amount of cold water that will calm his ass down either. I take my fist to my cock, knowing I’ll need to take the edge off before I go back to Kinsley.
I envision her here with me, on her knees, taking me down the back of her throat, sucking down every ounce I have to give her, or maybe I’m on my knees, her legs thrown over my shoulders, while I finally get a sweet taste of her pussy. It makes me wonder if her pussy is bare. I can’t fucking wait to have her flavor on my tongue. My head is thrown back, my hand is working my cock hard and fast, when I visualize Kinsley coming with my tongue, I come right along with it.
Painting the shower with ropes of my come, wishing like hell I was coming on Kinsley’s body instead, marking her, and making her mine.
“Fuck,” I grunt. I rewash my body, step out of the shower, do what needs to be done, and get back to my woman.
11
Kinsley
A part of me thinks Luke and I are moving too fast, but the other part is saying, jump. Jump with your two front feet, and don’t be afraid to fall. So, that’s what I’m doing, and when I called my parents to check in on them, I talked their ear off about Luke last night. They were both excited to hear, well maybe not dad. I think he wanted to threaten to pull out his shotgun and give Luke a warning that he might get a butt full of buckshot if he hurt his little girl. I could hear it in the gruffness of his tone.
Mom is more soft spoken, but I could hear the glee in her voice when she spoke. I hung up with them and immediately dialed Sloane, “I should kick your ass, why didn’t you call me last night?” is how she answers the phone.
“Hi to you too, by the way, and I would have, but um…Luke and I fell asleep.”
“Wait, shut the front door,” she hollers into the phone. I’m really glad I’ve learned my lesson time and time again with Sloane when she’s on the phone she gets fired up. I always put her on speaker phone when I call.
“Nothing like that, crazy girl. We sat on the couch after dinner, talked, watched a movie, and fell asleep,” I explain to her.
“Well that’s kind of boring, but good too. I guess you’re forgiven,” she blows out a breath of air.
“Gee, thanks. He is coming back over later on this afternoon, we’re going to do dinner here, since I have to be at the shop early tomorrow morning, and he doesn’t have to be at the office until nine o’clock,” my mind replaying how Luke basically told me what was on our agenda today.
“I want more details tomorrow, I’ll even sneak away from the bakery and you know, hand deliver your goods. It’s been awhile since I’ve had one of your amazing coffees,” Sloane states.
“Sounds like a plan, I’m going to clean up my mess of a place and get ready for Luke. See you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Sloane laughs as she hangs up on her end. I click the end button and get on some old clothes and scrub down my house. I haven’t properly cleaned in weeks and boy does it show. For the next three hours, I dust, vacuum, clean my bedroom, make my bed that I never made the day before, pick up the living room, and clean the bathroom.
I’m ashamed how much I haven’t picked up after myself, especially in the bathroom. I have every hair product out that I own.
“Ugh,” I grumble as I finally finish cleaning. With how long it took me I’ll be lucky if I have time to shower before Luke makes it back to my place.
The good news though, I look around my place, the windows are open, there’s a breeze coming through them, and my house sparkles.