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“Why? You worried I’ll drop you?”
“I—I’m not light,” she replies.
“To me you are.”
Using my foot, I open the door and pull her inside. Then we’re down on the couch and I’m all over her again. We kiss like a couple of teenagers, and it’s then that I realize I don’t even know how old she is. Breaking our embrace, I sit up and look down at her.
“What?” she asks.
“You…you’re legal, right?”
Merrell bursts out laughing and nods her head.
“I’m eighteen, big guy. Were you worried?”
“No, not really,” I reply. “I just didn’t know.”
“Come on, do I look fifteen?”
“Not with tits like that,” I reply, giving them both a squeeze.
“How old are you?” she asks. “You’re not like…retirement age, are you?”
“Fuck you.” I grin.
“Did that.”
God, she’s fucking awesome. “Twenty-eight,” I tell her. She doesn’t even flinch. In fact, she seems to like it.
“I should call my parents,” she says, reaching for her purse which she’s set on the coffee table. “Tell them I’m spending the night at Ryan’s.”
“Oooh, you bad girl,” I chuckle. She picks up her phone and presses her mom’s contact. “Don’t wanna tell her you’re spending the night with a MMA fighter who just took your virginity!?”
“Shhh!” she hisses, slapping me on the arm. Smiling, I get up and head to my room to find some dry clothes. I can hear her talking to her mom while I dry off and slide into a pair of shorts and a tank top, and when I come back into the living room, she’s hanging up.
“Okay?”
“She bought it,” she replies. “We’ll have to figure out some other way of explaining this to her from now on.”
“From now on?” I ask, perking up as I slide onto the couch beside her. “So this is gonna be a regular thing, huh?”
Damn right it is. But I want to hear it from her. She lowers her head slightly and a vulnerable look comes over her face.
“I mean…if you want it to.”
“Of course I want it to,” I tell her. “I just came inside you, Merrell. You think I want this to be a short-term thing? No, you’re mine now.”
I pull her close and kiss her, closing my eyes as I bask in the warmth and softness of her body. She belongs in my bed every single night and every single morning when I wake up. When I pull back and look at her, I don’t just see a sexy girl, though. I see something else; I see my future, and it’s a whole lot different than I thought it was.
“So no clothes for me?” she asks.
“Nope,” I reply simply. “I like you like this.”
She gives me a little smile with a little frown thrown in; she likes it.
“Fine. Tell me something about yourself,” she says.
“Like what?”
