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She flips around and begins to crawl toward me. With the bed being so tall, her face is almost even with my dick. “I want you to come in my mouth.” She looks at me with pleading doe eyes. Fuck. Me. I contemplate it for a second because, sweet Lord, I want to come in her mouth. I want to come on her face. On her perky tits. On her tight ass. But tonight, tonight I need to come while I’m buried inside her as deep as I can be.

“Not tonight, sweet thing. Turn around. Put your face down on the pillow, ass up.”

“Lucas?”

“Yeah, Red.”

“Fuck me hard. I promise I won’t break.”

I pause, blink hard, take a deep breath and open my eyes after a moment. She has assumed the position, face down, ass up and is staring back at me with flames of desire burning strong in her eyes.

“Your wish is my command, Red.”

Her breath hitches for just a moment when I climb on the bed, placing myself right behind her. I slip the condom down, and dive into her without warning.

She gasps and pushes back against me. I lie over her in a heap of built up desire. Her pussy is hot, so hot that I feel like my dick is on fire in the most amazing way. She’s tight. Her pussy has a vice grip on my dick. She takes every inch of me in. I’m deep, and I know it. But from the sounds that are escaping her mouth, she loves every bit of my dick inside her.

After I gain my composure, I sit back up so that my hands are placed on her ass. That ass. It’s the kind of thing wet dreams are made of. I push into her. The sounds of her skin making contact with mine and our heavy breathing are the only sounds in the room. I slap her ass; she gasps, and then moans.

“You like your ass slapped?”

She can barely answer, but after a moment forces out a yes.

“Yes, what?”

She turns her head so that she’s making eye contact with me. “Yes, Sir.”

I drive into her harder at the sound of her calling me sir. Fuck that’s such a turn on.

I can feel my orgasm building inside me, and as her pussy gets tighter around me, I can feel hers building, too. I reach up, unclasping her bra and finally freeing her gorgeous tits. I reach around pinching a nipple in between my fingers at the same time as I drive into her while smacking her ass. She lets out a stream of “fuck yeahs” followed by variations of my name and Sir. Then she cums again, milking my dick for every bit of semen that is inside of me as she does.

We both collapse onto her bed. I roll to the side of her so that I’m lying on my back and she is still resting on her stomach.

We sit in silence for a few moments, both trying to catch our breath. This moment right here is where it can easily become awkward. Do I just get up and leave? Do I wait to be told to leave? Usually, in a situation like this, I would just get my stuff and head out, but this isn’t some random club whore. This is Dani. She’s cool, funny, and, as much as I don’t want to admit it, has gotten under my skin. I don’t really know how to handle this. Luckily, she decides to handle it for me.

“That was,” she pauses like she’s looking for the right word, “amazing.”

I chuckle, “Yes it was, Red. Yes. It. Was.”

“I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want that to be the only time you and I fuck. That was way too good only to happen once.”

She’s right. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, and I don’t doubt one bit that it would just get better with time. But I don’t do relationships. I’ve only fucked a handful of girls more than three or four times, Candice being the main one. I always go back to her because the sex is good, but now that I’ve been with Dani, I don’t think I could go back to Candice. My definition of amazing sex now has a new face, Dani.

“If we’re going to do this, we need to lay down some ground rules.”

We just fucked. We’re both completely naked. And now she wants to make rules. I understand making sure things don’t get complicated, but this is a little extreme. I mull it over for a moment though, realizing the sooner I agree to her rules, the sooner I can come in that bossy mouth of hers.

“Sure, Red. I’ll follow any rules you’ve got.”

She smirks at me, knowing I’m being a smartass. “One, this is just fucking. No meeting families or hanging out with each other’s friends. This,” she motions between us, “is just physical. Second, you can stay the night.” I’m secretly thanking my stars at that one because it’s after four a.m. and I am completely exhausted. “But we don’t cuddle and you can stay for breakfast but you have to leave after that.” She bites the inside of her mouth and rolls over so that she is on her back. She looks up at the ceiling like she’s checking some mental list to make sure she hasn’t missed anything. “Oh, and I don’t fucking cook. So don’t ask. If you want breakfast, there is milk in the fridge and cereal in the cabinet, or there’s a McDonalds around the corner. Lastly, this is not a relationship. There will never be a real relationship between us. Got it?”

She has gone from being sweet little Red to bossing me around. I like it. I don’t want nor do I need a relationship. I’m not a cuddler. And I can cook my own damn breakfast. So all those things work for me.

“Gotcha, Red.”

I crawl over her, jumping off the bed and finally removing the condom. I tie the end off and walk out of her room in search of a bathroom and some water. I glance back at her right before I step out the door to see her staring at my ass and biting her lip.

I laugh at her facial expression when she realizes I have caught her staring.

“You like what I’m working with, Red?”

She laughs, “From the amount of times I just said your name, I think we can assume I like everything you’re working with, Mr. Wade.”

I moan and have to resist the urge to rush over to her and dive back in, literally. She smirks and pulls back the covers, crawling underneath them. “Hey, lock the door before you come back.” I nod and walk out of the room.

I find the bathroom and dispose of the condom; next, I head to the living room. Her ripped Ricky’s shirt lies on the floor and I realize we never even shut the door fully when we came in. God, I hope her neighbors are heavy sleepers. I lock the door and head toward her kitchen to get some water. I see a few pictures sitting out. All of them are of Dani and an older man and woman that I assume are her parents. In one of them, her dad is in a police uniform holding a baby Dani next to a police car. Great, her dad’s a cop. The woman standing next to her in most of the pictures must be her mother. She looks sweet and is holding a wine glass in most of them. I laugh; she and Dani look alike in lots of ways. Something about their eyes and smile, I guess.

By the time I make my way back to Dani’s room, she is curled up in a little ball, snoring. Her hair is wrapped around her neck and chest like a red silk scarf.

I crawl in next to her, making sure to stay on my side so I don’t break her ‘no cuddling’ rule. I stare at her for a moment. She is beautiful, but that’s not all she has going for her. She’s smart, funny, a total smartass, and from her encounter with Nikki last night, I know she can hold her own. I respect her. Which my mother would say is odd since she assumes I don’t respect women at all.

But Dani is different. I can’t fall for anyone, it’s just not the way I’m built, but something tells me that if I could, Dani would be the kind of girl I could do it with.

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing, but it sounds far off. Then I remember my phone, along with my whole purse is in the living room. It’s in the living room because Lucas and I were a mess of hands and lips when we walked in last night, so much that I’m not sure we shut the front door.

I fucked Lucas Wade last night. Correction, Lucas Wade fucked me, and it was addictive. I’m hooked on the kind of loving Lucas can dish out, and from his reaction and sounds he made last night, I think he feels the same way.

He’s snoring loudly beside me. He’s a few inches away from me, but our feet are tangled together. Does this count as cuddling? I don’t think so, but I separate my feet from his just in case.

I roll over, glancing at the clock. Shit, it’s almost noon.

From the living room, I hear my phone ring again. Shit. Shit. Shit.

It’s my mom.

I jump off my bed, almost tripping over the pile of clothes and shoes we made on my floor. My phone has stopped ringing by the time I get to it, but I have a text message.

Mommy Dearest:
You, me, Skype. 5 minutes, young lady
.

Aww shit. She’s pissed. She has been calling and texting me all morning. She knows I am an early riser by nature, so I’m sure she suspects something or is worrying sick. I text her back letting her know that Skype in five minutes works for me.

I fix a pot of coffee and grab a Diet Coke while I wait for it to brew.

I hear footsteps and look up to see Lucas stride into the kitchen wearing only boxers. I finally get a good hard look at his chest and arms. He’s built like a Greek God. Sculpted arms, six pack, traps, those sexy as hell V things that lead into his pants. You name it; Lucas Wade’s got it.

“I’ll leave soon, I swear. I just need coffee first.”

He wanders into the room rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. He leans against the counter and smiles at me when I hand him a cup of coffee. I don’t ask if he takes it with cream or sugar, he just seems like the kind of guy who takes it black, and when he takes a sip, I know I’m right.

“Did I imagine shit or was your phone ringing off the hook this morning?” His voice still has a gruff tone to it due to the lack of sleep. It’s sexy and makes me want to fuck him right here, in my kitchen, on these sparkling granite counter tops.

I hear a ringing coming from my room. What the fuck is that? Oh, shit, my computer.

“Oh, shit, that’s my mom.”

“Why do you look so nervous? And what is that ringing?”

“That’s my laptop; my mom is trying to call me on Skype. We talk every day, usually early, and since I didn’t answer her phone calls or texts until noon, I know I’m going to get shit from her.”

He laughs, “I gotta hear this.” He starts to follow me back toward my bedroom.

“Fine, just stay out of view. The last thing I need is her asking questions. She’s a bit nosey.”

He follows me back to my room carrying his coffee cup, “aren’t all moms?” I grab my laptop from my dresser, and we both sit on my bed. He leans against the headboard and I sit at the end of the bed, facing him so I can see him, but my mother can’t.

As soon as I open my laptop, she calls me again. I look at Lucas over my laptop. “Lucas, don’t say a word. Please.” He nods in my direction.

I answer the call, prepared to deal with the consequences of making my mother worry.

“Hi, Mom.” I brace myself.

“Dani Gail, what is wrong with you? You had me worried sick, young lady! Why in the hell were you sleeping till noon anyway? That’s not like you. Are you sick?” I really do feel like shit for making her worry. I know she hates being so far away from me. My mom is a natural caretaker, and with me being three hundred miles away, she feels a little lost.

“I’m not sick, Mom. I swear. I just had a late night last night, so I slept in, and I forgot to put my phone beside my bed so I could hear you call this morning. Sorry, Momma.”

Lucas is making sarcastic ‘aww’ faces and placing his hand over his heart in a dramatic fashion. He’s an asshole, but he looks ridiculously hot sitting in my bed, shirtless, drinking from my coffee cup, so I will forgive him for being an asshole.

“Late night, huh?” Oh no, she’s giving me the look. The ‘I’m your mother so I know exactly what long night means’ look. Shit.

“Yep, just a long night. Fridays are really busy at the bar. I was on my feet all night, so I was super worn out once I got home.” Please don’t ask any more questions. Please don’t ask any more questions!

“You being worn out wouldn’t have anything to do with the good looking shirtless boy sitting on your bed would it?” Fuck.

I look over my laptop at Lucas. His eyes are as big as saucers and he shrugs, showing he has no clue how she knows he’s there. Neither do I. I decided it’s best to just play it off. Be cool about it.

I laugh at her, “Gail, what are you talking about? There is no shirtless boy in my bed! Have you been drinking today?” I’m trying to make a joke out of it. Maybe she won’t catch on that I’m lying and I’m laughing because I’m nervous.

“Dani Gail, don’t lie to me. I can see that boy’s reflection in the mirror behind you.” I turn around and, sure enough, she has a clean shot of Lucas sitting on my bed. I’m really stupid sometimes. “Am I right to assume your name is Lucas, young man?”

He stutters out an incoherent response and grabs a pillow to cover his chest.

“Turn me around, Dani. Now.” I do as I’m told, mouthing I’m sorry to Lucas as I do it. The look he gives me shows that he is totally pissed I’m selling him out like this, but he doesn’t know my mom.

“So, was I right? Is your name Lucas?”

I swing around so I’m sitting next to him, but not too close to him. “Yes, Momma, this is Lucas. Lucas, this is Gail Hartley.” I wave my hand between Lucas and the computer screen that is now showing my mother’s unapprovingly face.