Making Her Wait

by Brianna Cash

  This new position makes it so he can kiss me, too.

  His hand freezes as his tongue explores my mouth. He’s stalling while he makes up his mind, kissing me like this while he cups my most sensitive area with his large, very able hand. I help make his decision a little easier, pushing my hips against him, his fingers sliding easily across the wet material of my underwear.

  Walker chuckles into my mouth, pulling slowly away. His fingers finally start moving, though, stroking a deliciously soft line up through my folds. “I’m starting to think you’re the devil in disguise.”

  “Funny, I think you’re an… Oh!” I gasp out as his fingers graze over my clit. “An angel.”

  “Why an angel?” he murmurs, settling in to enjoy the show while his fingers move over me.

  “Because the way you touch me kills me. And when you finally let me come, it’s like I’m in heaven.”

  “How’re you gonna feel when those little sparklers turn into a whole damn fireworks show?”

  Pushing my pelvis up to make him touch me harder, I sigh in relief for half a second before he pulls back. “Show me and I’ll to tell you.”

  “I think I wanna get to know you a little better first.”

  Closing my eyes in frustration, I try to not pant as his fingers move in a lazy figure eight around my entrance and my clit, never quite touching either through my underwear. “We’ve already gone through all of our questions.”

  “I’ve got a couple more.”

  “Ask whatever you want, but then touch me! Please, Walker!”

  His fingers settle over my clit, rubbing lightly, causing me to cry out and arch into him. Then his fingers are back to their slow, torturous figure eights, his voice gentle in my ear as he whispers, “I love it when you beg.”

  “That’s not a question, Friend.”

  “It’s not, is it?”

  He nips my earlobe with his teeth, sucking on it for a couple delicious seconds. It must have a direct line to my clit, because that part of me is now throbbing in time with the tugging of his mouth. “Let me get right to it, then. Who’s your favorite band or singer?”

  “I couldn’t pick just one,” I grind out through clenched teeth. He’s killing me here. He knows it; he’s even enjoying it.

  “Ah, but you have to, my sweet Genevieve.”

  No one has called me that since the last time I was in trouble with my parents. Hearing it on his lips does something to me, pulls me up even higher. I might spontaneously combust when he finally touches me the way I need him to. We’ll go down in flames, just like I predicted, but it’ll be a hell of a lot more fun than I thought it would be.

  “Maroon Five!” I cry out, the first band I can come up with when taking my full concentration off how he’s making me feel.

  “I went to a couple of their concerts,” he replies conversationally. “They’re good. Not my favorite, but-”

  “Next question!” I growl at him.

  Walker chuckles and dips that beautiful smile to my lips, sweeping his tongue in for another taste, teasing me by pushing into my mouth, not down where his fingers are. “Ok, ok,” he murmurs against my lips. “What’s one thing you want to do before you die?”

  “Have sex with you.”

  “That doesn’t count.”

  Jerk! That’s a perfectly acceptable answer and he knows it. Moving my hand over his again, I desperately try to make him touch me where I need him to. He only laughs at my efforts, easily able to deter me. Concentrating hard, I come up with another answer. “I want a real vacation.”

  “When’s the last time you went on one?”

  “Spring break. Eighteen.”

  “Good. See, these questions aren’t that hard. Just answer honestly. What’s your favorite color?”

  “Red.” His fingers move in tighter circles, getting closer to where I need him by such a small distance it’s almost immeasurable. But he is closer, so I’ll answer his questions. I’ll answer as many damn questions as I have to.

  “Favorite author?”

  “Ken Follet.”

  “When’s the last time you had sex?”

  Wincing, I keep my eyes closed tight, not wanting to see his reaction. “The night you changed my tire.”

  “Did you think of me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you wish it was me?”

  “Lord, yes…” I breathe, knowing it’s true and seeing in his eyes just how much my answer pleases him. He’s gotta touch me now, it would be inhumane to keep teasing me like his is.

  “Favorite season?”

  What the hell?! Groaning my frustration, I bite out, “Spring.”

  “How much do you like me?”

  “I think I might love you.”

  Walker’s mouth is on mine before those words register in my mind. When I stiffen under him, shock and mortification washing over me, he changes everything by slipping his hand under the wet material separating us and sliding his fingers through my heat, directly to my entrance. Then, the only thing I think about is how good it feels as he finally pushes inside me.

  My hips move to meet him halfway as I groan directly into his mouth. His fingers thrust into me, filling me, finally easing that ache that was slowly taking over my entire body. Walker moves his mouth to my breast, sucking my hard nipple into his mouth as his thumb brushes across my clit. I gasp a harsh cry as fireworks light up my entire world behind my closed eyelids.

  After coming back down from that glorious high, I eventually remember that I wanted to touch him. I’m still breathing heavily, but I’m thinking halfway clearly, so I roll into him, forcing him onto his back as I push my tongue into his mouth as a thank you. His hands are on my hips when I straddle him, one of them still very wet on my skin, and I reach between us to rub him through his boxers.

  His moan is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

  I sit up and move slightly lower, so I can touch him properly. His eyes are on mine and they hold a warning I chose to ignore as I push his boxers over the bulge I desperately need filling my fist. He springs free, popping up into my hands, and Walker’s fingers find a home on my thighs, gripping me in a way that lets me know he’s still not sure we should be doing this.

  Too late. After all he’s done for me, it’s only fair I get him off once.

  Besides, there’s not a chance in hell of me letting him go right now.

  Gripping him with both hands, I slowly pump up, then back down, watching his face to gauge his reaction. His head is tipped back, but his eyes are on my hands locked around his cock. “Faster,” he grinds out through a clenched jaw, and as I heed his desperate plea, I can’t help thinking we really need some lubrication. His eyes close while I experiment with the firmness of my grip and rhythm, trying to find which combination gets the best response from him.

  His hands move off my thighs to wrap around mine, showing me exactly how he needs me to move. Letting him guide most of my movements, I slowly slide farther down his legs to lower my head over him.

  “Genny, no.” He says it very clearly. He’s very sure he doesn’t want us to go where I’m trying to take us. Not yet.

  Lifting my eyes to his, I can see how tortured he feels as his body tries to convince me he needs this, even as his mind and voice are stubbornly trying to dissuade me. I stick my tongue out to lick the tip of him, needing that drop of precum in my mouth, even if he doesn’t want me to taste him yet.

  The second my tongue makes contact, his hands are in my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts his hips up, shoving himself into my mouth. I anchor myself against his sudden, forceful movements by slamming a hand onto the mattress, fully enjoying him and the way he’s now fucking my mouth like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt. Using my lips, my tongue, my hand, I let him take what he needs. Soon, he’s groaning out my name, his hands holding my head still as he fills my mouth.

  Swallowing him down, I move up the bed to lay in his arms, hoping with everything I have that he’s not mad at me. He should
be. I pushed him farther than he wanted us to go. He told me no, loud and clear, and I totally ignored him.

  I also told him I think I might love him...

  He could be mad at me for a lot of things.

  His arm sneaks around me, holding me close as he catches his breath. When his heartbeat slows under my ear and his hand is slowly rubbing my arm, he lets out a small laugh. “You are the devil, aren’t you?”

  “Are you mad at me?”

  “I should be, but I’m not. More proof you’re the devil in a very sexy disguise.”

  Cringing, I push myself up to look at his face, relaxed and sated, happy in the aftermath of everything we just did. “Should we talk about it?”

  Laughing, he pushes the hair out of my face. “Talk about how you don’t listen worth a damn?”

  “No,” I argue shyly, doing my best to meet his eyes when all I want to do is look away. “About what I said.”

  His face immediately softens, and he slightly shakes his head. “Not if you don’t want to.”

  I settle onto his chest, letting out a relived sigh. “As long as you don’t get weird or run away screaming, I really don’t want to.”

  “I promise when I leave, I won’t be screaming.”

  “Are you gonna come back after you leave?”

  “Yes.” Walker’s hand smooths out my hair before he lets it run through his fingers. “We’re good, G. We’re very good.”

  Walker

  A lot.

  More than I wanna admit.

  Not at all if you don’t stop torturing me!

  I was prepared to hear any of those answers. I was not prepared to hear her tell me she thinks she might love me. I also wasn’t prepared to feel like the happiest man alive at the sound of her words. Or to want to give her anything she might ask for in return.

  Reese is right. I’m playing house with Genny. Trying to figure out if she’s my future.

  The way Genny’s whole body stilled under me once those words were out of her mouth tells me she was just as shocked as I was. And the way she asked me later if we should talk about it let me know just how scared she was of how I was going to react.

  We lay in a very comfortable silence for a while. I feel like I could lay here with Genny forever, simply sharing the same space. Talking, laughing, touching. It doesn’t seem to matter what we do, it’s all fun, and sweet, and something I want to do a lot more of. But I have a game in… an hour. Putting my phone back on her night stand, I sigh, realizing I’m going to have to leave her a lot sooner than I thought I would.

  “Got somewhere you need to be, Friend?”

  “Another game today. I have a little time yet.”

  “You do that a lot. Every weekend it seems.”

  “Yeah, we kind of have an unofficial team. It’s usually a lot of fun, but today I’d rather stay here with you.”

  “You can, ya know,” she whispers, still unsure about how much she should say after her confession earlier. “Stay here with me tonight. If you want to.”

  Honestly, I have no idea what I’d tell her if she told me again, right now, wanting to actually see my expression when she says it. I know it doesn’t freak me out, which is surprising. But I don’t know what I’d say in response either.

  “Are you asking me to sleep here again? Without my nephews?”

  “Maybe,” she admits, hiding her eyes from me. “It’s not like I have an empty house very often.”

  I love when Genny gets shy. It doesn’t happen too often. Wanting to take advantage of this rare moment, I roll us over, letting her take some of my weight, catching the slow smile tugging at her lips. “So, you’re just an opportunist.”

  “No,” she insists, reaching up to run her fingers along my face. “I like sleeping with you.”

  “Are you gonna stick to some rules if I stay here again, or are you gonna blow them outta the water like you did today?”

  “I’ll be good,” she promises. “I’ll be really good.”

  Chuckling, I kiss her fingertips as they pass over my lips. “I already know you’re really good, G. I’m asking if you’ll stick to some rules this time.”

  Her quick smile confirms she was trying to be sneaky and manipulative with her previous answer. “I’ll stick to your rules. Even if you tell me I can’t touch you at all, I’ll listen.”

  “I’m not saying that by any means, but we’ll go over rules when I get back. Sound good?”

  “Very. Should I make you dinner?”

  “Let me take you out.”

  “Ok.”

  It might be the easiest agreement I’ve gotten from her. Climbing over top of her, I reluctantly get out of her bed and start pulling on clothes. Today, I want to get this game over with so I can get back here. And seeing Chad is the last thing I want to do. God, I hope he doesn’t try to ask me about her during one of the breaks.

  Maybe seeing Chad will reinforce my rules about sex with Genny, though. She’s pushing all my boundaries. And after feeling her mouth on me? I don’t know if I’m going to be able to tell her we can’t do that again.

  Genny pulls her pajama shorts on over her soaking wet panties. Her cami gets pulled on next, and it takes everything in me not to pull her back into that bed, so I can watch her nipples harden under my gaze.

  “What’re you gonna do while I’m gone?”

  “Make sure Callie’s still alive. Maybe see what Myra’s up to. Any idea when you’ll be back?”

  “Three or four hours, probably.”

  “Am I dressing up or down for dinner?”

  “Not as down as you are right now, but definitely down.”

  She smirks as her arms move around my waist. She reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss me and run her fingers through my hair. I try to resist her sweet mouth and seductive charms. I’m about ready to give in to her again when she breaks away, dragging me out of her room and down the stairs.

  “I need you to promise me something,” she demands as she starts picking up Zeke’s blocks.

  I stop myself from telling her I’ll promise her anything she wants me to, watching her bend over repeatedly in those teeny tiny shorts. “What?”

  “Promise me you’ll tell me where our toy is before Callie comes home.”

  “I promise.”

  “Can you tell me when I’ll find out what you’re planning with her?”

  “Nope. Although speaking of that, I need to talk to her.”

  “Of course, you do,” she admonishes, rolling her eyes.

  “If I promise you’ll like it, will you stop worrying about it?”

  “Probably not.” She gets all the blocks back in the box before standing up again, complaining, “I thought you were supposed to be doing something for Callie?”

  “It morphed into something else. Don’t worry, she’s excited about it.”

  Settling on the couch, we talk about random things until it’s time for me to go. Genny doesn’t try to seduce me again, and I’m glad. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was getting harder to resist her. Maybe what we did today will be enough to keep her satisfied for a while. It only fueled my libido for her, touching her, feeling how wet she was for me, how ready, how needy. She’s not ashamed or shy. It’s one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen, and it only has me imagining what she’s going to feel like when I’m finally inside her.

  She may not seduce me before I leave, but she does kiss me like she’s drowning and I’m the only thing that can save her.

  She probably knows it only makes me want to get back to her that much faster.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  Sunday night when I get home, Chad’s in front of the TV. I toss my keys into the bowl next to the door and throw my bag in my room, trying to suppress a sigh. He usually works Sunday nights. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to see him. It must be his weekend off.

  Sucks for me.

  “Hey man,” he greets from the couch.

  “Hey.”

  “You’ve been gone all weekend. Tell me ab
out this girl.”

  There’s no good excuse for me to walk back into my room and ignore him. Grabbing a bottled water from the fridge, I walk into the living room and sit on the recliner to catch the score of the game he’s watching. “Her name is Genny,” I tell him, glad she has a common nickname.

  “And…”

  “And she’s sweet and thoughtful and selfless. She loves watching my nephews and arguing with me. She gets shy when things get personal, and knowing she’s finally starting to trust me makes me feel like maybe I’m not good enough to deserve her.”

  “That’s not what I’m asking,” he mumbles, his eyes on the game.

  “I know what you’re asking, I just don’t care. A girl’s body doesn’t describe who she is. That’s something you’ll probably never understand because you don’t take the time to get to know anyone.”

  “The fuck is your problem?” he barks, my harsh tone making him give me his undivided attention.

  “I don’t have a problem, Chad. You do.”

  He glares at me from his seat on the couch. I shouldn’t be starting this fight. This has nothing to do with him. It has everything to do with the fact that Genny won’t tell him she won’t see him anymore. She trusted me enough to tell me about her parents, to tell me about everything she’s been through, everything she’s given up keeping her family together. Why won’t she give up this asshole who doesn’t care about her at all?

  “Does this have something to do with that kid?”

  What a fucking piece of shit. I knew what was going on with him and Reese and Zeke. I stayed out of it, not wanting to be in the middle, but right now, listening to him talk this way about my favorite kid in the world, I can’t believe I’ve stayed out of it for as long as I have. “He’s not that kid. Until you sign the fucking papers, he’s your kid. You want nothing to do with him. Sign the papers so Steve can adopt him, and he can finally have a dad that loves him.”

  “Gimme a break, I pay the child support.”

  “You think that makes up for everything else?” I demand, not really expecting an answer but needing to voice my opinion.