Page 98 of Stroked Long
And I fall asleep wondering what I might have done wrong, what might have happened during the day that scared him off.Wonder if he knows he’s become my world.
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A knocking on my door pulls me out of my slumber. Lying flat on my stomach, I look over to the entryway, my hair hanging over my face. It’s light out and I can hear birds chirping just outside my window. Slight panic occurs as I tap the home button on my phone to look at the time.
Six fifteen.
I exhale. I have plenty of time before I have to leave my apartment.
The knocking occurs again. Who the hell is at my door this morning? It better not be that creep from across the hallway who likes to stare at my boobs and ask for sugar for his coffee. He’s getting a kick to his nuggets if it is.
Not even bothering for a robe and gearing my leg up for an epic blast to the crotch, I open the door fiercely.
Bodi.
He’s wearing black jeans, a white plain shirt, and a black A’s hat, one of those special edition ones. His face still has some stubble on it, letting me know he hasn’t shaved yet this morning, and of course, it makes him look incredibly fuckable.
God, he’s so gorgeous.
“Hey, Rubes,” he says quietly, barely looking at me.
“Bodi, what are you doing here?”
From behind his back, he brings a little pink box forward and says, “I brought you breakfast. Can I, uh, come in?”
The once confident Bodi, the one who repeatedly whispered in my ear about fucking me with this fingers, tongue, and dick is nowhere to be seen. I’m put on alert, wondering exactly what happened yesterday that made him shy and awkward around me again.
I don’t want to be mad at him. He doesn’t need a mean girlfriend right now, someone who’s going to yell at him for not calling or texting earlier. He needs someone who’s going to listen to him, who’s going to be understanding of his needs.
“Of course,” I say with a smile, trying to fix my hair.
With his head down, like a wounded puppy, he walks into my apartment, making it infinitely smaller with his broad stature. When he passes, I take in the fresh soap smell coming from him. And yeah, I’m turned on as his scent burns me with lust.
Do not jump him right now, Ruby. Clearly he wants to talk. Do not eat his dick for breakfast.
I shut the door and then without even thinking, work my way under his arm and give him a hug. Stiff at first, he gives into my touch and wraps his arm around me tightly, his cheek resting against the top of my head. I feel him sigh and my heart soars. This strong man, this broken man, is eased with a little hug from me.
“I missed you.” I look up at him and take in the thick stubble on his jaw. It’s so not like him to not shave. I hope everything is okay.
“I missed you.” His voice is rough, almost pained.
Reaching up, I kiss his jaw and then release him. “Would you like something to drink?” I walk to the kitchen, and as I turn for his answer, I catch him staring at my butt. A little thrill of feminine pride surges through me.
“Uh, water is fine.”
Should have guessed.
I’m reaching for a glass when I feel him come up behind me. My body starts to tingle as he turns me around. I wouldn’t mind a little morning sex to get my day going. I’m ready to be mauled by him when he tilts my chin up and says, “Can I just hold you for a little bit?”There is no way in hell I could ever say no to this incredible man.
The distressed look in his eyes has me following him to the couch. He sits down first and then pulls me onto his lap where I rest my head on his chest. One of his arms wraps around my back, the other drapes over my legs, and we’re so easily positioned that it feels like we’ve sat like this for years.
“Is everything okay?”
He kisses my forehead and then leans into me. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Okay.”Don’t be nervous, Ruby. If he wants to break up with you he wouldn’t be holding and kissing you, right?
Maybe he’s just really kind and considerate during breakups. Oh God.
