4th & Girl

A feeling that maybe slightly resembled the one I’d been carrying around since we parted ways three nights ago.

I worked my way down her body slowly, inch by inch, until I reached the button of her pants, and I didn’t stop there. With a quick flick, I undid the button and slid them down her legs, taking the panties with them as I went.

She moaned as the cold air hit her hot, wet clit, and I licked my lips at the sight of her glistening.

“Don’t worry, Gem,” I said with a wink as I looked up between her legs. “I’ll handle this performance all on my own.”

She laughed at my audacity, but I didn’t.

I got a taste of just the medicine I needed.

And God, did she taste good.

Fuck yes, all is right with the world again.

This beautiful woman, she was everything I wanted and more. So much so that going three days feeling like things had ended between us was not something I ever planned on repeating again.

She was my girl. My bombshell mystery package that only I had the pleasure of unwrapping.

Mine to kiss. Mine to hold. Mine to taste.

I sucked and ate at her wet pussy, and when I felt her orgasm vibrate against my tongue, I grinned like a greedy fucking bastard. When it came to Gem, all I could think was mine, mine, mine.

“Fuck,” she whispered once the fog of her orgasm cleared from her mind. “I’m pretty sure I’ve never come that quick in my life. I feel like I just got hit by an actual orgasm train.”

I smirked, made her squeal with one final, gentle lick to her clit, and slid her panties and pants back into place.

She didn’t know this yet, but that wouldn’t be the only time the supposed orgasm train made a stop at her house this evening.

“Ready, Gem?” I asked, and she tilted her head to the side.

“For what?”

“To go home.”

“My place or your place?” she asked and I grinned.

“I’d prefer not to have an audience tonight.”

“Your place it is,” she agreed on a giggle, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and led her out of the service closet and into the main hallway.

When she grinned up at me with those pretty blue eyes of hers, my heart swelled.

And right then, right there, I decided.

I wasn’t going to let her go.

My phone buzzed inside my pocket, and I set down the package in my hands to check my messages.

Leo: What are you doing, baby?

I quickly typed out a response that made me grin.

Me: Packing up all of your Nonna’s dildos… Taking pictures of her thongs… You know, the usual weekday responsibilities.

Leo: Christ, you’re never going to let me forget that disturbing reality, are you?

Me: Not likely. ;) What are you doing?

Leo: Thinking about you.

He was sweet, really, he was, but he was also a dirty little liar.

Me: That’s real nice, Leonard. But considering I know you’re in the middle of practice right now, I’m calling bullshit.

Leo: Fine. I’m thinking about you AND practice. But mostly, thinking about you.

Me: What exactly are you thinking about when you’re thinking about me?

His response came not even a minute later.

Leo: Your eyes. Your lips. Your angelic voice. Your pretty little smile. Every-fucking-thing that is Gemma Holden.

He was charming, I’d give him that much.

And his words, well, they made me blush to my damn toes.

Leo: And, if I’m being really honest, I was just recalling the exact moment I decided I was Gemma’s number one fan.

Me: Sounds like quite the moment…

Leo: Ironically, it was inside a supply closet, of all places.

Making up for the disastrous misunderstanding we’d had over the gig at Monarchy had been one of the highlights in my spank bank reel ever since. If for nothing else, I figured the fantasies associated with that day had made the fight worth it.

That fight, our first official fight, had been over two months ago, and thankfully, Leo and I had been back in business ever since.

Constant flirtatious banter through texts and phone calls and FaceTime.

Date nights whenever we could fit them in.

Frequent sleepovers.

Lots and lots of fan-fucking-tastic sex.

Yeah. Life was officially good.

And with everything smooth between us, we’d turned our focus back toward outside enemies.

For him, it was a flawless football season and the chance at the championship game—something every team was desperate to dismantle every time they had a game—and for me, it was peddling dildos with Alma.

Well, not that Alma was my enemy, but she sure as shit had the power to be a thorn in my side when she was feeling extra bossy.

It was safe to say my temporary three-month gig at Alma’s Secrets had been extended for an un-set amount of time.

Personally, I thought it was because she liked the company and the fact that I carried most of the workload.