He finished, his face and chest flushed, and then he started to move again.
Hard as steel.
I never had any doubt that he would rise to the occasion.
Now he gave it to me good and hard, drilling me into the bed, giving me that perfect D the way I liked.
My nails scratched down his back, and I writhed as I took it, took it in the perfect spot, the perfect everything. I followed him not long afterward, my head rolling back on the pillow, my body squeezing him like I’d never let him go. “Atlas…” Swept away by the heat, I dropped my guard and let him in deeper, clung to him because I never wanted to let him go.
He released again, like my climax was better than porn. “Baby…”
He lay beside me in bed, his face close to mine, my leg hiked over his hip. “Not gonna see you all weekend. That’s going to be tough.”
“It’s going to be really tough knowing I’m giving out lap dances to all these other guys.”
He wore a slight smile, his eyes shining with amusement. “Lucky bastards.”
“They aren’t that lucky…because they’re about to be broke.”
“Attagirl.” He gave my ass a playful smack.
Was this real? Did I really find the perfect man? Did I find a man so secure that he could handle my jokes? Did I find a man who could be real with me and never play games? Did I find a man who could handle me in all my glory?
“You better make your opponents broke too.”
“That’s the plan.”
“I’ll be watching.”
“Yeah?”
“On the couch—with my dick in my hand.”
I smacked him in the arm playfully. “You will not.”
“I don’t know…it’s pretty hot watching you play. And I’ll definitely miss you, so…”
“How about I give you a call afterward so I can watch.”
His eyes filled with surprise that was quickly followed by that intensity he’d shown just a few minutes ago. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I pressed my lips tightly together to try to suppress my smile, but it was no use.
“And you’ve got to have your winnings there. Ooh, that really gets me going.” His hand moved into my hair and pushed it away from my face, his eyes taking me in like he’d never look at another woman now that he’d met me.
“Alright.”
His hand played with my hair for a moment before it trailed along my back, over my spine, and down to my ass again. “I would sleep over, but I’ve got an early day tomorrow.”
“I do too.”
“When do you leave?”
“Friday at lunchtime.”
“Can I take you to the airport?”
“I can get a cab.”
“Then how will I get my kiss goodbye?”
He continued to make me melt more and more. It’d only been a month since the Fourth of July, and it felt like an eight-month relationship still in the honeymoon phase. My heart was hard to soften, especially after Mason, but Atlas turned it into hot butter. “Alright. You can take me.”
He gave me a kiss before he got out of bed, his tight ass in my view. He grabbed his clothes from the floor before he started to get dressed.
I moved to the edge of the bed then stuck out of my ass, arching my lower back, looking over my shoulder.
He stilled when he watched what I did.
He stared at my ass on display. The look lasted for several seconds before he yanked his shirt back over his head and dropped the jeans he’d just pulled on. His hand gripped the back of my neck and kept me in place before he shoved himself inside me. “Not gonna say no to that ass.”
“Dad, what the hell?” I shut the door behind me and saw him sitting on the couch in the living room. He was shirtless in his sweatpants, watching the game while my mom sat beside him, using her laptop.
His eyes remained fixed on me for several seconds as he tried to deduce the problem on his own. When he couldn’t, he asked, “What is it, sweetheart?” He rose to his feet, ripped like he was thirty instead of sixty.
“I know you don’t understand how these things work, but when I tell you something private, don’t blab it to the person I said it about.”
He still wore a blank look.
“You told Atlas everything I said—stuff I said in private.”
His arms crossed over his chest, and he cupped his chin with his fingertips as he considered how to handle the situation. “You said you liked him, which I’m sure he already knew.”
“But you told him I really liked him, along with everything else I said.”
“Again, I didn’t see the harm. Why wouldn’t you want him to know that you like him and admire his qualities?”
I threw down my arms and looked at Mom. “A little help here?”
She shut her laptop and joined us. “Babe.” She placed her hand on his arm. “This is a new relationship, and she’s trying to take it slow, play it cool. How would you feel if you’d just started dating someone and heard from their mom how into you they were?”