His hand finally unclenched, and I contemplated moving.
If I moved, would he wake up and find his hand on my vagina?
I started to shift, and his entire body rolled until he was pressed to me, chest to feet.
His feet were tangled with mine.
His hands twitched, one still on my crotch, and the other on my waist.
His mouth was inches from my face, his breath exhaling against my cheek.
His hard chest was pressed into my arm, and his crotch was snug against my hip.
It was more than obvious that he was a cuddler. He was clutching onto my body like I was a body pillow instead of a living being.
And his breath smelled sweet—like the chocolate bar that I’d witnessed him eat not long before we’d come in here.
Never before had I been jealous of a fuckin’ nut, but the minute he sucked one of the nuts free of caramel, I’d been a fuckin’ goner.
Closing my eyes, I allowed my mind to wander to a time and place where I would take advantage of this position. Where I would run my hands down the length of his defined chest.
An alternate reality where he wasn’t my teacher, and I wasn’t his student.
My mind ran and my breathing hitched as I thought about what I’d do—where I’d touch him first—and I was so lost in my own musings that I inadvertently pressed down onto his hand, grinding myself into him.
He snuggled me closer.
God, I was going to hell.
Licking my lips, I moved closer, my hair falling into my face, and pressed my lips to his neck.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t react at all.
And I bit my lip, wondering just what else I could get away with.
***
Tommy
I wasn’t awake.
Not at first, anyway.
I had a good sense of time, and always had since I’d been a young boy.
Therefore, I knew the moment I woke up—someone had moved in the bed next to me—that it’d only been a short time since I’d fallen asleep.
My eyes were heavy, and my limbs were still tired.
And I was surrounded by the most delicious scent I’d ever had the chance to smell.
Caramel…and peanut butter. Or maybe cocoa.
I wasn’t sure.
All I knew was that I’d smelled that particular scent before.
Had been dreaming about it for some time now.
Experimentally, I cracked one eye open and came face to face with the best sight I’d ever seen.
Tally.
Inches from me. Lips so close that if I wanted to, I could let my lips part, and my tongue snake out, and I’d be able to taste her.
Just as I was about to say something, she leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss on my neck, right under my Adam’s apple.
I shifted, unable to help it, and she gasped lightly.
That’s around the time I realized that I was cupping her crotch with my left hand, and had her hip on my right.
My crotch was placed snugly against her opposite hip, and my dick was so hard that it literally couldn’t be good for my blood supply when most of it was feeding my cock instead of my brain.
That had to explain why I did what I did next.
Surely I wouldn’t have done this had I been thinking clearly—not half asleep and oxygen deprived from too little oxygen to my brain.
My hand clenched even harder on her pussy.
She shifted again, and her breath fanned against my lips.
Her lips hovered over mine.
Just when she was about to press her mouth against mine, my phone started to blare.
Cursing, I rolled out of instinct, moving so quickly that Tally never even had a chance to react.
Her breath left her body as I pinned her underneath me, and she gasped.
“Dr. Tommy.”
Her voice was breathy and raspy, and I closed my eyes tightly to force myself to calm down and think.
“Sorry,” I groaned, rolling back off her.
“S’okay,” she murmured as I crawled out of the bed. “Everything’s okay.”
No, I wanted to disagree with her. Everything was not okay. My dick was hard, my phone was ringing, indicating something was wrong and they needed me, and I was fairly sure that I was about to die from need.
Did I voice any of those concerns? Hell no. Instead, I picked up the phone, placed it to my ear, and said, “Talk to me.”
Chapter 8
Sarchotic-When you’re so sarcastic that people aren’t sure whether you’re joking or just crazy.
-T-shirt
Tommy
“Got your boat here if you want it,” Truth called into the phone.
I shook my head. “No,” I murmured. “I gotta run by the house while I still can.” I looked up at the still gray sky and wanted to curse. “The water’s gone down, but if we get any more rain at all, I’m going to be stuck there.”
“It’s not done. You won’t have running toilets or water.”
I grunted.
“They’re supposed to get out there today with the toilets,” I disagreed. “And I’m going to throw a goddamned fit if they don’t.”
Truth grunted. “Good luck with that.”
I wanted to throat punch him.
I didn’t need any more negativity in my life. I had enough of my own when it came to the house I was building; I didn’t need any of his.
“Hold on to the boat. Take it to the clubhouse and I’ll pick it up in a couple of hours. I have to go check out the floors and make sure they didn’t fuck anything up,” I murmured as I walked to my bike.
I stopped when I saw Tally standing there, her daughter on one hip. Both of them stared at me, and I had a little hitch in my throat when I saw the two of them.
“Okay,” Truth hung up without another word, making my head shake involuntarily at his abruptness.
I should be used to it by now. Truth and I had entered the Dixie Wardens two months apart, and we’d been patched in as members at the same time. I knew him better than anyone knew him, and sadly that still wasn’t anywhere near as much as I knew everyone else.
“Who do you have there, Tally?” I asked, smiling down at the two ladies.
Tally smiled, as she bounced her hip lightly as she gestured to me.
“Tallulah, can you say hi to Dr. Tommy?” she encouraged the young girl.
Tallulah was a gorgeous child and was the epitome of adorable.
She also looked nothing like Tally.
Tally’s green eyes obviously weren’t dominant, because Tallulah’s baby blues were bright and focused on my face.
Her hair was the cutest thing I’d ever seen, as well.
She had tight blonde curls that circled haphazardly around her face.
And her skin was tanned and freckle free.
She was wearing a black t-shirt that said, “Out of my way, I’ve got my sassy pants on today.”
Paired with that sparkly black shirt with pink lettering was a set of hot pink tights that clung to her fat little baby legs, making me want to squeeze her thighs.
“Ba!”
Tallulah’s voice was so adorable that a grin spread across my lips before the entire word had left her lips.
“Hello,” I called, offering the little girl my hand.
She placed her entire hand in the palm of mine, and I fell.
Hopelessly and irrevocably in love with her.
“What’s going on?” I asked her, smiling brightly.
Tallulah’s eyes were intent.
“As da!” she cried, smacking my hand.
I looked down to see her dimpled hand touching one of my tattoos, and smiled.