Stories From The 6 Train 1(41)

I wink. “I think I could have found something else to eat for dessert.”

She pretends to pull out an imaginary tablet and mimes scrolling through it. “Yes, Mr. Brightman, I see we do have that on the agenda for the evening.”

Laughing, I lace my fingers through hers and lead her into the kitchen.

Her eyes go wide as she focuses on my apartment. “Nice place.”

I shrug. “I like it. But what I like even more is having you here in it.” I grip her hips and lift her up onto the counter before grabbing a couple beers from the fridge and popping the caps. Handing her one, I settle between her legs, leaning against the counter, and clink my bottle to hers.

“What are we toasting?”

I arch a brow. “A landslide win?”

“I’ll drink to that.” And that’s one more thing I love about her. This girl is practically perfect for me.

We devour the pizza and watch the game, and the night can’t get better because they do win.

But then it does get better because Jules turns to me on the couch and climbs over me, straddling my lap, a gleam in her eyes. “We should celebrate that win.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

She rocks against me, my already hard dick wedged against her hot center.

“Let’s do this thing,” she says, and I have to chuckle.

“Do this thing?”

She smiles innocently. “Oh, unless you didn’t want to?” She starts to push up from my lap. “I can just go.”

I laugh and grab her waist, flipping her around until she’s pinned under me on the couch. “Like hell you will,” I say, tickling her ribs until she’s laughing and thrashing under me. And I pretty much love it because her writhing body under mine is something I can totally get behind.

We laugh and tease and play as we kiss and explore, taking our time, until finally we’re both stripped bare, nothing left between us.

The mood shifts, and her usually light and easygoing demeanor becomes more serious. She bites her lip. “Linc, are you sure we should do this?”

I watch her, brushing her hair back from her face, trying to focus on her words and not the fact that I can feel the wet heat of her pussy right up against my bare cock.

“Do you want to do this?”

She nods. “I do. But I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared. It’s just me.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Her eyes cloud over. “I don’t want this to change anything.”

“Jules,” I say, barely a whisper, tracing her cheek with my fingers. “It’s going to change everything. In only the best way,” I add as she looks worried.

“I don’t want to screw things up. Lose my job. Lose you.” She smiles and wrinkles her nose in that way she has that’s so fucking cute. “I kind of like you. You know, every once in a while.”

I chuckle. “That’s good. Because I kind of like you, too. I get what you’re saying, baby. But you don’t need to worry about it. I don’t just want this to be a fling or a quick fuck.”

Her face contorts at my words, and I laugh again. “Like I said, I kind of like you. I think I might want to keep you.”

I say it lightly, but I know she gets what I’m saying because she seems to relax.

Her eyes twinkle again with mischief. “So it’s not going to be a quick fuck, you say?”

“You want to take my word for it?” I tease, throwing our words from the other day back at her.

“I think this is one area where you need to prove it.”

“My thoughts exactly.”





39





Jules





My body responds to Linc as if that’s what it was made to do. He peppers kisses all over my jaw, down my throat, across my chest and between the valley of my breasts. Each one blazes a trail over my skin that has me wound tight, ready to take off.

It’s crazy that we can be so playful, have fun just like we have every day for the last two years.

And he wants to keep me. Not sure exactly what he means by that, but it definitely settles my fears that this is going to blow up in my face.

Linc closes his lips over my nipple, and any other thoughts flee. All I can do is feel, and right now he’s making me feel fantastic. I arch up into him, wanting to be closer. As close as we can get.

I lift my hips, feeling the thick length of him slide against me, and he lets out a quick gasp.

He stands quickly, scooping me up.

“Bed. Now.”

I giggle. “I had no idea you spoke caveman.”

“I have a lot of hidden talents you’re about to discover.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing along his jaw. “Please do enlighten me.”