What If

He roars and growls and swears and I cum right along with him.

How did I not even ask about protection? The thought comes and leaves just as quickly, as I feel his hot cream filling me and dripping out and down the insides of my thighs.

He slams every thick inch into me and holds himself deep, and my last thought is, “Oh my god, what if…”

So many ‘what if’s’…

Torin finishes up by kissing me for nearly a half hour. My lips, eyes, forehead, neck, boobs…he even goes down on me, bringing me to orgasm two more times before I tap out and he relents.

We talk and laugh and talk some more and I don’t think I’ve shared as much about myself with anyone but Heather in my life.

I’m oddly at ease hours later as we gather our clothes and dress.

“I need to get home. I have a deadline.”

“Deadline?” he asks as he tugs his jeans on, and I watch in amazement as he works the length of his cock behind the zipper.

“I’m a writer. Fiction. I have a book I’m finishing. Has to be to the editor tomorrow, so I need to finish it tonight. Deadlines can motivate.”

His eyes seem to light up at that, and I think about the book he was reading downstairs when I arrived. It feels like a lifetime ago now, like we’ve been here together for an age.

“I like that. A writer.” He smiles as I pull my jacket on and smooth down my skirt. “Can’t have you missing a deadline. I’ll get you home. But I’m going to see you for breakfast tomorrow. I want to see you, but I also want to be sure you got your work done.”

We finish dressing and Torin holds my hand as we return to the bar, then out the back door to his truck. He holds the door open for me and buckles me in, pressing a kiss on the side of my head before closing the door. We make easy chat on the drive to my place. There’re hard edges to him, I sense it, but there’s also a softness that makes me feel at ease.

He pulls his truck to a stop outside my apartment.

“Stay there.” Another order, and I sit with my purse in my lap as he jumps out and moves quickly around the front of the car to my side to open my door.

As I step out, he offers me a hand, then walks me to the door, placing a slow, wonderful kiss on my lips.

“I’ll be right here in the morning. Nine am good for you?”

“I work at the bakery tomorrow. I’ll have to leave here at eight.” He squints and I clarify. “A part-time job. I like to stay busy and as a writer the world can get pretty small.”

One more kiss, then he runs a hand down my hair, then cups my chin. “I’ll be here at eight, and I’ll bring breakfast my beautiful Blossom.”

Chapter 6

Torin

I stare down at my phone, waiting.

I hate fucking texting.

Until last night.

After I’d dropped Jessie at her place and took her number, I knew I couldn’t wait until the morning to talk to her. So, after I drove home, I texted her to be sure she was settled in and doing her work.

For the next five hours, I’d set little goals for her, like after a solid hour of writing, text me and we’ll chat for a few minutes before she kept pushing forward.

The best part? It seemed like it motivated her. As though somehow pushing through a goal to have the reward of communicating with me made her settle down and work, and that had me over the fucking moon.

I want her success. I want every good fortune this world has to offer to come to her. And I want to be there with her. Cheering her on and enjoying her achievements as well as her struggles. I want her to need me. I want to be one of the reasons her life is better.

I won’t tell her that while I waited for her to text me that she’d done this or that as we’d discussed, I’d jerked off thinking of her.

Her scent was still on me, and my dick has been hard since she walked into the bar yesterday.

The funny thing is, even with the physical release, there’s no relief. There’s this constant nagging want for her that even four sessions with my hand can’t seem to shake.

Now, it’s seven thirty in the morning, and I’m sleepless and still texting her as I head out the door toward her place.

Me: You up, baby? I can’t stop thinking about you.

Jessie: Yep. Out of the shower and getting dressed.

Me: Wish I was there to help you.

Jessie: :) I can’t believe I’m not tired. And thank you for helping me get my work done.