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Story: Desert Heat
My cock started hardening again at the thought.
“I might. Someday…”
“How about you clean me up first?”
“…Savvy… I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Not doing this right. For not lighting the candles, sipping some wine…”
“Shut up. Just stop. It was perfect. The slow burn… I’m glad I waited. I’m glad it was you.”
I looked away, got off the bed, hiding the guilt of the moment. I found a clean washcloth, let warm water run over it. Took a few deep breaths to recover myself before returning.
My eyes move to the ink across my left pec. More runs down between my shoulder blades. I din’t wear as much on my skin as most. My Apache blood runs deep even generations my ancestors ran the plains.
Mostly tribal symbols are inked on my skin. My royal bastard ink was done over in black before I came here. If Savvy thought it was suspect that a preppy athletic type had ink she hasn’t said a word yet.
I feel guilty as fuck for what I’m doing. Letting her fall in love with a lie. I turn away from the mirror .
This time I kissed her long and slow. Let my hands do the talking as I fell on the bed again.
Darkness descended, covering us.
There were no more words. Our language became kisses and sighs.
I’d steal every moment I could with her and regret not one.
She’s going to hate me someday.
But in this sweet moment, all she’s giving me is pure loving.
“
CHAPTER 11
“Are you okay? You seem distracted.”
“I’m good. I just needed to get some assignments finished. Are you coming to the game tonight?”
“Are you inviting me?”
“I’ll pick you up at four.”
“I’ll meet you there. Brandi is coming over to pre-game and get ready… Tank gave her his practice jersey to wear.”
“I’ll pick you both up then. I don’t like you driving if you’ll be drinking with her.”
“Please,” I rolled eyes, “I don’t need another daddy.”
“You’ll call me daddy again, real soon,” he growled into the phone, making my face heat.
“I’ll pre game at Brandi’s instead. We can walk from her apartment, okay…daddy?”
I heard him suck in his breath on the other end. “Brandi and Tank aren’t invited to stay over your place tonight. Make sure she knows that.”
“Why not? Tank makes better coffee than you do.”
“I might. Someday…”
“How about you clean me up first?”
“…Savvy… I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Not doing this right. For not lighting the candles, sipping some wine…”
“Shut up. Just stop. It was perfect. The slow burn… I’m glad I waited. I’m glad it was you.”
I looked away, got off the bed, hiding the guilt of the moment. I found a clean washcloth, let warm water run over it. Took a few deep breaths to recover myself before returning.
My eyes move to the ink across my left pec. More runs down between my shoulder blades. I din’t wear as much on my skin as most. My Apache blood runs deep even generations my ancestors ran the plains.
Mostly tribal symbols are inked on my skin. My royal bastard ink was done over in black before I came here. If Savvy thought it was suspect that a preppy athletic type had ink she hasn’t said a word yet.
I feel guilty as fuck for what I’m doing. Letting her fall in love with a lie. I turn away from the mirror .
This time I kissed her long and slow. Let my hands do the talking as I fell on the bed again.
Darkness descended, covering us.
There were no more words. Our language became kisses and sighs.
I’d steal every moment I could with her and regret not one.
She’s going to hate me someday.
But in this sweet moment, all she’s giving me is pure loving.
“
CHAPTER 11
“Are you okay? You seem distracted.”
“I’m good. I just needed to get some assignments finished. Are you coming to the game tonight?”
“Are you inviting me?”
“I’ll pick you up at four.”
“I’ll meet you there. Brandi is coming over to pre-game and get ready… Tank gave her his practice jersey to wear.”
“I’ll pick you both up then. I don’t like you driving if you’ll be drinking with her.”
“Please,” I rolled eyes, “I don’t need another daddy.”
“You’ll call me daddy again, real soon,” he growled into the phone, making my face heat.
“I’ll pre game at Brandi’s instead. We can walk from her apartment, okay…daddy?”
I heard him suck in his breath on the other end. “Brandi and Tank aren’t invited to stay over your place tonight. Make sure she knows that.”
“Why not? Tank makes better coffee than you do.”
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