She winks at me. “You have been paying him back, sugar baby.”
“I am not…” I laugh. “Okay maybe I am, but once I pay him back, I won’t be.”
She nods. “Whatever you decide let me know, but if I were you…” She snaps her fingers. “I’d stay put and get it, gurl.” I smile and she goes serious. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Fine,” I fib and put on my best happy face. “Just bummed about Thanksgiving.”
She eyes me for a moment and I try not to fidget. “You sure this doesn’t happen to have anything to do with a football player and you falling for him?”
“I am not falling for Christian,” I say as much to myself as to Kaitlyn. “We’re very different people and neither of us is looking for any sort of a relationship.”
“Sometimes things change, girlfriend,” she says, hiking her backpack up and leaving me with that very real thought.
I sit there for a moment, that uneasy feeling in my stomach mushrooming, and when the library starts to empty, I pack my books and head back to Wolf House. I go in around the back, habit now, even though I don’t have the boot on any longer, and thanks to the key Christian gave me, I let myself in. I make my way to Christian’s room, moving through the quiet house. Many of the guys have already left for the long weekend.
In Christian’s room, I glance around, and my heart is heavy as I look at my things all scattered about. I should just pack up and go, and forget about dinner tonight, before I get in any deeper with this guy, if that’s even possible. But seriously, there’s no sense in prolonging the inevitable. I grab my bag and start stuffing my things into it, when the door creaks open behind me. My heart jumps as I turn. Warm and wonderful sensations move through my body when I find Christian standing there smiling at me.
“Hey sweetness. Getting ready to go home?” he asks, his gaze going to my bag.
I take a breath. “Actually, no.” I plop down onto the bed. “Mom has to work all weekend, so we postponed turkey until Christmas.”
His face falls and he crosses the room, pulls me to my feet and puts his arms around me for a big bear hug, catching me by surprise. “I’m so sorry, Maize…I know how much you’ve been looking forward to it.”
“Yeah, it’s okay. I’m still limping a bit and this saves me from explaining what’s really been going on in my life.”
He inches back, and puts his hands on my shoulders. “Why are you packing, then?”
I shrug. “I figured since my ankle was better now, and the roof is fixed at my place.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” His voice is so deep, so hard, and so adamant, my body stiffens.
"What are you talking about?”
He grins, a playful little gleam in his eyes. “You owe me.”
I nod. “I know. I plan to pay you back every cent. I told you that.”
“No, you owe me. I was cutting you some slack because you were in a boot, but now sweetness, you’re mine, bought and paid for. I own you and it’s time you started serving me the proper way.”
I grin, the pulse at the base of my throat picking up pace at the teasing, yet hungry look in his eyes. “Oh, is that right?”
“That’s exactly right,” he says and grips the hem of my T-shirt. “I’ve been patient, but now that you’re not going anywhere this weekend, I think I might just tie you to that bed, and do dirty things to you.” He walks around me, his breath hot on my neck as he moves my hair from my shoulders and presses hot, open mouth kisses to my tingling flesh. “Now that your leg is better…” he says, grabbing my hips and moving my body. “You’re going to be a good little servant, and do everything I tell you to do.”
“What…what do you want me to do?” I ask, my voice hoarse and low, full of arousal.
“I think I’m going to need you to take these pants to your knees. I don’t want them all the way off though. Just enough to show me your hot little pussy.”
I gulp, heat coursing through my body, amping up my arousal.
“You see, I’ve not really been able to do everything I wanted with you, with that boot on.” He gives a low, slow whistle. “Now I’m going to fuck you in all the ways I’ve been dreaming of.”
“What have you been dreaming of?”
He laughs. “Such a dirty little girl, wanting to hear about all the ways I’m going to fuck her.”
My body vibrates as he circles me again, dropping to his knees behind me to pull my yoga pants to my knees. He grabs my ass and squeezes my cheeks. My sex clenches, and I reach down to part my wet lips and touch myself. It pulls a growl from Christian.
“You can touch yourself, Maize…but your orgasm is mine.” I stroke my clit as he rakes his teeth over my ass. I grow so much wetter. His teeth scraping skin feels so good, so naughty. Maybe I am his dirty girl, for wanting and enjoying this.
“I want you bent over the bed. I want to see your hot, tight pussy.”
He moves me, until I’m facing the bed. I stand there as he removes my shirt, and bra, and circles my waist to grab my breasts. He squeezes, and pinches my nipples, and the sting travels all the way to my aching pussy. Yeah, I know. I was planning on leaving before I got in any deeper, but what is one more fuck between friends?
He toys with my breasts for another minute, and kisses my neck, his soft moans curling around me. His mouth goes to my ear. “On the floor, and bend over this bed. Keep your legs together.”
Holy God.
I sink to my knees, able to do the move easily now
