Ask Me If I Care (SWAT Generation 2.0 4)

“It sounds like I would love to meet him,” she said softly.

I hooked her around the waist and pulled her into my lap as I sat down on the bed, moving so she could see my screen so she could help me order.

Eventually we finished up with two large pizzas and a dessert, as well as a bottle of Dr. Pepper.

“This is amazing.” She sighed as she leaned into me. “The idea of not having to go anywhere, I mean. I hate going and picking food up.”

I chuckled against her skin.

“You can stay in my t-shirt all night long,” I said. “Wear it to school tomorrow for all I care.”

She snorted and turned in my arms, straddling my lap.

My dick started to get ideas as to how it wanted to spend time, causing her to laugh when she felt it against her bare pussy.

I laughed and shrugged. “It likes you. What can I say?”

She grinned wickedly.

“What time is it? I need to get to bed.” she mumbled.

“About half past eight,” I said.

Her eyes went hot.

“Enough time, I think,” she murmured, pushing me back onto the bed in the next moment.

I went willingly, bouncing lightly on my back as I stared at her expectantly.

My dick was a hard mast in front of us, standing straight up and more than ready to go.

Which she captured with those delicate fucking fingers all over again as she scooted even closer to it, my cock now parting her pussy lips obscenely.

It was the single hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Now, sit back and relax,” she ordered.

But there was no relaxing until fifteen minutes later when my cock was once again sated, and we were in the shower.

“Two birds with one stone,” she said. “I want to take a shower with you, and I need to wash my hair. Plus, it means I can stay here a little bit longer tonight instead of having to rush home to wash it.”

I massaged my shampoo into her hair, wondering what she used to make hers smell so good.

“I like the smell of this shampoo,” she said, mirroring my thoughts.

“It’s three-in-one Dove,” I said. “It takes half the time to wash my hair, and I can use it as body wash, too.”

She grinned up at me, pushing her hair away from her face. “Sounds like it saves you a whole two, maybe three minutes tops.”

I pinched her ass, causing her to laugh.

Sadly, the shower had to move fast after that.

I left her in there, with my razor, so she could shave her legs. And I was seriously not upset by the notion, either. It wasn’t often that I needed my razor anymore since I saw a barber to get my hair and beard trimmed. So the idea of her using my things as if they were hers gave me a sense of accomplishment.

After slipping on sweatpants—sans underwear—I headed to the living room and waited for both the pizza and Ares to arrive. While I waited for them both to arrive, I fed Trigger, refilled the water bowl, and scratched his head.

Queuing up a movie—a scary one that I’d seen was just introduced to Netflix—I went in search of plates, cups and napkins.

Just as Ares stepped out of the bathroom, I was answering the door to a pimply-faced teen that automatically looked over my shoulder at Ares.

“Umm.” The kid’s voice broke halfway through the word. “Hi, Ms. Downy.”

Ares’ face flushed as she moved to stand behind the couch so that her legs were completely covered.

There wasn’t really much to show, honestly, but the fact that she was standing there in my shirt didn’t go unnoticed by the kid.

“That’ll be thirty-two fifty,” he said.

My brows rose. “I paid in the app. And tipped.”

The kid shook his head as if he was trying to clear it. “Oh, yeah. That’s right.”

My lips curved up into a small smile.

“Don’t give her shit at school. Or I’ll hear,” I ordered.

The kid’s face blanched as he took in my tattoos, my forearms that were as big as his thighs, and the mean mug I was aiming his way.

“No, sir,” he immediately replied. “I would never.”

I winked. “Good. ‘Night, kid. Thank you.”

I took all the pizza and Ares’ Dr. Pepper, slamming the door closed behind me.

Ares’ face was still as red as a cherry.

“It’ll be okay,” I promised. “He’s not going to say a word.”

She smiled at me, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I highly doubt that, but okay,” she murmured softly.

I placed the pizzas down on the coffee table, then reached over the couch and pulled her over it, tumbling her into my arms.

She came willingly, falling into me as if she trusted me implicitly not to hurt her.

And I never would. Not intentionally anyway.

“He’s not going to say a word because I threatened him with bodily harm,” I told her. “And if he does say anything, just know that I’ll go up there and make his life a living hell.”