Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“To fuck you. To be inside you in every way. That’s what I want. You understand?”

Her eyes lit with desire.

And I lost it. I fucking exploded with more passion than I knew my cock could handle. I pumped so hard inside her, filling her mouth and throat.

“Shit.” I breathed. My body was hit with sudden calm and peace. Part of it was the blow job. Part of it, was I had finally gotten what I wanted—Sierra.

I eased my cock from her lips. She wiped the corners of her mouth and smiled. “I always loved doing that to you.”

“That makes two of us.” I fell back on the bed in a wasted heap. I pointed to the floor. “Breakfast is over there. I’m just going to die right here for a minute. Ok?”

She giggled. “Ok.”

She climbed over me and on to the floor. She looked inside the bags.

“Mmm. I love the ham and chicken biscuits. And you got grits.”

“Yeah. You still like all that, right?” I couldn’t move. I was sated in ways a man shouldn’t be. I couldn’t move a fucking muscle.

I heard the wrapper crackle. “All of it.”

“So are you going to call work today or tomorrow and give your notice?” I asked.

There was silence.

“What?”

I leaned up on my elbows. “The job. You’re coming with me to Florida. You have to tell your boss.”

“Blake, I-I can’t just quit like that.”

“Just now, you agreed.”

“We were in the middle of—well—you know.”

“You can’t even say it. My cock was balls deep in your mouth, Sierra. You said you agreed to it.”

Her eyes widened. “Hey, you don’t have to be an ass about it.”

“I just told you I wanted you. I want you to come home with me. I want more than two days. Isn’t that what we were discussing? Two days isn’t enough. Isn’t that what you needed to hear from me?”

“We haven’t even started discussing it.” She placed the biscuit down. “I love my career. What about my apartment? My friends? The life I’ve had in Dallas for eight years? And I’m supposed to drop that and follow you to Florida?” Her eyes pierced the air. “And you’re ready to give up the life you had? Seriously? No more women. All the trips. The parties. That’s just done?”

“You’re getting caught up in fucking details.”

“Details matter, Blake.” She glared. “Summer romance is one thing. A relationship is something else.”

“We had a relationship.” I gritted my teeth.

“Is it always going to go back to that? Maybe you think you can forgive me, but really you’re always going to be mad about what I did.”

“I’m not.” But I could feel the anger in my veins. I clutched my fists. “An hour ago we were fucking like there were fireworks going off in this room. Now we’re arguing?”

“I guess so.” Her voice was quiet.

“Damn it.”

“What now?”