“I’d really like that.” My hands slide down from Tanner’s shoulders to his chest, and it takes everything in me to not to take advantage of how he feels.
“It’s settled, then. Drive safe.” Tanner moves me to the side, one hand staying on my hip, while the other opens the door I unlocked when we walked up on it. Of course, it’s one of the only cars in the parking lot light besides a few others. At least I was smart enough to park under a streetlight this time. Most of the time, I pay zero attention. Today, I knew I’d need to stay behind and make sure Taylor’s parents were okay before dipping out myself, which now I’m even more glad that I didn’t.
“You too. You have a longer way to go. Are you sure you won’t fall asleep?” I ask.
“I’ll be good. You’re the one who should be worried about falling asleep, sleepyhead.” I noticed Tanner quit drinking before I did, though to be fair, I never finished that last glass of champagne, and had I drunk that, I’d either walk home or call for a car.
“Three streets away. I can stay up long enough for that. Once I get home, there’s no promises. Text me when you make it to your place?” It must be getting close to one o’clock in the morning, and I know he’s been just as busy as I have been today.
“Will do. Now get your gorgeous self in the car.” Tanner squeezes my hip, and then I move. Once I’m in the driver’s seat, he closes the door, watching as I start the car, and even when I’m about to back out of my parking spot, Tanner doesn’t leave his spot and watches me drive away. I so have some ass to kiss the second Taylor is back in town, and a whole lot to catch up on, too.
CHAPTER EIGHT
tanner
“Son of a bitch.” My hand is doing a piss-poor job to take the edge off the fevered blood running through me. I figured by the time I got home and took Tim out—his name is courtesy of my only nephew, Jace, who was a toddler when I brought my dog home, nameless, and of course, Jace was in a Minion/Despicable Me phase, took one look at the small puppy, and named him Tim—it would have calmed down. Hell, I even threw the ball around until we were both worn out. That all changed the second I started the shower. My thoughts went right back to Marlie, her kiss on my lips, the taste of champagne mixed with her own uniqueness. How she had no problem giving as good as she got, soft purrs, sweet moans, a banging-ass body. It’s the reason I’m fisting my cock, forearm holding me up against the tile in the shower, water pouring down, sluicing over my body.
“Marlie,” I groan out loud, my balls drawing up tight as I imagine her lying in my bed, her hourglass figure completely fucking naked, breasts that would overfill my hands, skin that I know would blossom with redness with every heightened sensation I gave her. The way I’d tease her body, my length sliding through her sweet syrup that I can’t wait to get a taste of. Damn, this shit is going to happen, and soon.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant at the thought of being inside Marlie, her tits bouncing, hips arching up to meet mine as I paint her skin with my cum taking over. My head meets my forearm propping myself up as I glide my hand up and down, creating the friction I need along with the momentum, all while the fantasy plays out in my mind on an endless cycle. It takes me a few minutes to recover. Meanwhile, the once raging hot water is turning lukewarm, and it’s a damn good thing because after that, my body is still overheating with desire.
I turn the water to ice cold, letting it cool me down. Unfortunately, it’s doing jack shit for my cock that has a mind of its own.
“Down, boy,” I tell myself. After a few minutes of standing under the cold water, I turn it off, grab a towel, and go through the motions of drying off, brushing my teeth, and getting my ass into bed.
“Come on, Tim time to get some shuteye.” Not sure who I’m talking to seeing how he’s already at the foot of the bed, curled into a tiny ball for his size, and sleeping on his blanket. Did I mention my nephew spoils my dog fucking rotten? Every time the family comes over, Tim is getting a new toy, new treat, and dog bed that he sniffs his nose at any time I attempt to get him to sleep in it instead of lording over my bed, and in bed with me is where he always seems to be.