For Us (The Girl I Loved Duet 2)

Now that Amber and I are together, I don’t want to be separate. Every second that she’s not with me feels like I’m burning. It could be because I’m a little drunk. Possibly that. I’m a little drunk on her and the sex that we just had and the sex that we’re about to have. It was amazing and it didn’t even scratch the surface.

I let my head fall back against the seat, reliving every moment of that. I’m hard again just thinking about it. And thinking about what we might do now. Every fantasy I’ve had about Amber spirals out in my head, and I want to tell her every single one and see how she feels about them. And I want her to tell me her fantasies too, so I can drive her wild.

We need to be more careful. Having sex in the bathroom probably wasn’t the smartest move since we’re trying to keep this secret, but I can’t bring myself to care enough to be worried. But from now on, I promise to be more careful. Houses only. Or maybe my trailer.

Yes. My trailer. The thought of fucking Amber in my trailer with the whole crew right outside directs the remaining blood in my body to my cock and I have to grit my teeth to keep from groaning. I glance outside, almost there. Almost there.

My phone screen lights up, and Amber’s texted that she’s there. Inside. Waiting. Seconds later there’s a picture of her dress on the floor of my entryway, and I have to pick my jaw up off the floor of the car.

Almost there.

She sends a winking face back.

I start the transaction to pay the driver as we’re pulling into my driveway, so I can leave the car faster. “Thanks,” I call to him as I slam the door, taking the steps to my house three at a time. I only pause for a second to make sure the driver actually drives away before entering my code and going inside. And there on the floor is Amber’s dress. A little farther into the hall are both of her shoes, and just peeking out from around the corner, her thong is on the floor.

Fuck.

I kick off my shoes and undress on my way to the bedroom, my hand already stroking my cock as I walk in to find her naked and waiting. She’s facing away from me, glancing over her shoulder at me, wiggling her ass.

“You’re evil,” I say with a grin.

“I couldn’t have you forgetting me on the way home.”

Striding over to the bed, I grab her foot and pull her to me, and her giggle lights me up inside. “I could never forget you, Amber.”

I’m over her now, and I see her face sober for a moment. “I could never forget you either.”

I kiss her, and I hope that that sexy purple lipstick gets everywhere on me. It’s still on my cock, and I like it. I can practically still feel her tongue on me. Now that we’re here, things have to slow down. I still have that urgency to fall fast and hard into each other, but I can resist it. Take my time. “I have one problem,” I say.

“What’s that?”

“I have so many things that I want to do to you, that I can’t decide.”

She squirms underneath me, and for a few seconds I can’t even think. “I can think of a few things that would solve that problem,” she says, reaching down to touch me. Her fingers bring my focus straight downwards, and just the barest brush of them feels amazing.

“Tell me what you want,” I say.

“You.” It’s an automatic answer, too fast to not be true.

“More than that,” I say. “Give me a fantasy.”

Amber freezes, blushes. “I don’t have any.”

I lean down to kiss her neck. “I don’t believe you.”

“Really,” she says, “I don’t.”

Pulling back, I left myself fall onto the bed beside her. “Are you embarrassed?” I ask, tugging on her hip so she turns on her side towards me and we’re pressed up against one another.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink. “Because fantasies are fantasy. They’re not real. They’re just there to get you off, not to act out.”

“Whoever told you that is a goddamn liar,” I say, taking her mouth in a kiss, and I don’t stop until she’s breathless and her eyes stay closed when I pull back. “I told you that I wanted your lipstick on me and you made it happen. Isn’t that a fantasy?”

“I guess so.”

“Just tell me one,” I say. “Not all of them. Just one. For now.”

And later I might ask why it’s so hard for her in the first place, but right now I’m watching her watch me, see the way she wets her lips with her tongue and the way she leans closer. “It’s going to sound weird,” she says.