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by Smeltzer, Micalea


  My hips roll against his mouth of their own accord.

  He sucks on my clit and my back bows off the bed as an orgasm shatters through my body.

  Holy fucking shit.

  “It should be illegal to have an orgasm that good.”

  Abel chuckles as he makes his way up my body, placing kisses strategically on my skin as he goes.

  One kiss is pressed to the top of my pubic bone.

  My belly button.

  My breasts.

  Until he reaches my lips, pressing a long lingering kiss there. I taste myself on his tongue and I find I don’t mind it. His erection brushes against the inside of my legs and I shiver, anticipating the feel of it in my body.

  “Condom!” I cry suddenly, my arms careening where I whack him across the face. “We need a condom!”

  “Hell, Blondie.” He rolls off of me and grabs his face. “I think I’m going to get a black eye.”

  “Well, at least then we’ll be even—considering your massive dick punched me in the face.”

  He gives a soft chuckle as I turn onto my stomach and reach over to my bedside table and grab a condom out of the little trinket box there. I’m pretty sure my mother intended for me to put jewelry there, or something else equally as respectful, but it’s an excellent place to store condoms.

  I feel Abel’s hand palm my ass and I turn my head slightly, looking at him behind me. His body looks like it’s carved from stone, all hard planes, and angular slopes. My body, by comparison, is fluffy and dimpled but both of us are equally perfect in our own unique ways.

  “Love your ass,” he murmurs. I don’t think he even knows he’s said the words out loud.

  “You can fuck my ass some other time. Pussy first.” I slap the condom down on the bed covers and his long fingers reach out to grab it.

  His eyes heat at my words and my heart dips.

  We’re doing this.

  We’re actually going to do this.

  I’m going to fuck my roomie.

  Deep down I know this will be more than just a fuck. It both scares and exhilarates me.

  He rips open the foil square and rolls the condom on. It barely fits and he smirks when he notices where I’m looking.

  He has every right to be cocky packing a weapon like that. My vagina might break.

  Not going to let that stop me, though.

  His body hovers over mine and his dark hair brushes my forehead as he looks down at me.

  “Ready?”

  My eyes rise to his instead of staring below where his cock rests at my entrance.

  I nod, even though I’m not.

  It’s not that my body isn’t ready, or that I’m having doubts. It’s my heart I’m worried about. I’m not sure I’m ready for how this will change things.

  I guess the fact of the matter is things changed a long time ago.

  He wraps his hand around his cock and I tense when it pushes against my entrance.

  “It’s just me,” he whispers huskily in my ear. “Look at me.” I do. “It’s me and you, Lou.”

  “Me and you.” I mirror his words as he pushes into me, slowly. “Oh my God,” I shudder out a moan as he fills me to the hilt. I can’t even begin to fathom where I end and he begins. As cheesy as it sounds, we’ve become one.

  “Fuck, you feel so good. Better than I imagined.” His words are a raw, guttural sound, entirely manly and sexy all at once.

  “You imagined this?” The words blurt from me in surprise.

  “More times than I want to admit,” he rasps, pumping in and out of me. My body stretches to accommodate his length and girth. “Your fucking shower has witnessed me rub more than one out.”

  I grasp his stubbled cheeks in my hands and kiss him. I’m beyond turned on by the knowledge that he’s fantasized about me. It makes this mean even more than it did before. This isn’t spontaneous. This is something we’ve been heading toward for a while and it finally just … exploded.

  “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  He grasps my left leg, pushing it toward my chest. The new angle sends him deeper inside me and I gasp out a raw, “Yes.”

  My hands slide up the hard planes of his chest, settling at his shoulders as he pumps in and out of me. He’s not using my body as a means to an end, he’s taking his time, and making sure I’m enjoying this.

  His hand moves between our bodies and when it makes contact with my clit, a startled breath puffs out of my lips.

  “Oh my God. Don’t stop,” I bite out, my head tipping back from the pleasure.

  He uses the opportunity to his advantage, sucking on the skin of my exposed neck. Normally, I’m ticklish in that spot, but for once I don’t mind my neck being touched.

  “I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” I keep begging, and with a strangled gasp my orgasm shatters through my body. I swear I lose consciousness for a few seconds.

  He pumps into me a few more times before he reaches his climax. I watch his face in awe as he growls through the shudders wracking his body. He pulls out of me and I lay there, feeling entirely broken in, as he gets rid of the condom in the wastebasket.

  My mattress dips as his body joins mine on the bed.

  I know I should get up and go pee, but I just need another moment to let my world turn right side up again.

  His arm wraps around me, pulling me against him until we’re rolled over on our sides facing each other.

  “That was…” He begins, searching for words.

  Incredible.

  Life-changing.

  Earth shattering.

  “I know.”

  21

  Abel

  An alarm blares and I blindly slam my hand to shut it up, except my hand smacks against solid wood.

  Opening my eyes, I slowly blink into awareness, taking in my surroundings.

  A pink hue cascades over my body and I look up, finding Lou’s neon sign above the bed.

  Turning my head I find her spread out beside me on her stomach, the sheet barely covering her ass. She begins to stir as the alarm penetrates her sleep like it did mine.

  Consciousness hits me fully and I realize it’s not an alarm clock we’re hearing.

  “Shit, Lou, wake up.” Even though she’s nearly there I shake her roughly, jolting the last recesses of sleep from her. “There’s a fire.”

  “Fire!” Her limbs flail and I nearly take a knee to the face as she rolls out of bed and falls on the floor.

  Since we’re still both stark naked, we scramble to yank clothes on and rush outside, where other tenants are gathering. In the distance, I hear the sounds of sirens.

  I don’t see any smoke, so I’m hoping it’s a false alarm.

  I glance down at Lou and see she’s wearing my shirt, my shorts, and a pair of bunny slippers with a robe haphazardly hanging over top of her shoulders.

  It’s only when she looks at me that I realize I’m only wearing my underwear because she’s in my clothes. She snickers as she looks me up and down.

  “Here, take this.” She shrugs off the robe and holds it out to me.

  “It’s not that cold.” I wave the outstretched unicorn robe away.

  She rolls her eyes. “You’re practically naked. Put it on.”

  I grin. “Only because you took my clothes off.”

  She stifles a laugh and shakes the robe. “You’re going to freeze.”

  “So concerned about my health.” I finally take the garment and force my arms into the sleeves. It’s stretched around my muscles and I swear I hear a stitch or two tear.

  “I need you well and whole if you’re going to fuck me like that again.” She smirks up at me, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.

  “Again, huh?” I try to hide my grin behind my hand, but then I do hear stitches in the sleeves rip, so I let my hand drop to my side.

  Lou tilts her head, appraising the building as the sirens grow closer.

  “Maybe Jamie was blowing out a candle and his hair caught on fire from all that hairspray he uses. Y
ou know, a big whoosh.” She gestures with her hands, trying to show an explosion.

  I snort at the visual. “I didn’t think Jamie lived here?”

  “He doesn’t, but sometimes he hooks up with one of the girls who lives upstairs,” she points her out in the crowd, “and she always lights this obnoxious candle that smells up the whole fucking building, I swear. I call it her sex candle.”

  “That so?” I raise a brow. “Do you have a sex candle?”

  She shakes her head. “No, Starbursts are my kind of aphrodisiac.”

  “Does that mean you can get turned on by lemon?”

  “I still can’t believe you switched all my pink Starbursts with yellow ones.”

  “I also threw the pink ones away instead of rewrapping them.”

  The fire truck turns the corner, coming to a screeching halt in front of the building.

  Lou is oblivious to the men in yellow filing into the building, where I now can see smoke slipping from a window upstairs. Her eyes are focused on me, her jaw dropped open.

  “That’s just … no. First and last blowjob for you.”

  I chuckle, pressing a hand to her back and she squeaks as she collides with my body. My growing erection presses into her and her blue eyes jump to mine. “We both know that’s a lie.”

  I’m not sure if her shiver is from my words or the cool air. I know giving her the robe back would be pointless. She’s tenacious.

  I ghost my fingers over her cheek and her eyes drift closed as if she’s remembering exactly how and where I was touching her earlier.

  My vow of celibacy sure as hell didn’t last long. But I wasn’t expecting this girl when I made it.

  “Do you ever feel like you’ve spent your whole life waiting for something and when you finally have it, nothing changes, it just feels impossibly and unexpectedly right?”

  I don’t answer her with words. I kiss her.

  Yeah, Lou. I know exactly what you mean.

  * * *

  It feels like forever before we’re finally let back into the apartment. One of the upstairs apartments left their oven on and … well, thank God for alarms and the fire department. Luckily, the damage is minimal and contained so everyone except that tenant is allowed to return to their homes.

  Lou stomps inside tiredly and collapses onto the couch, tossing an arm dramatically over her eyes.

  “I can’t go on. Is life canceled yet?”

  I hover over her. “Sorry, Blondie, life goes on even when we don’t want it to.”

  She lowers her arms and pouts. “I never want to see cute firemen again unless it’s because I’m at the station playing Bingo.”

  “You really do play Bingo?” I fight to hide my smile, but it’s kind of hard to and she tosses a pillow at me that I let bounce off my chest. I’m pretty sure if I moved my arms to deflect it, her robe would rip to shreds. I shrug out of it and toss it on the chair before I damage it further.

  “Of course I play Bingo. It’s fun. That bitch Blythe is a cheat, though.” She wags a finger at me. “I don’t know how she does it, but she is. I’m going to figure it out one of these days.”

  “I want to go.”

  She looks at me in stunned surprise. “You, Mr. Popular, want to go with me to Bingo? Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever?” She sits up to press the back of her hand to my forehead which she can’t even reach.

  I laugh, sitting my ass down on the coffee table so I don’t have to keep straining my neck to look at her.

  “You make it sound fun.”

  She narrows her eyes. “I’m still never going to a football game.”

  I grab her outstretched hand and playfully nip her fingers. “Never, Blondie? You know what they say about that word?”

  “What?” She blinks at me, her eyes growing heavy with lust.

  I bend and press a kiss to her cheek before I slide my lips to her ear.

  “Never say never.”

  22

  Abel

  “What did he just say?” I lean over, trying to peer at Lou’s Bingo board and what block she stamped but she covers her board with her hands. “It’s not like I can cheat!” I cry in irritation. “We have completely different boards.”

  “Go buddy up with Blythe then. If you don’t hear it, it’s not my fault.”

  I’m beginning to regret my decision to join Lou for Bingo night. She’s right, this isn’t a game, it’s a goddamn sport—a fight to the death based on the way all these old people and Blondie are going at it.

  The older gentleman that calls out letters and numbers does it so quickly I’m convinced he must actually be an auctioneer.

  By the time I give up he’s already called out three more numbers and I stare helplessly at my board.

  “Gotta learn to keep up.” Lou bumps my arm with her elbow, punctuating her joking banter.

  “There is no keeping up. This is insanity.”

  “I’m doing just fine.” She places a dot over whatever has been called this time. How she can have a conversation with me and still listen to this dude is beyond me.

  “That one’s crazy.” Blythe, the lady Lou can’t stand, sits on my other side.

  She’s ninety, been married seven times, and has already grabbed my ass.

  Spitfire, that one. I feel like I’m looking at the future version of Lou—hopefully sans the seven husbands part.

  “She’s crazy,” I agree with Blythe and Lou’s jaw drops, “but I like her.”

  Her open mouth quickly turns into a smile. A small amount of color flushes her cheeks.

  It’s only been a week since we slept together, and it’s happened repeatedly since. We haven’t put a label on what we are, but I know what I want, and it’s her as my girlfriend.

  “I like you, too.”

  “Cheesy fucks, either play the game or find a closet. There’s one that way and to your right. I’ve used it with Henrietta,” Chuck, the old guy sitting across from us speaks up. I start to laugh, but when he glares at me, it turns into a cough.

  “Shut up, Chuck.” Lou sticks her tongue out at him and he laughs.

  Her camaraderie with these people is endearing. It’s obvious she’s been coming here for a while and gotten to know these people. When we first arrived she walked around greeting people, asking about their families, all the while introducing me as her roommate.

  That part grated on my nerves, because I want to be her boyfriend. I haven’t had a serious girlfriend, but it feels right for us. For now, I’m not saying anything since I’m trying to feel her out and see if that’s what she wants. It’s possible this is a casual hookup for her and I don’t want to be the pathetic idiot begging for more.

  Across the room someone calls out, “Bingo,” loudly and Lou groans beside me.

  “Can’t say I cheated this time, girly.” Blythe leans around me, wagging her finger at Lou.

  “Suck my dick, Betty Boop.”

  Instead of looking offended Blythe starts laughing. “Keep a tight hold on that one, I tell ya. Don’t let her get away.”

  I look over at Lou and find her smacking out some orange Tic-Tacs into her hand and popping them into her mouth.

  “I won’t.”

  * * *

  After Bingo I drive the two of us home, but as I kill the engine I know I’m not ready for the night to end.

  “Walk with me?”

  Her brows furrow in confusion. “Where? Why?”

  “It’s a beautiful night.” The sun has completely gone down, but the stars are bright, not hidden by clouds. In the downtown area the trees are wrapped with twinkling lights and the old streetlights glow with an orange hue.

  Where I grew up, it didn’t look like this—like some idyllic small town you’d only find in the movies.

  “Okay.” She nods and hops out, her feet smacking against the ground. “Are you coming?”

  I shake my head, realizing I stare at her like an idiot way too much.

  I’ve never been like this before, and I’m only beg
inning to realize what it means.

  I climb out of my truck and lock it, joining her on the passenger side.

  “This was your idea. I’ll follow you.”

  I reach for her hand, entwining our fingers together. Her eyes widen in surprise as she looks from our joined hands to me.

  “Is this okay?”

  She nods, her lips parted, and I think for once Lou doesn’t know what to say.

  I like knowing I’ve rendered her speechless. She’s always got a quip for almost anything.

  We walk side by side down the street and the rightness of this, of her, settles inside me.

  My mom told me before she died that I’d know when I found the one and she was right, because I feel it deep in my gut. This girl, she’s it for me. That elusive one you spend your whole life searching for, questioning whether it exists at all. I knew she was different the first time I talked to her and she spoke of fate. I understand what she meant now. Fate is everywhere, in everything, and it was guiding us to each other the entire time.

  “Want to get some ice cream?” I point across the way to Red Fox Creamery.

  She lets out a small laugh, spinning in front of me but not letting go of my hand. “Are my habits rubbing off on you? Developing a taste for sweets?” She pokes my hard stomach.

  I have a taste for her, but I know that isn’t what she means.

  “Sweets are always a good idea. It doesn’t mean some chicken and greens aren’t a good idea too.”

  She pouts. “If only I could eat all the pizza, ice cream, donuts, and crepes without gaining an ounce. That’d be perfect.”

  I grab her hips and tug her against me. Her palms land flat against my chest and she has to tilt her head back to look at me.

  “You’re perfect, exactly as you are.” She shivers when I glide my fingers over the soft curve of her cheek. It’s ridiculous the amount of satisfaction I get from touching her.

  Lowering my head her eyes widen.

  “The people—”

  “Fuck them.”

  I don’t care who sees me kiss this beautiful girl. She deserves to be kissed right now and the people strolling by can enjoy the show.

 

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