“She was kidnapped and corrupted by some wicked rock star.”
I pull her in tighter and grind against her. “I’d like to corrupt you,” I tell her while kissing her neck.
“Can’t wait,” she replies.
I lean back so that I can see her face. I’m not sure if she’s joking or being sarcastic.
“What?” she asks
“You can’t just joke about things like that, Meebs. Not when you’re in my bed all pressed up against me.”
She blinks a couple of times and then lets out a long sigh.
“What do you want from me, Con? Where do we go with this now?”
I sit up and lean my back against the headboard. I pull Meebs into my lap and she straddles me. I pull up my knees and she leans back against them. I tuck her hair behind her ear and decide to be totally honest with her.
“I want this… I want there to be an us, Meebs.”
I write this shit all the time in my songs but right here, right now, with her sitting in front of me, all blonde and little and hot as fuck, I can’t think straight.
“It just feels right. You being here, in my home, in my bed. It just feels right. Where you and I are meant to be.”
She tilts her head and gives me a smile. “That rhymes. You ever think about writing poetry, or maybe even songs?”
“I have, but I’m not sure I’d be any good at it,” I tell her.
“I think you’d be good at anything you set your mind to.” And that makes my heart stutter and miss a beat.
Pussy.
“You have too much faith in me,” I tell her.
“I trust you to do the right thing,” she replies.
“I’m not sure you should.”
“Should I walk away now then?” her eyes are all over my face as she asks.
“That would probably be the wise thing to do.”
“I’m actually not known for my wisdom. My life is full of bad choices.” That causes a little stab of pain in my chest.
“I think you’re possibly the wisest person I know. It’s hard to do the right thing when you’re being manipulated by bullshitters that don’t have your best interests in mind.”
“So, what if I told you that I think you’re right. That we are right where we’re meant to be. That I want this, whatever it is. I want to give it a go. Do you still think I’m wise?”
Well, she’s got me there.
“Is that really what you want?” I ask.
“I think it is,” she says quietly.
“You think or you know?”
“I know.”
I reach out and touch her cheek with the back of my knuckles. “I’m so scared I’m gonna fuck this up,” I tell her honestly.
“Please try not to. I don’t think my heart could stand losing you again.”
“Fuck, Meebs.” I pull her in. One hand grips her hip, the other in her hair at the back of her head. My mouth melds with hers, but it’s not enough. I need to taste. I pull on her hair, a little too hard and when she moans at the pain, I slide my tongue inside her mouth. It tangles with hers. I drag it over her teeth and around her mouth.
She moans into my mouth and grinds against me. Her nails claw into my scalp and I tilt my head back when she pulls her mouth from mine and drags her teeth along my jaw.
“Meebs. Baby, you need to either stop what you’re doing or take your clothes the fuck off. Coz I can’t hang on much longer. I want you too much.”
She pulls back and looks at me. Without saying a word, she lifts my T-shirt over her head and throws it to the floor.
My head spins.
I drag my eyes from her face and down to look at her tits. Her creamy skin is perfect. Her tits are bigger than I remember, but her nipples are that same pale pink, almost the same shade as her lips.
I reach out slowly and drag my three middle fingers down to her cleavage from her throat. She looks down and watches me. I stroke my fingertips up and down a few times, mesmerised by the way goose bumps form across her skin and her nipples darken in colour slightly as they harden.
I stroke across to her right nipple and gently squeeze and pull it with my thumb and index finger. She tilts her head back and lets out a little moan. I lean into her left nipple and gently bite down, before sucking it into my mouth and lapping at it with my tongue.
“Fuck Con,” she sighs. Gripping my hair at the back of my head, she forces my mouth down on her harder.
Moving my mouth up her throat, along her jaw, I find my way back to her mouth.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her.
“You have condoms?” she asks.
“Shit!” I do have condoms. Of course, I do. I’ve never had sex without them, except twice, with Meebs and look what that led to. The problem is, the condoms are in the round room.
“I need to go and get them,” I tell her. She frowns in confusion.
“From where? Please tell me you don’t have to run to the shop?”
“No.” Shit, how do I explain this one?
“They’re in… I don’t… I don’t keep them in here.”
She looks even more confused.
“Why? Where do you keep them then?”
I feel my cheeks burn. I’m blushing. I’m Conner fucking Reed and she’s made me blush.