“You have a sister?” I blurted.
In all the time that we’d spent together, a sister had never been mentioned.
“Yes,” he answered. “Glory. I know I’ve mentioned her.”
I burst out laughing then.
“You have a tattoo on your arm of a flag.” I pressed my hands to my face. “I swear to God. I thought when you were talking about Glory, I thought you were talking about your flag. Like in the third person.”
He rolled until I was once again on top of him, then pulled me down so that my lips were accessible for his kiss.
“She’s in the military. Deployed right now as a matter of fact.” He paused. “Now, why do you have such rough periods?”
The fact that he so obviously cared about why I had such rough periods was really touching. I didn’t know a man alive that cared.
“I have what you call cervical stenosis. Which, pretty much, is just my cervix opening being too small to allow for adequate blood flow during my period,” I said. “Not dangerous…just annoying.”
His hands squeezed my hips.
“Good.” He paused. “The thought of you in pain literally rips my guts apart.”
And that, right there, was the reason I was falling in love with the man.
He obviously cared. Even if what he cared about was not something a man would usually care about.
I leaned forward and rested my head on his chest.
“I don’t want to go back to my room,” I mumbled sleepily.
Now that I was sexually sated, the day had started to catch up to me.
And tomorrow would be coming in just a few short hours.
Tomorrow that included a lake day trip with his family and a lot of his dad’s buddies.
“Then stay,” he insisted.
I didn’t try to argue.
I didn’t want to argue.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Arguing was a fun past time to me.
Justice was obviously a Royal tamer.
I smiled against his skin.
“What are you laughing about?” he asked, letting his large palm smooth up and down the length of my back.
“In my head, I just called you the Royal tamer,” I mumbled. “Because I don’t want to argue with you out of general principle. You’ve broken me.”
He chuckled softly, and I sank even deeper into him when his laughter shook me as well as him.
“Go to sleep, Royal. There’ll be enough time to argue tomorrow,” he teased.
He was right.
There would be.
I fell asleep on top of him, happy and sated.
And didn’t wake up until the next morning when his mother walked in on us in the exact same position as we fell asleep in.Chapter 16
Naked is good. Unless it’s in front of your mother while your girl is on top of you.
-Food for Thought
Justice
My eyes blinked open a second before the door was thrown open.
“I can’t find Royal!” my mother cried.
Royal, who was still asleep with her head pressed against my chest, didn’t even flinch at my mother’s intrusion.
“She’s right here,” I said, thankful that we’d both gotten at least semi-dressed after our shower.
“Oh,” Mom said. “Good. I got a little worried when her door was open, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. That storm last night was crazy…I got a little scared there for a minute.”
I yawned. “I’ll be out in a minute, Mom.”
My mother’s eyes lit as she studied me and Royal lying in the bed.
Thankfully, the sheets covered what our clothes did not, and there really wasn’t much to see.
Also thankfully, the way Royal was laying, her leg rested against my very hard, very ready to do her again, cock. Keeping it from tenting up the sheet like I was sixteen or something.
“Okay.” She smiled. “Breakfast will be ready in half an hour.”
With that, she left, closing the door softly behind her.
I let my head once again fall back on the pillow, then contemplated the merit of lifting Royal’s leg and sliding her panties to the side as I slipped my cock into the tight recesses of her pussy.
In fact, the idea sounded so good that I didn’t question the thought.
Instead, I did exactly as I wanted.
Pulling her leg so that she was once again over the top of me, she moaned and repositioned herself until she was exactly where I needed her to be.
I slowly rubbed my hand up and down the length of her panty-clad sex, wondering if I could take her while she was still asleep.
“This is the best dream ever,” Royal said against my pec.
Her mouth was so close to my nipple that if she poked her tongue out just a little bit, she’d be able to lick it.
“Not a dream,” I said as I pressed one finger under the elastic band of her panties and pushed it to the side.
She moaned and sat up, her eyes still sleepy and sleep lines on her adorable face.
She bit her lip and squirmed.
She was so adorably cute that I forgot what I was doing momentarily.